The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-04-09
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My girl must get up early, you
know" she said with disarming cam
dor. But do come up again soon.
Come to dinner. Thereu be green
apples in the market before long
I'll bake you deep-dish pie"
Il never got put out quite so
charmingly," Stephen leased her.
Another time, out home, the culin-
airy touch was introduced around IL
o'clock. but it was a demonstration
of skill with a rolling pin. I'm
sure I'd rather go on the promise
of pie"
MILDRED went to the door with
lVI him. She was thinking how
little he was likely to be enticed
anywhere by pie. Why, tomorrow
he was going out with girl
whose background made pie seem
positively vulgar.
There were people, even at the
Judson, who ordered pie, but it was
pie disguised with decorative scrolls
and pastry bouquets. II was not
the spicy, juice-oozing pie ner
mother made.
And during the next few weeks,
as the days grew warm with the
early spring that comes like a false
Jade to lure New Workers into pre-
mature storing of winter wraps, Mil
dred found herself making excuses
to her mother for Stephen.
They had seen very little of him
at Mildred's home. She saw him
often in the hotel, however, but she
knew that he was there to see
Palmela.
After that first demonstration Of
a new car, Pamela had managed
gradually to enthrall Stephen.
There we're times when he came
to Mildred's desk and fingered as
though reluctant to depart without
Wiping away some of the cooluess
that hao sprung up betewen them,
but his indecision ended generally
with a CHEEKY, "see you again" and
nothing more.
Mildred hated herself because her
indifference to him was not genu-
inc. Try as she might, she could
not keep her heart from jumping
whenever she caught sight Of Ste
phen.
Time and time again he had
passed her desk with Pamela hang
ing on his arm and her eyes had
followed them.
Well, she'd known in the begin
ming that it was hopeless for her
to want anything that Pamela judi
son wanted. Only E. she Won
dered sometimes if Stephen was
happily ensnared, wondered if she
couldn't win him away from Pa
mela if she tried.
But I can't" she always told her
self in despair. II can't vanlp him
and he'll never see me in Pamela'S
shadow unless I step out and show
him that she isn't the only girl who
has pep"
Crying it out in her pillow one
night, she knew that Stephen would
have to discover her for himself.
If it meant anything that he
couldn't forget her. that now and
then he remembered the little morn
ing nosegay, he would have to find
the meaning alone.
But deep in her heart Mildred
could not help feeling that Stephen
belonged to her, that if Pamela had
not set herself to dazzle him he'd
have found it out.
And she couldn't do anything
about it. She couldn't draw him to
her with little smiles, little words,
little tricks. There was nothing
coquett'sh about her. She would
give her heart in gesture Of mag
nif1cent surrender, but she would
not make game Of it.
Stephen still thought her a peach
of a girl, when his mind wasn't on
Pamela or selling cars. Some one
of these nice days he'd ask her to
take a spin in the country.
In the meantime, Mildred became
suddenly aware that she was not
the only one who faced hopeless
ness.