The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-06-22
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.arly enough. VIII you come wake
nc up every morning, Nan? Will
you Nan?'
Nan gave the promise and Cur
It's promptly forgot his resentment
toward his father
III have lunch with you today,
won't 1. Nan, won't I? l get out
of school at u. You'll wait for
me won't you, Nan?'
But II be at the Office. Curtis
Nan protested regretfully. I'm
awfully sorry
"Aw, I thought you we're going
to be a regular mother Curtis
scowled. My other mother didn't
go to any old Office"
Mans face famed. but her hus-
band spared her the necessity of
answering. ITS this way. Curtis.
OLD man, he said, making his voice
both Jolly and coaxing. Mans
such wonder that she can be a
lawyer during the day and fine
mother all the rest of the time.
simply couldn't do without her, son.
Shes my junior partner now, you
know. Some day, I hope, you'll be
a Junior partner. too, and then the
firm viii be Morgan, Morgan &
Morgan"
Don't wanna be a lawyer. Wanna
be an aviator" Curtis dashed his
fathers hopes sulkily. Listen. Nan!
to be before you married him?"
Is father still your boss, like he used
NO" Nan smiled. Were part
ners. now. Why?"
Then you can come home early
real early-if you want to?" the
black eyes were very WiStful.
of course I can. when I'm not
too awful busy at the office" Nan
told him a little huskily. 1t was
sweet to be wanted so ardently.
Later, as they were travelling to
the office in the handsome new Sc
dan, Morgan said gravely, after a
long silence: II think the boy is
right. Nan. He has almost as much
right to you now as-as 1 have.
Your new work should not keep you
busy all day. since YOU won't be in
the courtroom much; in fact, Id
rather you LETT that part Of the
dirty work entirely up to me. The
courtroom is no place for a girl, es-
pecially the criminal court. And
with Miss O'Hara. to Go the StenO-
graphic work for both of us" He
hesitated. stole a sidelong glance at
her to see how she was taking it.
MAN would not look at him. Her
IN eyes gazed straight ahead, as
she answered in low voice: "I'u
do what you want me to do.
want to do my-duty by-you and
Curtis. and my work"
Dear Mani" His voice was lit
tie more than a husky whisper
Then he cleared his throat. and
said in an oddly strained voice:
"Don't--worry about your duty to
me. dear Nan. Understand. I
shouldn't have - let you - so
young
Nan listened. first with amaze
ment. then with Indignation Can
the blessed idiot possibly think
locked the door because I don't love
him? Or is he selling this Oppor-
tunity to let me know. as tactfully
as possible. that he doesn't care?"
Her pride, which had been thor
oughly aroused the night before,
stood her in good stead now.
1t gave her the power to laugh,
before she retorted f1ippantly:
Who's so young? I was Is last
week! But I promise not to be a
dutiful wife. if it will make you feel
betted. I Shan't even mention rub
berS or winter heavies or the fright
full amount of tobacco you smoke.
In fact III be such an unorthodox
wife that you'll forget most of the
time you're married at all. :.
When are you going to see the
Blackhull butler and his niece,
John?" she added, with such definite
intention of changing the subject
that her husband could have no
chance of pursuing it further.
The program of that second day
of Mans junior partnership and of
her marriage. which was not really
a marriage. became a routine for
most of the days that followed.
They drove downtown together
Morgan using the stenographer be-
fore court opened, if he had a case
on. Nan debating only after his
work was done.
Nearly always they 1mched to-
gether Morgan giving her a sum-
mary of his morning in court and
respectfully listening to her sugges-
tons for the grilling of witnesses.
AS near o'clock as possible the
junior partner of Morgan 81 Nor
gan cleaned up her desk and drove
home in the sedan. to take on her
role of regular mother" and house
wife.