The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-04-25
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and he couldn't hold his hands
steady enough to light cigaret
He sat down, got up again, walked
to tie radio. tuned it in, tuned it out,
sat down again. got up.
Mildred couldn't stand it. She
signaled Connie out of the room
and then she told Harold to sit
down. pointing to the big arm chair
that was now back in the living
room.
He sank into it with an audible
groan and Mildred few to his side.
She put her hands on his shoulders
in comforting way and begged him
to tell her what was wrong
Something" she said frankly,
has to be done for you, Harold.
If you refuse to let me help you
I'm going to Mr.. Dazel and have
him cable your father"
Harold jerked up his head For
Gods sake, Mildred, don't do that"
he screeched.
Then tell me what Huck Conner
is doing to you" Mildred bargained.
Harold sank his face in his hands
again and Mildred waited Her
heart ached for him, but she be-
lieyed that more level head than
his was needed to fight Huck Con-
nor.
With a painful gulp in his throat
Harold looked up and spoke.
Hes got something that 4.
] don't want dad to see, he said
and his terror drove him to glance
about at his simple surroundings
in quick way that revealed to
Mildred more than anything else
the magnitude of his oppression.
NO ones listening" she said
soothingly. Won't you tell me
more?"
HAROLD gripped her hands. I'm
4 L afraid of him, Mildred he
Whimpered, and cold, sickeninG
feeling crept over the girl.
"Why?" she whispered and Har-
Odds abject fear had communicated
itself to her to such an extent that
her voice came strained and unnat-
ural.
He can make me do anything,
Harold told her wildly. I'm q
beastly coward, Mildred" His voice
was growing louder now, showing
his excitement.
You ought to kick me out in the
gutter where I belong! I'm nc
good I won't even save my sister,
and maybe it's just because you
love him that I won't save Armitage
either! I'm too rotten to know
what's decent. >"
"Stephen!" The name burst from
Mildreds lips in a passionate cry.
Harold, what do you mean? What
has Huck Conner to do with Ste
phen?"
She was shaking the boys thin
shoulders furiously, trying to make
him speak, but Harolds crazed con-
fessiop was at an end. Mildred'S
reaction to the mention of Stephens
name had made him realize that she
would fight for Stephen at any cost.
Her fingers clutched painfully
through his clothing; he heard her
voice break. It was unbearable. He
had to tell her something.
Stop shaking me" he said, and
tried to pull away
Then tell me; tell me about Ste
phen," Mildred pleaded.
4 will. Let me get my breath"
MILDRED dropped her hands
I'VE and waited. Harold did not
look at her Hes going to marry
Pam" he said reluctantly.
For a moment there was a ghast-
ly, taut silence. Then Mildred turned
away with a choked sob. Harold
lifted his face, saw her at the door,
in flight. He stood up and called
her but she did not answer.
Presently she sent Connie to ask
him to excuse her. isis seems to
have acute indigestion or some
thing" Connie said. bit peeved be-
cause she could not understand the
drama that she Sensed was being
played in their fiat.
Harold left Immediately. which
provoked Connie into going back
70 join Mildred and trying to make
her talk.
Finally Mildred reached out for
her sisters hand and chung to it in
way that silenced Connie.
But later, with Connie offering
sympathy and comfort as best she
could without words, Mildred told
her about Stephens engagement.
And I love him, Connie" she
added, world of pain in the whiS-
pered words.
Connie said nothing. only pressed
closer the arm she had thrown pro-
tectingly about Mildred. But after
while her feelings got the better
of her and she burst out angrily.
He'll get all that's coming to him
with Pamela Judson Marrying for
money"
Connie, he wouldn't. He loves
her"
after knowing you? Don't make
me laugh"
Her words were small comfort to
Mildred who lay awake all the night
/ through regretting that she had not
made Harold tell her what Huck
Conner could do to Stephen.
Tomorrow" she told herself at
last. I'll go to Huck Conner him
self
(To be continued
Pythagoras, a Greek mathema-
tician living in the sixth century