The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1928-04-28
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difficulty in finding the county
courthouse, for its grounds formed
the Square" which was the hub of
the small town. An old man potter
ing about the tobacco-stained halls
with mop and pail directed them
to the marriage license bureau,
without giving them a glance or
waiting for David to frame his en-
barrassed question.
The clerk, pale, very thin young
man, whose weak eyes were en-
larged by thick-lenSed glasses,
thrust printed form through the
wicket of his cage, and went on
with his work upon a big ledger,
having apparently not the slightest
interest in foolish young couples
who wanted to commit matrimony.
Answer all the questions" the
clerk mumbled, without looking up.
Table in the corner over there.
Pen and ink"
Sally and David were laughing
kelplesSly by the time they had
taken seats at the pine table in
the corner. Proving you're never as
important as you think you are"
David chuckled. Lets see. Place
of residence?' I suppose we'll have
to put Capital City. But that chap
certainly doesn't give a continental
who we are or where we're from.
We're all in the days work with
him, thank heaven. Don't forget to
put your age at Is, darling"
When they presented their filled
in and signed application for mar
riage license, the clerk accepted it
with supreme Indifference, glancing
at it and drew a stack of marriage
license blanks toward him. AS he
began to write in the names, how
ever, he frowned thoughtfully, then
peered through the bars of his cage
at the blushing, frightened couple.
"Your names sound awfully ia
n1iliar to me- he puzzled. where
you from? Capital City? Say.
you're the kids that got into a row
with a farmer and busted his leg
ard beat it, amt you?"
Sally pressed close to David, her
hands locking tightly over his arm,
but De- sid, as if he did not under
stand s@S signal, answered the
clerk in a steady voice: eyes, we
are"
II read all about YOU in the
papers," the clerk went on in a
strangely friendly voice, at reckon
your story made a deep impression
on me because I was raised in an
orphans home myself-and ran
away when I was IA. I hoped al
the time that you kids would make
clean get away. I see the young
!ady's had couple of BIRTHDAYS
in the last month";" he grinned and
winked. Eighteen now, eh?"
Yes" Sally quavered and then
laughed, the lid of her right eve
fiuttering slowly down until the two
trlngeS OF black lashes met and en-
tangled. 80
The clerks pen scratched busjlv
All right, youngsters. Here YOU are
justice Of the peace wedding?"
wed rather be married bv a
minister" David answered, as he laid
a $50 bill under the wicket and
reached for the marriage license
mats easy" the clerk assured
MN heartily. Like every county
seat Canf1eld's got her marvin
parSon. Name of Greer. Hes
building a new church out of the
fees clipping couples pay him. Lives
on Chestnut st. White church and
parsonage. Five blocks up Main ST.
ana turn to your right, then walk
a block and half. You can't miss
IT, And good - luck, kids. You'll
need lots of it,"
David thrust a hand beneath the
wicket and the two young men
shook hands. David flushed and
embarrassed but smiling, the clerk
grlnnlng good-naturedly.
Hey, don't forget your change
Their new friend called, as David
and Sally were turning away. MAR
rage licenses in this State cost onJv
$l.5O. If you've got any spare
change give it to Parson Greer"
On, he was sweet" Sally cried
between daughter and tears. as
they walked out of the courthouse
L thought I would faint when he
asked us that awful question. But
eVerything's all right now"
were as good as married" Da-
Vld assured her triumphantlv. SIAN
ping his breast pocket and cockino
ms head listen to the cracking NJ
the marriage license. give blocks
up Main st. Up must mean north,
Within five minutes they were
awaiting an answer to their rims
at the door of the little white mar
sonage half hidden behind thu
rather shabby white frame build
ing of the church.
A stout rosy-cheeked white.
haired old lady opened the door
and beamed upon them. "You,re
looking for the marrying parson
aren't you?" she chuckled. "Well
now, It's a shame, children, but
you'll have to wait quite a spell
Tor him. He's conducting a funeral
at the home of one of our parish
toner's, and won't be back until
about half past II. I'm Mrs. Greer
Won't you come in and waltz"
Sally and David consulted each
other with troubled, disappointed
eyes. Sally wanted to cry out tc
David that she was afraid to wait
two hours, afraid to wait even hall
an hour, but with Mrs. Greer beam
ing expectantly upon them she die
not dare.
THANK you, Mrs. Greer" Davic
answered, his hand Tightening
warningly upon Sally's. Wei
wait"
AS they followed Mrs. Greer into
the stuffy, over-furnished little par
Tor, he managed to whisper reas-
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