The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-05-15
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thing.
In fact, she even went so far,
with Stephen standing by, to say
that she had asked him to make the
call.
Stephen considered it just bit of
polite social whitewashing. That it
was a knife thrust in Mildred's
heart occurred to him no more than
it did to question Comics state
ment that Mildred had sweet
heart.
She had been very careful on her
visits to him in Jail to give the oc-
oasion no more than friendly
aspect.
Stephen considered her a true
blue ally, loyal and Wholehearted.
1t wouldn't have surprised him to
learn that many men loved her.
He drank his lemonade thirstily,
grateful for its acid GOODNESS on his
parched throat.
Why the devil didn't Pam stop
her prattling? Couldn't she see
that Mildred was tired and her
mother looking harassed? And that
young Connie stood there scowling
at them like black proved hater!
1t made him nervous.
DUT Pamela didn't allow anyone
- to tell her when it was time to
go, Stephen knew by experience.
1--WE owe so much of this to you,' -
Pamela was running on, having
seated herself on the edge of a chair
she had pulled up close to NTildred's.
Il must send you something from
Africa. Perhaps a real leopard skin
for a coat, a genuine Somali. You
could have it made up plain and
wear it with a wide brown leather
belt, suede, I think.
You'd look awfully smart in 1t,
Mildred. I'm going to ask dad to
buy me a chinchilla wrap for my
trousseau. There aren't half a dozen
in the shops but I won't want it for
several IIlOllJllS.
Dad can send it to Paris. We're
going there after we leave Africa
and then we're going up to Norway
for the ski jumping.
"Oh, you just ought to see Nor
way in winter, Mildred. I know some
English people who have a place
on the coast near a little town called
Mandel.
L was there two years ago. It's
the 1oveliest spot. I can't think of
a more idyllic place for a honey
moon. We can walk for miles
through the park-all the land be-
tween the village and the beach is
a park, if you please-with moss a
foot deep and the most intriguing
and unexpected little glens and dells
and glades and. -" she paused,
breathless.
valleys and wales and dales and
dingles," Connie carried on. why
don't you get a t1esaurus?"
Pamela lifted an eyebrow. "Re-
ally, they do teach everything but
manners in the public schools, don't
they?"
Mildred reached up trembling
hand to Comics. Don't mind her"
she said to Pamela. She's just a
freshie."
But the pressure Of her fingers
told Connie of her gratitude for
having put an end to Pamela's raw
ing.
Only it wasn't at an end. A fur
Their remark of Comics started Pa
nela going again, Perhaps she'd
have started anyway.
What are you going to do with
out jazz?H Connie asked.
"Jazz?" Pamela repeated. BE
lieve it or not Stephen and I are
both just too glad to get away from
it. We want a chance to commune
with nature and find our deeper
selves.
"You know, I think half the mar
ried couples don't know each other
really. Life's too hectic here in
America. We want to find place
where We can be all the world to
each other.
where we will get to know the
meaning of every little word the
other speaks. You know, I'm sure
that two people can grow to be just
like one when they love each other
as Stephen and I do"
Z
CHE beamed at Stephen, who
- looked at that moment like the
living embodiment Of what love can
do to make a man uncomfortable.
Pamela smiled with satisfaction.
He would leave her to pay a call
on another girl, would he?
She guessed more of Stephens
mind than he knew himself. She'd
know from the beginning that Mil
dred was the girl he wanted; that
if she hadn't thrown the glanorous
veil of her own personality and cul-
tivated loneliness before him he'd
have homed straight to Mildred
long before this.
But it wasn't what Stephen
wanted that mattered TO her; it was
what she wanted. And she wanted
Stephen.