The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-08-22
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! BY ELEANOR EARLY
OUT OUR WAY

CHAPTER Continued
We'll, anyhow, I'm sure he's not
In love with her! Why, it's dread
full, Red, to talk as if Jack were a
scuaw man! There's nothing or
earth worse than a male gold dig
ger. And Jacks the furtheSt thing
from that, 1 know"
ut looks mighty funny" grum-
bled Red.
80 do lots of things look funny
Maybe it looked funny when you
and I went to St. Petersburg to-
gether. For heavens sake, be
charitable!"
Red grinned. He had an engag-
ing grin.
We'll" he drawled, ct just hated
to see a slick city Teller do our Nell
wrong. I thought maybe I ought to
tip you off,"
Don't worry about mel" she
flashed. Il can take care of myself
all right"
Sure you can" he agreed. 81
don't know any girl can do that lit
tie thing any better"
Molly turned the pages of one OF
her reference books.
Red, dear" she said, I'm just
burning up to get after my tragic
lovers. Would you mind awfully, if
I sent you away? I feel so exactly
like writing tonight, that it's a
shame to only sit and talk"
She had grown pale, and there
we're dark shadows under her eyes.
Red was more observing than she
knew.
Pretty hard hit" he decided.
"Poor kid. It's darn shame"
Come around tomorrow if you
like" she was saying, and I'll have
Mary bake you an apple pie"
why sure" he said. But let me
make you some coffee before I so,
will you? You're looking sort of
ragged, old thing. Pep you up bit,
iw you're going to be up all night"
Honestly, Red, I don't feel like
It."
do you mind if I make some
for myself? Have cup with me,
like a good girl" he coaxed.
CHE turned to him gratefully
y Dear Redi I'll drink coffee or
arsenic, if it will make you happy.
But don't get feeling sorry for me.
Jack and I broke up long ago.
He patted her hand sympathetic
ally
TITS a hell of a world" he de-
clared.
Pun along and make your cof-
fee" she admonished. And there
are crackers and cheese around
somewhere. Bring thems in, when
you come. And see if you can find
some guava jelly"
Red rummaged around the pam
try and fixed a tray clumsily. Meas
ured his coffee carefully, and the
water, and carried the percolator
into the drawing room.
Molly lay on her crazy cubist
sofa. with her head buried in the
pillows, crying her heart out.
Molly! Molly dear!"
Red set his tray on the floor, and
the percolator beside it, and put his
arms about her.
Poor little girl! Want me to
smash his head, Molly?"
She shook her head against his
chest. laughing through her tears.
"Oh no, Red. I'm crazy about his
head, dear"
Hes broken your heart-that's
what he's done"
Broken my heart, nothing!" she
contradicted I'm just tired, that's
stl. I'm a poor, weak woman, and
I've had hard day"
well. Well. Alta baby. Poor iii
baby"
He patted her hair awkwardly.
And she drew his clumsy fingers to
her mouth. and kissed them.
Dear little girl" he murmured.
He slipped his fingers beneath
her chin, and tilted back her head.
Then he kissed her on the mouth.
He had neI sr kissed her that way
before.
She tried b draw away. But he
drew her closer. She trembled for
q moment in his embrace.
They were like that when the door
opened. And, turning guiltily, they
faced Bob.
He was in evening clothes, with
an opera hat in his hand. He looked
rather like the villain in play. Pale
and disheveled.
He walked toward them instead
ily, with his arm raised.
You're drunk, old mani" ex-
claimed Red. Watch what you're
doing"
Drunk" Bob swayed- "Of course
In drunk. A fellows got to be drunk