The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1927-03-02

man. 1t was unusual for Davey to
contradict him.
yell be asking her to marry you
soon?" he asked.
Davey flushed. "I'd like to ask her
now" he said But think she's
pretty young. And then I'm hardly
making enough to take care Of her
the way 1 want to now"
Let that co. said John Daring
firmly. 1.-THE lass needs a better
home than she is getting here. What
you'll give her is plenty. And pavey'
boy, don't wait to have the BARNS so
late in life the way young folks do
nowadays. Three or four BARNS and
a house to look after will keep any
girls mind off devilment."
at want her to have some fun in
life" said Davey. at takes money
to do that and if 1 keep on I'll have
my sixty a week in another year.
Then, if you're willing and Joyce is
we'll be married. But 1 want her to
have a year or two of her own. I'm
sorry if this displeases you.p
"You ken your own mind, Lad, "
said John Daring kindly. For he was
one to admire firmness in a man.
Davey lowered his voice. There's
something 1 want to speak to you
about" he said. Butch Setter
gang is getting pretty strong. Butch
has been crazy about Joy ever since
she was a little kid. He's asked
her to ride with him lot lately and
then that one night you remember
he made her get into his car. JOY
not a bit afraid of him. wish she
were. heard her sassing him in the
grocery, but Butch is watching for
chance to get her. don't think
he'd hurt her, he's too crazy about
her. But he probably figures that II
he can show her some of this cave
man stuff she'll fall for him. know
you won't let her go out at night
any more, but 1 just thought I'd
tell you"
The fathers face darkened. I'll
kill him if he ever lays finger on
her again." he said heavily. His
face lightened as a voice sang from
the bedroom.
"Shut your eyes, both of you, and
don't open them until 1 tell YOU"
The two men obeyed. There was
a patter of footsteps. And then.
"Now looki'
Davey gasped. A cream net slip
worn over one of palest green silk,
silver slippers, bare shoulders, bare
white arms, and queenly little head
smiling at him over the corsage OF
roses held to her face.
"Joyce-Joyce darling! You're
You're beautiful and he made
step toward her.
"Joyce!" Both young people turned
at the menace in the tone.
John Daring's face was working.
mo daughter of mine goes out of
my house looking like that unless
she goes to stay. Back into your
room, girl! Half naked! This is
your mothers idea OF. decency, I'll
have no naked actress in my house"
Joyce shrank from his anger.
Qavey's face flushed.
"Then go and dance with your
Jezebels," said John Daring. You'll
take no painted woman from my
house, David Tompkins. Get back
to your room, Joyce. Yell not go
out one step this night"
Joyce turned slowly, too crushed
for tears or resistance. Davey looked
at her pleadingly. He made a sign
to her that he would argue with her
father. Joyce did not care. All the
fun of the evening was gone for her.
Back in her bedroom she looked into
the mirror. Strange that her grief
did not show in her face. Her image
was as beautiful as when she had
turned from it a minute before. Re-
sentiment filled her mind. She felt
bitterly abused.
A fire escape ran past the win
dow. Suppose she slipped out,
climbeded down that and went to the
dance anyway. Davey would leave
presently and they could go to the
dance together. She would wait for
him in the street. From the living
room she heard murmur of voices.
Of course Davey might talk the
evening away hoping to soften her
fathers displeasure with her. She
couldn't so to the dance alone. Well,
anything was better than this.
From the closet she took a coat
with a fur collar. Her pretty dress
peeped from its fold. Her silver slip
pers twinkled. One last glimpse of
herself in the mirror. She riased