The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-03-26

she'll nave you naming the date
before dinner"
They were back at the subway
now. We'll change for an express
at Seventy-second street." she said,
Il told mother we'd hurry"
gXTHEN they left the train
w Mildred stopped at delica-
lessen store and made a few pur-
chases which Stephen wanted to
pay for and was not allowed.
You'll have to carry them up
four flights of stairs to pay for your
dinner" she told him.
-Four fight of stairs! Why, my
dear girl, 1 take walk to the moon
and back every time I'm feeling
happy"
The stairs were somewhat narrow
and not very well lighted but that
did not seem to put damper OH
the young mans spirits. Mildred
was glad of the oinness; it hid the
dirty landmarks on the walls and
the uncleaned corners of the stairs.
Her mother welcomed them with
poorly concealed agitation. She
wondered what any young man
would think of her daughter in these
circumstances. In her day 49,.
Did you cook the chops?"
Mildred whispered in her ear when
she kissed her mother.
There's only one" the mother
whispered back; but it's got kid
ney. I wouldn't let Connie have it.
She had it last time"
This is the young man who saved
my fur for me, mother Mr..
Armitage."
PLEASED to meet you, Mr.. Arnli-
tage." She gave him a welcoming
hand that felt rough to his touch
but had a sincerity in its pressure
that left pleasant feeling in Ste
phens memory. He knew the diff
ference between genuine friendlineSs
and the glad hand.
Well, usually he made a good i'm
preston. Some one once told him it
was his curly blond hair that awoke
a maternal instinct in the Women>he
met. Why men liked him no one
had as yet told him.
THE conquering hero comes" a
voice Knocked from the living room
dnnYsJIyoT w a 70 Il
my sdate."
For goodness sake, Connie" the
mother snapped. 'Mr. Ar1nitage
will think you don't know how to
behave"
'You must excuse me a moment"
Mildred said and left her mother
to cope with the incorrigible Con-
ME.
A few minutes to get into a SIM
pie lilac chiffon dress, a few magic
touches before the mirror to hair
and complexion and Mildred was
ready to entertain her guest.
She found Connie lighting a ciga-
ret for Stephen, perched on the
arm of his chair. Mildred knew it
wasn't a studied pose. Connie was
far beyond her posing in her strides
toward modernism. She let herself
follow instincts and act on impulses.
If she wanted to sit on the arm of
a chair-anyone'S chair-she sat on
it.
She wasn't bent on mischief, how
ever, and when Mildred appeared,
she went out to the kitchen, ostens-
IDLY to help her mother. In reality,
to rave about Stephen.
eff only Mildred had little more
snap" she remarked, "she might
be able to hold him. But I doubt
it. Pity"
Connie. Aren't you ashamed the
way you talk?" her mother reproved
her. Mildred is simply being nice
to a young man who was of service
to her. But I'd rather she hadn't
got acquainted with him SO easily.
He might think she isn't very par
ticular.
CONNIE laughed. "And how you
~ know men, nom. AS though
any man would criticise a girl for
picking him up. Some other fellow,
now-that's different"
go set the table and don't talk
so much. You'll learn a lot some
day, miss" her mother answered
irritably.
"Well," Connie said to herself a
moment later, glancing into the liV-
ing room, maybe there are more
ways than one of getting your
man."
Mildred was applying an antisep-
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