The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1927-01-05

were times when ii would have been
so much easier to be sheer mid
victorian female" and relax into
tantrums OF tears.
Perhaps. she thought, opening the
door for Tom, who entered with his
unfailing, obsequiOus greeting, she
really did not have enough to do.
She decided to go that very day and
arrange about swimming lessons.
Half an hour in the pool left her
invigorated and radiant. Don had
been right She was becoming
soft" and too sensitive. She would
swim two or three times a week. And
perhaps Elaine would play golf with
her. Because she knew Don would
be in the office at noon, she stopped
to see if he had time to go to lunch.
When she entered the waiting room
she knew there was no chance.
care these people all waiting for
DIR. saltwater" she whispered to
Miss Lane.
Everyone of them. They don't
start bringing the Riddles until 2
o'clock as a rule"
Sonia, glancing in DIR. Wallace's
open door, saw the young child spe-
cialist going through his mail.
II won't bother my husband" she
said. to the woman at the desk. II
Thought if he wasn't busy he might
have lunch with me. Since he can't,
I'll run along"
Halfway to the door she decided
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lace. They had been rather init
mate with the Wallaces when the
two doctors first opened their office.
Sonia felt that Elaine might suspect
her of not promoting the friendship,
which was of long standing between
the other three. Nothing she disliked
more than to be thought petty. So
she entered DIR. Wallace's door with
a gay Good morning. How's every
thing?"
Instantly he was on his feet, with
a charming smile. That SMILE,
thought Sonia, must be the secret
of his fascination. Since falling iii
love with Don, she no longer cared
for handsome men. Yet she admitted
that Robert Wallace's features were
worthy of any movie star.
BLESS your heart. Sonia, Come
and shake hands. Haven't seen you
| for ages"
That's the reason stopped" she
explained returning his clasp, warm
/ ly. You and Elaine must come over
oftened. Don enjoyed our bridge
games so much last spring. We
must try to have some more"
He closed the door and pushed for
ward a chair.
"Sit down and talk a moment.
What have you been doing? You
look like a million dollars"
She smiled.
Count on your noticing my new
coat"
It's stunning, Sonia. Do you
know I am always admiring your
clothes?"
She gazed at him in surprise.
Mine? Certainly not! I've heard
you raving over Elaine's."
That's when Elaine's around. I
never miss a thing you wear. Your
taste is exquisite"
| Sonia was not impressed. She was
accustomed to masculine admiration
as we'll as DR.. Wallaces flirtatious-
ness.
Sweet of you to say So" she re-
turned, cheerfully. II have mania
for clothes. Always have had. Per-
haps because my mother makes
them"
You mean your mother makes
yours?"
Some of them. My mother is a
dressmaker. a wonderful one" said
Sonia, stanchly. II was carrying
home a dress she had made for
Don's mother the day he first took
notice to me-"
us that so? Some way have
always pictured you in the lap Of
luxury. Servants, jewels, N every
thing"
Remembering her childish dream
Of emeralds and elegant surround
ings Sonia smiled.
Everything but! I don't think I
ever escaped washing the dishes in
my life until I came to San Fran
CISCO"
He gazed at her from long-iashed
hazel eyes.
You interested me the first time
1 saw you. Something mysterious
in those green eyes. AS if they
were concealing secrets ="
"The secret of my last bill at
Higbee's," laughed Sonia, rising.
He came across to her, putting one
arm about her shoulder in a friend
! ly fashion.
Don't think believe that. You've
lived, my dear.j
She faced him, uneasily. Had he
heard a rumor of those past hateful
months?
Il don't know what you mean"
she faltered.
Don't you? Think it over. Some
day | may decide to answer the
challenge in your eyes e"
"Oh, WELL" thought Sonia, hasten.
ing down Euclid avenue. He prob.
ably didn't mean anything. Merely
his line"
But surprising he did? Surprising
that old hydra-headed scandal should
lift itself now to hurt Don? The
thought was like a hand construct
ing her heart.
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