The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-05-20

w bed. negligee thrown TO the
foot Of her couch, thick volume on
criminal Law on her bedside table.
/ to be used shamelessly but some
what profitably in reading herself
10 sleep. she suddenly remembered
/ something.
Cream bottle," she whispered.
i've got to pay him, too. Let's
/ see-where's his bill?" And she
/ battered swiftly in dark-blue satin
mules 70 the secretary bookcase
which dominated the beSt-lighted
I corner Of her One-room apartment
There, That shows I'm not up
set. doesn't it?' she triumphed. Il
wouldn't remember to set out the
cream bottle and pay the old milk
/ company if l was upset by Willis
foolish-oh!" She stopped short as
she jerked on the light in the read
ing lamp upon the opened secre-
tary, for the sudden illumination
had forced upon her attention
something which she would have
given a weeks salary not to have
seen that night.
It was Just a snapshot framed in
beaten silver, but it had the power
70 break her hard-wOn control. A
newspaper photographers picture
of short, slim girl and a very tall,
thin man. caught in the act of walk
ing down a flight of white marble
steps. each carrying a briefcase,
each grinning triumphantly into
the camera.
The snapshot was nearly two
years old. taken at the successful
conclusion of one of Morgan's big
gest murder trials. The caption
under the picture as it had ap-
peared in the afternoon paper was:
Attorney John Curtis Morgan and
his charming secretary, Miss Nan
Carroll, leaving the courthouse a
few minutes after the lawyer had
won freedom for his client, Big
joe Connors, acquitted of the MUIR
der of Boss Powers"
Why had she framed it and cher
ished it these two years? Because
it was an amusing, even f1attering
picture of herself, or-becaUse the
photographer had happened to
CATCH the John Curtis Morgan that
she liked best-a hoyish, friendly,
eager Morgan. shorn of his court
room dignity and auSterity?
A tiny voice deep within her
heart whispered: You framed it
and kept it before you these two
years because it shows you and
him together. Silly girl! Didn't
you know
It's not true!" Nan denied holly
I'll tear the thing up-see!' But
her fingers refused to obey her.
SObbing, she thrust the framed pic
ture into a little drawer of the sec
rotary. jerked out the light and ran
back 10 bed. She had forgotten the
cream bottle and the dairyman'S
bill
She made no further pretense
then: did not open the heavy book
on criminal law; ierked the chain
of her bedside lamp and crushed
her face into her pillow. to in
ICUSuS tit OdI hIlESS. T VI CLldIIIE
had claimed her for its own.
IN love with married mani"
4 The ugly phrase leaped at her
in the darkness, and other ugly
phrases. which had only waited for
darkness, came hurtling after it.
There was a queer comfort in let
ting the ugly things claw at her, for
the very pain and disgust kept
her from complete realization. But
when the unequal battle was over
and her heart had abjectly accepted
every arrow that shame held in its
culver. Nan found that not so easily
was she to be let off. The love at
which the arrows had been so saw
agelv thrust was still alive in her
heart, amazingly alive and growing
with every moment, now that its
existence had been acknowledged.
This can't be met She struck
her breast sharply, as if to kill the
thing that vas growing so rapidly
i'm her heart. Not Nan CARROLL
Why. I'm proud! I'm honorable!
I've always been as square as a
man. Nan Carroll simply can't be
in love with another woman's