The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1927-03-23

/ ders and looked at her. Then with
one hand he turned her face to his.
He looked at her for long time.
"It won't do, Joyce" he said. Il
want to kiss you. / want to teach
you all there is to know about love.
want to discover new things about
love with you But I'm not going
to touch you until you really want
me. You wanted to pay me some
way for what you think I've done
| for you, didn't you? 'Fess up"
Joys eyes showed assent.
"Then damn it all, Joyce Daring
you'll get no kiss from me. j want
free will offering or none" He
dropped his hands from her Shout
ders and plunged the car forward.
Joyce was amazed and little
offended. He seemed this and
presently slowed down from his fu-
rious pace.
Don't misunderstood, JOY darl-
ing. I know you wanted to make
me happy; but never forget this:
| Unless my love for you makes you
happy, too. it isn't the real thing
It was sweet of you, terribly sweet,
and terribly hard to resist, to offer
ME your tender mouth. I'll remem-
Der that always, that you were
willing to kiss me. But willingness
isn't enough. / want more than
that"
And. strangely enough. Joyce
found herself more wildly aware
that night of Deke's self-denial than
she had ever been of Davey's most
passionate caress.
THAT may be the difference be-
tweenthem," she thought, as she
brushed her hair "Davey would
take me II I was willing. Deke
would only take me-. If I really
wanted to be his"
A few days later Joyce went to
visit her father. Davey was out
but had left word he would be back
TO take her home She and Dads
seemed on friendlier basis than
usual.
"Davey and mes been thinking OF
going to board for this winter" said
her father. ""Men don't manage a
house the way they should and we
figure we could be more comfortable
some place where we find our break
fast ready every morning"
"You mean to give up the apart
ment?" Joyce asked with a little
pang. The last of the old land
marks would be gone then.
Eyes" said her father Well
store the furniture and go to a
regular mems boarding house. Then
il ever--if ever your mother comes
back, or you and Davey get married,
the furniture1l be waiting. ready"
would you let me have it?" Joyce
said. "Glad and have been talking
a little about taking an apartment
somewhere, and IL we could have
this furniture we could do it easily.
We're paying eighty dollars month
rent now, ten week for each OF us.
would We be living alone en-
tirely!" asked John Daring.
Lots of girls do" said Joyce,
little defiantly.
There, there. Lass, don't fash
yourself" her father soothed her.
I'm not criticising. If it's the GUS
tom now it's all right. I just asked
for the information's sake"
I'm sorry, Dads" said Joyce,
ashamed of her Impotence, but
would you let me have the things?
I'd leave you your easy chair, OF
course. and whatever else you and
Davey would like"
Take it all. whatever you want,
said her father. I'D like you to be
comfortable.
So it was decided that Joy and
Gladys began to read the want ads
and to spend as much OF their spare
time in house hunting as they
could
| The last afternoon of his vacation
Deke drove Joy about on this errand.
He was leaving in the morning.
His parents would drive with him to
Buffalo to meet his sisters. Deke
would drive on in the bright Stutz
which he was to have with him in
school this year.
''Our last night" he told her Sob
erly, as they drove toward the
country after dinner.
There seemed strangely little to
say.
you'll write to me?" Deke asked,
again as he stopped before Mrs. Jen-
kins' rooming house.
eve promised, and I'm woman
of my word" said Joyce, wondering
why her throat felt so tight.
Tell me everything? Every lit
tie thing" Deke urged.
1.-THE whole show" said Joyce.
Vinegar, Bush, Glad, Dads, Davey,
me, everybody"
Don't forget Carter Deland," said
Deke. Hes back from his trip to
Canada He was up in my labora-
tory yesterday afternoon feeling
around. Asked about you"
did he?" Joyce could not help a
pleased feeling that this man of the
world thought her worth remember
ing
Deke got out of the. car and walked
up the steps with her.
''Good-by, Joyce" he said, hold
ing her hand tightly. Remember,
I'm to have a chance next spring.
And write to me-"
II will, oh Deke. dear" she threw
and pressed her soft mouth to his
cheek.
| Then she was gone. flashing
| through the door like a sunbeam.
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