The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1928-05-05

line. Coming-thanks -David-But
oh, was he coming?
She stole a glance at the tiny
watch set in the circle Of diamonds
that banded her bare arm just be-
low the elbow. Half past IL. Dane
ing would begin at IL. She had
been smiling and twittering and
looking sweet and demure or provo
cative and gay since 8 o'clock, when
the dinner for the debutanteS had
begun.
How much longer could she keep
! it up? 1t was really absurd for
them to suppose that she could go
on like this until 3 or o'clock in
the morning, when her heart was
broken
Mr.. David Nash!"
Nothing, no one could have held
her. The words had scarcely left
the buffers lips when Sally reached
Davids side, her full skirt length
ened to the tips of her slippers by
the frosty silver lace, billowing like
sails at the mooring of the snug
little bodice.
She seized his gloved hands, her
joy widened eyes blazing over his
face, his adored, so well-remem-
bered face.
"Oh, David! David! I thought
you weren't coming! I'd have died
if you hadn't comet" She stepped
back a pace, her small hands swing
iyor bic a g If che vuara q iOvo,,c child
and there we're no one else in the
ballroom at all, you look older,
David! You haven't been sick? You
worked too hard to finish college?
Oh, David"
His eyes laughed at her through
a barrier of embarrassment, and
his startlingly grim young face soft
ened. 1t was true that he looked
much older; boyishness had left
him, and Sally could have screamed
out her pain that this was so. He
was thinner, or appeared to be, in
his perfectly fitting evening clothes.
Odd to see him dressed like that,
she thought, near to tears.
| She had seen him in overalls and
cheap leans" and in decent, but
inexpensive tweeds. She had seen
his ig-muscled arms bare, the sum-
mer sun gliding the fine hairs upon
| them; she had seen him sweating
over the cook stove in the privilege
car of Bybee's Bigger and Better
Carnival Shows, stripped to a thin
cotton undershirt.
J But she had never before seen
him like this-immaculate, correct,
/ of a pattern, apparently. with all
other well-dressed young college
men. And she was illogically hurt,
felt as if the correctly stiff bosom
of his shirt was a veritable wall be-
tween the old David and the old
Sally
They've cut Off your beautiful
hair" were his first words.
She stood still, her hands slowly
releasing his, feeling his eyes rove
over her, as hers had swept over
him, and she did not need to look
into his eyes to find that he was
withdrawing from her, alienated,
bewildered, saddened.
She wanted to cry out to him, to
beat his breast with her hands:
ITS Sally, David Sally Ford I'M
derneath, Sally who loves you bet
ter than anything in the world"
But she did not say it, for Enid
Barr was at her elbow, and it was
her mothers coolest, most polite
voice that was welcoming David.
Were so glad you could come,
Mr.. Nash. Did you have pleasant
journey? I'm glad. Sally, you must
come back into the receiving line,
darling. I'll introduce Mr.. Nash"
The next hour was an almost I'M
bearable eternity to Sally. But she
"play-acted" through it-gave the
tips of her fingers to late corners
smiled, murmured appropriate
phrases which Enid had painstak-
ingly taught her; opened the ball,
when at last the receiving line broke
up; danced, in rapid succession with
the most importunate of her male
guests, for Enid, reluctantly acced-
ing to the new informality, had not
insisted upon dance cards.
But all the time her eyes were
darting about on their quest for
David. She spotted him at last,
near the door of the ballroom,
modify listening to whatever it
was that Courtney Barr was saying
in his most unctuots, weighty man
ner.
"Please-Ill be back soonl" Sally