The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-12-18
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made his blood turn cold as she
replied, Perhaps! But let's have
dinner first. Bryson stop at the
Montmartre"
Family Howell objected.
Nov don't be foolish. I'm lonely
and I'm taking you as my guest.
But I'm not dressed for dinner"
Neither am l." she retorted. 1T
doesn't matter. One dresses or not
as one pIeases."
With an air of authority she re-
quested and obtained a table for
two" She dropped her coat, dis
closing a close-fitting, long-Sleeved
gown of cloth of gold.
Although far from beautiful, her
naughty imperiousness was not
without its attractions. People no
ticed her. Howell saw a couple of
men at another table smile at each
other as she passed.
Perhaps they knew her! Perhaps
they were smiling at the disparity
in ages. Darn it. In spite of her
brassy hair, she was old enough to
be his mother and looked it. But
if she could help him. In any case
was that a reason he shouldn't dine
with her?
TITS very provincial, Howell, to
care what any one else thinks"
TTOw uncannily she had read his
L 4 mind. Would no doubt continue
to read it. Why did she bother with
him? After having had so much
experience herself, he must appear
crudely, awkwardly young.
Yet her eyes were full of friendly
interest. She smiled, affectionately,
as she said, Lets have real din
ner, shall we? I'm awfully hungry"
The tact she displayed in order
ing and urging him to eat the most
bountiful of dinners would have
touched a harder heart than Howell
She fields.
She did not even care to dance,
although later he learned that she
was very fond Of dancing. Rather
reflectiVely, Lambie smoked innum-
cradle, monogrammed cigaretS and
toyed with course after course, while
the boy ate, with a hunger too raw
enous to be disguised.
BY the time they reached frozen
punch and tiny cups Of Syrupy black
coffee, the sheer physical satisfac-
ton of his appeased appetite made
-. I,1
1t had been a truly magnificent
dinner and Lambie was a peach to
overlook his initial rudeness and in
sist on being nice. His boorish be-
havior on the train was to be re-
GREETED. He would make it up 10
her by being as companionable as
possible now.
When she began to question him
again, he answered frankly.
1.-THE fact of the matter Is I've
done everything short of murder to
get registered at Central Casting"
But you said you were in a pic
ture with Miss Davidson!"
Il waS-as a spec"
Lambie didn't understand, but
when he explained she cried, SYM
pathetically, You poor boy! I can
imagine how you've hunted the STU
dos ever since"
Il have, and without a bit Of
luck"
Its too uncertain" she said,
thoughtfully. There must be bet
ter ways than that"
TFE said, rather dejectedly, that
L L he'd been unable to discover
any of them. But Lambie blew a
cloud of cigaret smoke from her
brightly rouged lips and cried,
Don't be discouraged. don't want
to rush things or ask favorS IN
necessarily, but when decide how
I can help you I will"
With the impatience of youth he
was disappointed. File had really ex-
pected her to perform the miracle
of registering him over night.
She said she didn't want to rush
things" but in his precarious cir
cunstances things were going to
be rushed. -.
Something of this must have crept
into his face, for Lambie put her
hand on his arm and said, Now,
don't worry about it, will you? 7
won't be long once I've made up
nv mind. And in the meantime,
you must come to see me"
Uneasily he promised. Was this
to prove merely another ilusory
hope? Beyond asking a director for
a letter of recommendation what
could she do for him? Why should
that take any time?