The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-06-20
Q 1929 ~ Mex SERVICE INC,

perate intensity to be alone with her
husband over their first meal TO-
gether as man and wife, her love for
the child had made it impossible II
her to exclude Curtis from what he
evidently regarded as a family
celebration.
He was almost hectically excited
his LIQUID black eyes dazzling bright,
his cheeks scarlet. He had told the
splendid news to Little Pat, who had
obhgingly given the younger child a
number Of pointers as to just what
his fathers and Mans marriage
meant
Estelle had outdone herself, 50
that the table at least was as fes-
tive as a bride could have desired.
Nan, however, could not but re-
member that the exquisite china,
crystal, silver and italian linen had
been accumulated by her predeces-
scr. Iris again.
The centerpiece Of delicate, lovely
little sweetheart buds had been
bought and paid for by Estelle, how
ever, as a wedding gift to the girl
who had been long-distance house
keeper for months and was now
mistress of the Morgan house.
Maude O'Brien, the cook, had
favored every dish Of the wedding
feast with her love for the bride and
groom. But Nan, at the head Of
the table, scarcely tasted the de-
licious foods that were placed before
her by Estelle. Opposite her, John
Curtis Morgan seemed to have as
little appetite, but Curtis, seated be-
tween them, ate Of everything with
frequent, loud expressions Of ap-
proval.
Whenever the father was en-
crossed in conversation with the
boy, Nan stole glances at him, drop
ping her eyes swiftly when he
looked her way. How distinguished,
how handsome he was in his new
dinner clothesi A perfect white
gardenia in his buttonhole. She had
been surprised and deeply touched
when he had come home from the
Office with a huge florists box
under his arm.
Atop the mass of Iong-stemmed
yellow roses she had found the
lone gardenia, had adjusted it later
in the buttonhole of his dinner coat
with trembling fingers, while he
smiled down upon her-his eyes al
most as shy as her own. Oh, he
was trying to play up" trying so
hard to make her feel like other
brides.
Well, she was playing up, too.
Estelle and Mrs. O'Brien had gone
into raptures over her new evening
dress of ivory taffeta, the long
period costume" skirt embroidered
with a deep border Of golden pop
pies.
On the left shoulder of the snugly
fitting, Observation-Disclosures little
bodice she wore a cluster Of three
of the golden-yellow roses that her
husband had brought her. Under
the light, her swirl-Waved, short
brown hair cleaned Ike a cap OF
FURNISHED, beaten copper. Did Nor
gan really think she was pretty? He
had told her 50, as she adjusted his
gardenia.
II
DUT what was Curtis saying?
ID Nan gave the child sudden,
startled attention.
&c. and Little Pat says Mans
my mother now. Is she, father?
I got a mother. Can kid have
two mothers, Father?"
Nan did not dare look at John
Curtis NIorgan's face.
She would not have recognized
the hoarse, strained voice that an
swered, Eyes, Curtis" Just eyes, p"
with no explanation, no attempt at
justification. But what else could
he say?
Gee, that's SWELL" Curtis as
tonished Nan by exclaimingly hap
PLY. "The kids at school will stop
teasing me now, I guess! All time