The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1927-03-15

IN the redQ1nS room. Inc uSHL lell
on her hair and made little MIN.
bus around her face. She opened
Emily Post and began to read the
preface.
Her attention was attracted by
a party of people on a tour of in
spection. Who was that tall. dis.
tinguished man with the monocle
and the bored look?
Now he was looking at her. He
was coming to speak to her. She
closed her book hastily.
Miss Daring-is it not?'
"Oh--it's. it's"-she was search
ing for his name.
Mr.. Deland. Your memory OF
me is not very f1attering, Miss Oar
ing" he bantered.
"Oh, yes; now remember. You
were at the night club when Deke
took me out there to dance" She
wished she could control the furi-
Gus blushing that was bringing the
amused look into his eyes.
II haven't forgotten you, or that
dance, either" he said. 1--WE must
have another some day. And what
is she reading?" He took the book
before she could stop him.
"Etiquette-Emily Post. All. quite
ambitious, aren't your" He restored
the book with a meaning smile
which made Joyce hate him NOM
entarily. Then he bowed himself
/ off and rejoined his party.
"Just a little girl I'm interested
in," he explained to Mrs. Fitz-Sim
mons, who was chairman Of this
committee Of which he formed g
part.
"Quite disinterested interest ]
trust" said Mrs. Fitz-Simmons.
"Oh, quite. want to see her i'm
prove her mind and he flicked q
bit Of dust from the cuff of his
coat with a broad gesture.
Joyce sat quite still, afraid to rise
and go for fear of attracting more
attention. Carter Deland was still
the handsomest and most polished
man she had ever seen. Like a
real movie villain" she thought
seriously. She smiled as she caught
a dim realization of Delands hor
ror il he were 20 hear this compari
son.
When the coast was clear and
Deland's party had passed muir
muring on she left the building and
walked hack tO Clark'S
She was hungry and the plates
of roast beef and gravy and mashed
potatoes. the apple pie with ice
cream, and the long, cool glass OF
iced tea set her at peace with the
world again.
See what I got?" she said. show
ing her mother the thick blue Emily
Post.
Mrs. Daring nodded. That's all
right" she said, "only don't get
self-conscious over your manners
That's the poorest kind of manner
/ in the world. If you'll always be
your natural, kind hearted self you
won't need to worry much about
form"
THAT sounds a good deal like
Deke's mother" said Joy, though
I think she knows just what to dc
on every occasion"
you can learn the FORMS" said
Mrs. Daring, but you have to be
born lady-and I've always beer
, proud to think you have that gift.
; why, Motherdear. how sweet o.
you" cried Joyce. That's the very
incest thing 1 ever had anybody say
to me-anybody at ALL"
Mrs. Daring patted her arm
Read your book Of etiquette. i
won't hurt you any. Deke will kiC
you about it if he finds it out"
II don't care" said Joyce, tossing
her head.
Eyes, you do" said her mother
ut is Deke. you like best, isn't it
Jcv?" she asked more seriously.
The girl nodded. IT like him fine
He always makes me feel lik,
something is going to happen, but
like Davey, too. He's like a goo,
long sleep"
A man who had been watching
Joyce and her mother now cam
around from the other side of tn
/ counter.
whats the number now?" h
asked Mrs. Daring.
"Twenty-seven-" she answered
Joyce hardly caught the last tw
digits.
"Euclid?' he asked.
yes" and she turned back t
her supper as he walked away.
Mrs. Daring offered no .explana
ton to joys look of inquiry. Late
when Joyce was walking home sh
watched the number she had over
heard.
1t was soft dring parlor.
THAT looks like Butch's ca
| parked in 'front.'" she thought, "bu
he's at work by this time"
TOmOrrOw-TwO shadows deepel
for our heroine. She finds that sh
interests the Don Juan she me
casually at dance, and her mother
connection with gangster become
more inexplicable. Read tomorrO,
about the mystery in Joy" the low
story of an American girl.
Copyright, 1926
Famous Features Syndicate, Inc.