The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-05-17
RIVAL M'!,I]!:VES
G 1929 ~

all. She rather likes you, in your
place, and your place, Nan Carroll
is, in her estimation, that of an eff
cient upper class servant. And as
long as she's in the Office, that's the
way he thinks of you, too, because
she makes him.
she blights him, blights me,
takes all of our real worth and sig
nificance away from us, so there
won't be anything of Importance in
the place but her beauty. And he
doesn't know what a fool she makes
of him, doesn't know anything when
she's around except that he's mad
about her and that she's the most
beautiful woman in the world. But
what do 1 care?" She blinked furi-
ously at the tears in her brown eyes
She was establishing a whining
dictatorial child at a table on which
she had placed an old typewriter re-
served for the purpose when Iris
Morgan came out of the private
office, adjusting her smart black hat
at an enchanting angle, so that red
gold curls were pressed against the
cream and rose of her cheek.
III call for my two boys at six
Nan" she announced, with superb
indifference to the fact that Nan
was supposed to be free at five
BE good sweetheart, and mother
will bring you something nice"
Want stuffed dates with lotsa
nuts" Curtis specified threateningly.
Irish laughed from the doorway
Greedy little pig. It's wonder
you don't get disgustingly fat. But
/ suppose no child of mine could be
fat" she added complacently, glanc-
ing down the long, slim lines of her
body-the kind of figure for which
modistes design CONNECTIONS" and
creations" not mere dresses.
And oh, Nan dear, please get me
a couple of matinee tickets for
Saturday. The Constant Lover with
the original New York cast--so the
advertisements say, though they're
sure to be Second-rate hams, worse
luck!--is at the Woodleigh this week.
Don't let my bad child bother you,
or Jack will blame me If he loses
this scandalous Grace Cox case.
Why he can't be a corporation law
yer and be respectable is more than
I can see! Just vanity, think! He
adores ranting before a jury and
saving murdererS from the galloWS.
But l mustn't get off onto my pet
grievance or the shops will be closed
before I get a thing bought. Good
by lover" She blew a kiss to the
child and was gone.
After five minutes Of bored peck
ing at his typewriter keyes, Curtis
was at Mans elbow, jogging it i'm
patiently, so that she struck a wrong
key-a tragedy to Nan Carroll, who
prided herself on pages of finished
work which had never been insulted
by Jhe rasp of an eraser.
Want paste and scissors and
colored crayons, the little boy de-
manded petulantly.
While she was getting them for
him, he climbed with impish quick
ness into her chair and began to
strike letters heller skelter upon her
beloved typewriter, spelling the half
sheet of beautifully typed notes.
For the next half hour she wres-
tied desperately with work, a small
boys irritable demands, the tele-
phone, which rang three times, and
the swiftly rising tide of her anger.
I'm going to tell him a thing or
Two if he fires me for It'll" she
sJormed in her hot heart. Letting
his silly wife impose or me and turn
me into a nursemaid! I won't put
up with it another day!"
But when the buzzer sounded to