The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-05-24

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How you must have hated that!"
Iris laughed d hooking tinkle. He
does love to rant before a jury. But
I suppose all lawyers have exhibit
ton completes, or they wouldn't be
LAWYERS. Does he practice his APP
peals to the jury before you, Nan?"
Mans face was as full Of dis
tressed color as her employers.
We're both 50 busy he doesn't
have time she answered curly
L owe this case to Nan, by the
wav." Morgan cut in, trying to look
as if his wife had not hurt him
deeply. 1T was she who discovered
nv star witness for me and hailed
her to court this morning.
VERY dramatic!' Iris tinkled, but
the music had a hollow ring to 1t.
7 hope you don't have to split the
fee with her, for I warn you, hus-
band of mine. that I spent a small
fortune on clothes yesterday and to-
dav. But the loveliest things!
Georgeous enough for a trousseau.
III have to run away with one OF
nv important admirers, in order to
get the full benefit of them And
the blue-green eyes laughed
challenge at Bert Crawford.
That was the extent of the cele-
bration of John Curtis Morgan's
sensational triumph in the Grace
Cox case. Nan, watching the be-
loved face Of her employer closely,
could have wept for him, but she
could have shaken him, too, for be-
ing 50 fatuously content with the
crumbs that Iris tossed him. How
could a big man like Morgan be so
blind?
Urls gaily took the conversation
J. into bvpaths more Congenial to
herself. Nan would have enjoyed,
as much as she could enjoy any
thing at Iris Morgan's table, hear
ing a discussion Of new books, plays
and politics. She could have taken
a modest but intelligent part In
sUcn a discussion, for among her
own friends she was rather noted
for her crisp, keen comments, her
Joyous sense Of humOr, but such
conversation was, apparently, not
one Of Iris talents.
Personalities were shuttled brisk
ly between Iris and Bert Crawford
choice tibits of scandal, caustic
comments on the dress, manners
and affairs Of their absent friends.
Through it all, John Curtis Nor
gan ate absent-mindedly of the
rather haphazard meal that his wife
had provided, or rather, that her
cook had deemed good enough for
a small, informal party.
After the clear soup there we're
lamb chops, a tiny, hard fried one
for each plate; big stalks Of eXpen-
sive California asparagus, but not
quite enough Of them to make a
decent serving; salad of lettuce
and pineapple, with balls of cream
cheese; apricot whip in tall, thin
glasses; demi-tasse.
For herself, Nan was ferceIy glad
that the food was Tneager and not
too good; it made her eating of it
less of a crime somehow, for it was
shameful to break bread with
woman whom she hated and whose
husband she loved But for John
Curtis Morgan Nan felt a hot surge
Of angry pain.
She's half-starving the poor
darling" she told herself. And
she pays cook $50 a month of
his money to give him puny little
meals like these. OF course she
doesn't want substantial meals!
She's too afraid of adding a pound
to that hssonne figure of hers. I'm
sure she calls it Lssome." she added
maliciously. Then, "Oh, I'm be-
coming unspeakably catfish! I'll
have to get out Of all this
AS if Iris had read Mans
thoughts the lovely, CARELESS voice
flung a sort of apology to Morgan:
I'm sorry there are not two chops
for you, Jack. I'd already done my
ordering before I knew we were to
have Nan with us this evening. The
greedy pig likes two chops" she ex-
planned to Nan. Il don't under
stand how men can eat so much.
Bert's on a diet, thank heaven, so
1 don't have to plan to stuff him
when he comes to dinner. Not that
he weighs an ounce too much" she
added, reaching across the corner of
the table to lay an affectionate
hand on Crawford'S.
A FrER dinner Crawford made
"A 1or the radio like a homing
pigeon. When the Syncopated blare
of a Jazz orchestra came flooding
into the room, he snapped his
fingers to the rhythm for a joyous
minute, then held out his arms for
his hostess.
Shall we dance, Nan?" Morgan
bent awkwardly over her. his eyes
smiling and fond
NO, please. I'd rather notl" Nan
gasped. Let's just watch them.
Aren't they a perfect pair?" she
babbled, to hide her confusion. She
could not tell him that she did not
dare add the agony of his arms
about her to the agonies she had
already suffered during the last
twenty-four hours.
Bert and Iris were still dancing
halt an hour later, sublimely OBJ
livious of NIorgans vistfully follow
ing eyes. when the maid, Estelle,
appeared in the living room door.
her eyes big with fright,
please, Mr.. Morgan, there's a
gentleman and a policeman at the
door. They want to see you and
Mr. Crawford both