The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-05-21
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3 better position-more money, great
er opportunity, larger city. Make
It very formal and final, 50 he won't
have the nerve to ask you TO stay
"Oh, but I can't slap him in the
face like that!' Mans heart pro-
tested. We've been such good
friends. I'd destroy some Of his
beautiful faith in human nature If
repaid all his kindness and friend
ship like that"
There's no other way her
| common sense scolded her heart
You can't say: Please, Mr.. Nor
gan. I am very sorry, but I've just
discovered that I'm in love with
YOU, and since you're married I'd
better leave today Of course" she
mused as the car changed down
Main street, 4 could tell him a
temporary lie-tell him I'm leaving
to be married to Willis Todd, then
tell Willis that I love him, not
John Curtis Morgan. and be safely
married to Willis within a week"
nAYDREAMING Miss Carron?"
- A business man who had Of
fees in her building touched her
arm. Here's our corner"
Five minutes later she was fitting
her key into the lock Of the door
labeled Suite 7O9. John Curtis
Morgan. Attorney-at-Law." Her key,
her Office. her "boss"-and soon to
be hers no longer. She could scarce
ly see the familiar room for tears
as she sprung the lock and closed
the door gently.
The floor beneath the letter drop
in the door was Uttered with early
mail and she stopped to pick it up.
Ten minutes Of nine. Evans, the
clerk, and young Blake, the lawyer
on salary, had not arrived, Of
course. but for once she was not
contemptuous. They did not love
the place as she did Why should
they? Morgan was only an en-
ployer to them. source Of income
but also of hard work.
Suddenly Nan envied those two
absent men with all her heart. They
could stay on and on, see him every
day. serve him. share humbly in
his triumphs, while she who loved
him.
Il won't cry!" she told herself
flercely, as she slit envelopes and
extracted their contents bills,
court notices. cracking legal dou-
ments, letters, advertising circu-
lars. I've simply got to remember
that I'm darned lucky to have had
two years with him before I real
lied I was making a fool of myself.
And that I'm still more lucky that
he's the kind Of man he is, instead
Of a rotter who would be tickled TO
death 10 make love to his secretary
behind his Wifes back.
I must say I have good taste in
love" she congratulated herself
with the bitter humor that had
been born in her heart the night be-
fore. Even if I told him I was in
love with him I could stay right
on here until 7 was old ana gray
and he'd never take the slightest
advantage of my love. I couldn't
love him so much if I wasn't sure
Of that. Oh-h-h-h! What in the
world"
Jerked out of self-pity and into
temporary forgetfulness, Nan stared
ineredu,ously at the Single-sheet
letter she had just drawn from
plain cheap envelope. Her eyes,
which had glanced mechanically
down the sheet, went back to the
beginning of the message:
y. c. Morgan. ESQ.," 1t began
oddly, in small, neatly printed let
tiers, calculated to battle a handwrit-
ing expert If you value your peace
of mind you'd better lay off certain
witnesses you subpenaed last night
IN the Grace Cox case. Stick to
Grace's friends and let her enemies
alone. or you may stir up nest