The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1928-10-15
CHAPTER LXV

IN rapher in the Office of the AL
lied Shoe Machinery Company. The
girls all thought she looked like
Clara Bow, with her big, brown
eyes that flashed and rolled like
flrst-claSs movie vamp.
Frivolity was a sort of veneer with
Kitty. Beneath her raspberry rouge,
she was sweet and guileleSs as a
little plaster saint.
One morning, Roger Caldwell,
dropping in, leaned over Kitty's
desk and asked if he might see
her that evening. For six weeks
that same young man had been
Kitty's 'intention," and to win his
notice she had prayed that God
might make him look her way.
It was very quiet little romance.
Roger had been baptized and con-
f1rmed, and taken the pledge, be-
fore Kitty accepted the dazzling
solitaire he chose. Then she gave
two weeks notice, and the girls gave
her a miscellaneous shower and a
mahogany butterf1y-table. The
banns we're published, and Roger
bought the wedding ring.
The wonder of the thing never
dimmed.
"Oh, Why" they asked each other,
"why did you ever love me?"
1T was seven o'clock, and Kitty in
Il her little room at the Franklin
Square House was getting worried.
"Are you sure, girls, there wasn't
a message before I came in?"
For heavens sake! No! How
many more times are you going to
ask? He's gone back on you, Kitty.
-. He's too handsome to be true!
-. Poor Kitty!"
But she laughed at their humor.
There's the phone now! What do
you bet it's not for me?"
She raced down the hall, and
they heard her before the booth
door closed: Hello . hello, dear.
You can't? Oh, that's too bad. No,
don't care-not really. 1t doesn't
make bit of difference
you're sweet child" the voice
at the other end was saying. IT
wish to the Lord this other thing
hadn't come up, but I can't get out
of it very we'll. And we'll see Har-
old Lloyd tomorrow night ="
AS a business woman Kitty Burns
prided herself on being reasonable.
"Of course, understand" she
told him. Anyhow, I've million
things to do"
IT love you, Catherine Agnes" he
interrupted solemnly.
Kitty hated the name she had
taken in confirmation. The sisters
made her do it, because Agnes was
her patron saint. But now she ig-
nored Rogers teasing.
ME, too," she told him.
1t was their little signal. If there
was no one near, Kitty would whis-
per over the wires each night: 81
love you, sweetheart" But if there
were girls in the corridor, waiting
for for the booth, then Kitty, when
Roger repeated the holy ritual of
lovers, would reply so that he might
know there were listeners about, and
the conversation was shortly con-
cluded.
Phone me in the morning?"
"You bet. Good night, Kitty
girl"
He hung up the receiver YEARLY,
and sat dejectedly on the bed, star
ing blankly.
"Oh, God, what a mess!"
II ITTY'S fiance had succeeded
IN remarkably in business way.
The girls agreed that Kitty had
done pretty we'll by herself
'Now if you can only hold him, "
they told her, and warned her out
of their hard young wisdom. 1.-THE
more he has known of the many,
the less he will settle to one"
For Caldwell had been as noto-
riously successful with women as
with real estate.
The suite he occupied at the Fair
more was indicative Of his monetary
achievements. Sybil would be i'm
pressed with the luxury of his sur
roundings.
A small glow of satisfaction in
truded upon his misery. Better that
she found him this way than a
broken wreck of a thing i'll that hos
pital ward in Washington. He didn't
want her pity-not by darn sight
He hoped she wouldn't think she
had to resurrect their romance. Now
if Kitty. :. =.
He ground his heel into the soft
ness of an Oriental rug, and pacec
reStlesSly about. Sybil was wonder
ful-no doubt about it. He remem-
bered now every det4u Of their