The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1928-08-25
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were in those days, though. Times
have changed" Tad sighed like a
grandfather
"valeries something like you
WERE" he continued brightly. You
see, she's never been around much.
Honest, Sis, she's innocent as a
baby. It's-wonderful. She-she-z
gosh, Sybil, she sort of frightens
me.
She's such an angel. You can't
imagine what it's like for man to
have a girl like that willing to marry
him. I don't deserve it, Sybil. I'm
not worthy of her. Not fit to tie her
shoe strings"
Girls don't wear shoe strings,
Taddy. And every idiot in love talks
like that. Adam felt the same way
about Eve. And then the girl fell
for a snake"
Sybil yawned luXuriously. you
make me tired" she observed.
DUT that night she prayed for
d the first time in years. Not
orthodox prayers at all.
God" she remarked, on her
knees, in conversational strain, i
don't take much stock in praying.
sort of think that supplicating is
an awful waste of time.
I'm not even sure if believe in
You, God. But if I'm all wrong,
You'll understand, because, OF
course, if You ARE God, You know
how it is.
But if You DO answer prayers
and care a bit about us, down be-
low-please, God, do anything You
want to me, but DON'T let Valerie
go back on Tad.
1T would kill him, God, if that
girls not as good as she looks.
Please. PLEASE, keep Valerie all
right for Tad"
Then, simply, in the fashion OF
her childhood, she recited prayers
that she remembered:
There are four corners to my bed,
Four angels round my head,
Matthew, Mark, Luke and John,
God bless the bed that lie on"
And another that began:
Jesus, Tender Shepherd, hear
me. Bless Thy little lamb to-
night Through the darkness
be Thou near me Keep me safe
till morning light"
Then, with her head on her out
stretched arms, she whispered,
Now I lay me down to Sleep" and
when she had finished her eyes
were wet with tears.
"Oh, God" she begged, give me
Faith. Please, pleased 1 want to
believe. Oh, touch my heart, and fill
my soul with understanding"
IRON the beginning Sybil had
L her doubts, carefully suppressed,
about Valerie. She had certain con-
victions Of her own, less compli-
mentary than Tad in his innocence
imagined.
Il don't trust these baby dolls, a."
she told herself grimly "She's not
as simple as she looks-that kid.
And when a model like that gets
started the sky's the limit.
You can't say a girls an angel,
because she's never had a chance to
be a devil. Valerie's one Of those
born vamps, or I'm cuckoo. Q.
But just let her try mussing up
Tad's life-and I'll fix her!"
Mrs. Thorne was embroidering
linens and sewing fine lace on silken
undertakings.
I'D love to be doing this for you
Sybil," she remarked frequently,
and said it so wistfully that Sybil
felt positively guilty.
THERE was. to be large we'd
Il ding. Valerie's letters were full
of glowing plans. . "Sybil, dear,
would you just as soon wear fame?
I want all my bridesmaids to be in
different colors. Rainbow effects
are so lovely. Brides over here
are wearing pink this season-aw-
fully misty, you know. Sort of
shell pink. think I shall.
with big armful of Dorothy
Perkins roses instead of the con-
ventional valley lilies. And I've a
perfectly gorgeous headdress that's
like crown. 1 loathe little Dutchy
caps, and tulle jiggers, like nurse
maids wear. Don't you? =.
(To Be Continued