The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-11-13

Il wonder, Miss WILDER" said En-
derby in the living-room, IF you
could find some place to put Dicky
for nap. It's away past his usual
bedtime. and I promised his mother
that I would not break his routine
any more than is necessary.
why. certainly" said Sheila,
fathers bedroom will be just the
place. It's across the hall from the
laboratory Papa insists on being
close to his work He sometimes
gets up in the night to mess around
in that blessed laboratory" Dicky,
protesting vehemently, was led away.
1t was a merry, carefree party
that danced in the living and
listened to the music of the radio
orchestra. Wilbur even persuaded
the diffident Mrs. Rogers to waltz
with him when the orchestra sud
denly switched from jazz to the
Merry Widow" an old favorite.
To each of them the familiar
melody brought tender memories,
but each found in the other an
antidote to that feeling of loneli-
ness and Illustration which remem-
brance of youth is sure to awaken.
The dancing usually bored him,
but Sheridan was far from bored
when he held Edna IN his arms and
glided through the steps of a slow
fOXtrot. He experienced a sensation
Of buoyancy and exhilaration.
In a vague sort Of way, he was
puzzled. and despite his absorbed
interest in his lovely dance partner,
one lobe of his brain was probing
his own reactions to this delightful
occasion.
But tonight, his analytical mind
was not functioning in its accus-
toned manner; emotion yields little
Of the truth to self-analysis.
Edna was giving him the "once-
over from her modern girl view
point. Here was an alarmingly in
teresting specimen Of the male tribe,
well worth examination.
They sat out several dances in the
cool darkness of the veranda which
adjoined the living room.
Where have you been all my life
that I've missed knowing you?"
Sheridan asked.
That's an old line" Edna replied.
Il expected more originality from
you. Try again"
I'm an amateur; I'm not used to
making pretty speeches to beauti-
full ladies'" he said banteringly.
Won't you overlook my pristine
uncouth. methods and acknowledge
the sincerity of my stumbling
tongue?"
mot so bad. not so bad" said Ed
ma judicially, with proper encour-
agement and persistent practice, you
might pass muster"
"Ah, that's just it." he said, ris-
ing quickly to the bait, L need both
encouragement and practice. yearN
to learn. and no price would be too
high to pay. Will you be my tutor?'
To foot or not to toot. that IS
the question, according to Omelet!"
She exclaimed. LAS a fitting recon-
pense, fair sir. what doSt ofTer?"
The whole hearted devotion of
a knight of old, coupled with the
joyous, unrestricted appreciation of
knight of now; gift to you Of
understanding companionship, a
share in my world of dreams, q
glorious ride in a chariot of imagin-
alton down a bewitching path paved
with moonbeams."
What no. varlet! Bring forth the
chariot" she cried. entering fully
into the spirit of his Semi-serious
funmaking. II fain would ride me
the moonbeams.' She laughed joy
ously.
Really, Mr.. Sheridan, you need
no tutor. I acknowledge my error.
You have taken a postgraduate
course. I fear to offer you encour-
agement; there's no telling where it
might lead.
If Butler university ever estab-
fishes chair of advanced amatory
defamation for the enticement of
unwary women, shall be delighted
to recommend you for the profess
sorship." RelapSing into the YER
nacular, she continued, Believe me,
you're no SLOUGH; you're wow!"
Now look what I've donel" said
Sheridan mournfully. "I permit my
self to dream and lovely reality
SpurnS me-"
Dreams sometimes come true,
said Edna demurely.
Sheila appeared in the doorway
and called to them before Sheridan
could reply.
"Oh there you arel" she exclaimed.
I'm going to put up sign on this
porch. It will read: 'Petting Pro-
hibited. Except by Permission of the
Owner Edna. your mother thinks
you have been kidnapped"