The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-04-12
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CTEPHEN turned and glared at
- her. Don't you know your
insinuations are too cheap to get
over?" he asked witheringly.
Suddenly Pamela slid over closer
to him and cuddled up to his side.
rs my boy mad?" she Hsped
mockingly.
Stephen shook her away from
him Il don't care what you think
of me- he said angrily; but you
oughtn't to insult Miss Lawrence.
If any one would receive a caller
after 3 o'clock it would be you.
1T would be if I wanted to do
it." Pamela replied unhesitatingly.
Who ever started the idea anyway
that our morals change with the
hours? For me, I could slap a fresh
guy just as hard at a. m. as
could at 3 p. m"
We'll, you know Miss Lawrence
isn't like you and your red-hot
friends that talk like BoWery
bellies Stephen told her.
Anyway, if you think it all right
to be unconventional what's wrong
with Harold staying up there as
late as he pleased?"
"One up for YOU" Pamela. admit
ted, but it does make a difference,
don't you think, that Mildred Law
rencs konws Harold is in love with
her and that he's just kid whose
father is safely in Europe?"
Again the dirt" Stephen snort
ed. Cant you believe that Mildred
is no understanding adventures?
IF Harold is so crazy about her and
she wanted him do you think she'd
be working now?"
'I think she wants to marry him, "
Pamela retorted. Even with stupe
like Harold that may take time"
ooh, for lands sake, shut up"
Stephen groaned, and stopped the
car. Here, take the wheel I'm
dizzy"
A ND whether or not it was dizzi-
"A ness he remained in the same
mental state throughout the rest Of
the afternoon. For Pamela would
not take an interest in the car.
She was consumed with a desire
to paint Mildred Lawrence as a
heartIess fortune hunter, and the
more she tried the more Stephen
found himself defending the absent
girl
When he drove Pamela back to
the hotel she barely said goodby
TO him She few in the entrance
without so much as a backward
glance at Stephen.
That evening Stephen called again
on Mildred, and without the for
mality of telephoning for permits
sion to do so. He took up flowers
and some magazines for Mrs. Law
renee.
Her gratitude was touching, but
Stephen had no idea that much
of the warmth of her welcome
came from a mothers heart on be-
half of daughter whose secret she
had penetrated.
Connie went to bed early and
Mrs. Lawrence fell into a sound
sleep before 10 o'clock.
Stephen and Mildred had an hour
together without Interruptions. Ste
phen decided, on the way home,
that he'd been making q big mis-
take in seeing so little of Mildred.
For his returning SO soon had con-
WINGED Mildred that he was not
merely paying a duty call that after
noon. She became her natural self
only slightly subdued trace
of the bitterness she had felt re-
manned.
Stephen came often during the
week that she remained at home.
They planned a picnic for Saturday
when Connie could stay with her
mother.
Mildred made sandwiches of crisp
bacon and chopped egg, cup cakes
with cholocolate icing and coffee.
And she'd taken loose old sports
coat and made it into an ensemble
to be worn with a sweater. All in
all, with the sun shining determin-
edly, it looked like day of days.
She rushed about, putting the fiat
in order, making her mothers room
neat and comfortable, fixing lunch
for Connie; and then at last she was
ready to put on the suit that was
almost new, pull a bright red beret
over her brown curIs and sit down
to wait for Stephen who was al
ready past due.
Fifteen minutes later he tele-
phoned. He was like a small boy
who couldn't go to the circus only
it happened that on this occasion
it was to be a picnic.
ITO Be Continued)