The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-06-12
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( one pairs Of shoes! All, we'll! Poor,
/ but honesti That's me-"
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! CHE was giving her flushed cheeks
~ Don't need any rouge to-
night!"-another careful busting Of
rachel-tinted powder when Curtis
( hurled breathlessly into the room.
Hey, Mana! Guess what! My
fathers come home! And I'm tell
ing him all about school and Big
Pat and Little Pat and everything!
And he said, Where is that incred-
i-ble grip" What's Incredible,
Mana? Are you incred-i-ble?"
Nan gasped, then suddenly went
down on her knees and swept Cur
It's into her arms, holding him close
against her wildly beating heart.
Listen, Curtis! Stop painting! Tell
me-was he angry when he called
me that incredible girP?"
"Why?' Curtis was plainly
amazed. rs Incredible a cuss
word, Mana? He didn't say it like
he was cussing. He-he said it like
-like'-the child CROPPED for de-
scriptiye words beyond his Vocabu-
lary-"like he could kiss you if you
was there right then!'
"Oh!" Nan sprang to her feet,
her face flaming Of course Curtis
didn't mean that as she would have
liked him to mean it. He was mere
ly trying to tell her that his father
had looked tenderly amused and
grateful, but. . Lets go down,
honey. Dinner must be ready, and
Maude has something very special
tonight. Guess what. . No, you'd
never! It's Hidden Treasure! 1 just
hope thereu be one for your father,
too
Curtis wild speculation as to
what Hidden Treasure" might be
carried them down to the living
room and to where John Curtis
Morgan stood before the merrily
burning fire, his eyes-which were
not merry at affixed on the life
size portrait of the wife who had
so recently deserted him.
Father, we've got Hidden Treasure
for elmer, and Mana made up the
recipe Just for me, and
Hello, Nan! Has this young he'll
lion been babbling like this ever
since you came? If so, it's q good
thing I hurried back to rescue you.
You seem to be bearing up under
the strain pretty we'll, though. I
never saw you look so pretty"
Was she glad then that she had
dressed for dinner! But she Won
dered if he could see her heart
pounding beneath the allegedly
transparent velvet. as his two hands
folded over the cold little hand she
thrust out at him.
aren't you back sooner than you
expected? OF course, we're awfully
glad
"The Governor and 7 had our
heart-to-heart talk about poor
Brownlee last night, and around
midnight he gave me his word that
if DR.. Ashley's privately stated opir-
ion corrobrated his expert testi-
mony on the witness stand, he
would have the boy committed to
the state hospital for the criminally
insane. I'm glad for his mothers
sake. Personally. I think the poor
boy would be better off dead. but I
don't fancy the moose as a way to
put him out of his misery-all
things considered. Hellol Here's
Estelle, with the good news that
dinners ready. I'm famished. I
hope we don't have to hunt for this
Hidden Treasure of Mans Sonny
boy!"
TTIDDEN TREASURE" proved
A J. to be something delightfully."-
odorous in individual casseroles,
something with a brown, crisp crust
Of cracker crumbs and cheese.
There's an egg in .. nest of spin
ach!' Curtis shouted. when he had
lifted the crust with an impatient
fork and disclosed a perfectly
poached egg. Il don't like spinach.
Um-m-ml That's funny" he
marveled. his black eyes flying &C
cusinglv to Nan. ut tastes good"
He took another forkful Of the spin
ach, which had been chopped into
white sauce. Then. Say. Father!
Taste this crust! Oh, boy!'
Morgan laughed until his pale,
tired face was rudy with color. Il
called you that incredible girl to
Curtis. and he wanted to know what
4 Incredible meant, he said to Nan,
and again his eyes had that look
in them which Curtis had endeav-
Ored to describe. Curtis, an in
4 credible girl is one who can solve
murder mysteries. make a lazy law
yer work like the very devil, bring
order out of chaos in some one else'S
/ home, and make a f1nicky little brat
like you eat spinach and like it"
"Uh-huh," Curtis agreed, stick
ing his fork into the golden yolk of
Mans Hidden Treasure Il want
Mana to stay. So does Little Pat.
He says she's a peach-er- ino"
ITO Be Continued