The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1928-11-12

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Perhaps, after all, he had changed,
as Dorothy had suggested. Perhaps
he was coming to ask her to release
him from his pledge to her.
When she was dressed, she stared
at her reflection in the mirror, try
ing to see herself as she would look
to Jack Farquahar.
In the slim, chic woman in her
soft gray furs, with her bright hair
almost hidden by toque of dull blue
and the faintest pink of excitement
tinging her fair skin, there was lit
tie trace of the girl in mud-Stained
uniform, pale and tired, who had
stood with her hand in Farquahar'S
and made marriage pledge.
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CHE took taxi to the pier and
- stood on the edge of the crowd,
while the big liner slid into her
berth. She hoped devoutly that
she wouldn't have the bad luck to
run into an acquaintance.
To have to explain to Jack Far
uuahar on the spur of the moment
would be difficult, and there was
always the chance that Herbert
might learn of their meeting.
She waited a long time. PaSSen-
gers came down the gang-plank,
encountered friends and relatives,
kissed, laughed, and fastened away.
Lila began to wonder if she would
recognize Farquahar when she saw
him. She grew frightened at the
thought that they might have
passed each other, and that he
might, even now, be on his way to
the Latham house.
But, just when she had decided
that she had missed him, he came
"Lilaw
Her hand was in his. He was
looking down at her and his gray
eyes we're devouring her.
"Jack!" And then, to her horror,
he swept her into a swift embrace
and kissed her.
She struggled to free herself.
ooh, Jack, you mustn't! People"
He laughed happily.
There's no one in the world for
me at this moment but you'll"
Herheart sank. This didn't sound
as though he had changed.
She said hastily: tits wonder
full that you're alive and well. after
after all that time when I've
thought"
Tell me you're glad!" he COM
manded boyishly. Tell me you're
happyl"
why, of course, Jackl" She
pressed his arm with her gloved
hand and smiled up at him.
In his own happiness, he failed
to find her manner little strained,
more than little distract. He was
blind to everything, except the joy
of his return and seeing her again.
He tucked her hand under his
arm.
Come! We're going to celebrate
with an enormous luncheon, and you
shall tell me everything, and I shall
tell you everything.
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XXTHEN they we're in a cab, he
w said: where's the smart
place to lunch, nowadays? I dare
say restaurants have come and gone,
since my time"
She considered, bit panicky. 1t
would never do to take him to a
place where Herbert, or any of his
friends, might be lunching.
So she said: ooh, the small for
eign places are the fad now"
He made a wry face.
Thanks, but I'm saturated with
the foreign stuff. I'd like something
100 per cent American, if you don't
mind"
She smiled Understandings and
suggested an uptown hotel that was
remote from the beaten track of
lunchers. She experienced swift
stab of repugnance, because the
quiet, discreet, rather dim restau-
rant of this hotel was especially
popular with people, who, like her
self, preferred not to be seen in
their own haunts with their lunch
con companions.
But, she reflected, Farquahar
couldn't know this, and she really
didn't dare take chance.
I'VE can talk here" she said, as
they were seated in a corner of the
shaded room, where the occupants
of the adjoining tables seemed