The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-06-10
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am sure that Mr. Morgan will be
glad 20 pay you both a little more
/ salary than Mrs. Morgan arranged
I for. Estelle could have ,wo eve
nings as we'll as one afternoon a
week out. if you could arrange with
T her TO be here the other evenings.
or at least when Mr.. Morgan asks
you to stay What do you think
Mrs OBrien?"
THE cook considered, as she IN
j rolled her sleeves. her work
done for the night THE part about
Curtis is easy, miss. Lord, can
keep an eye on two rapscallions as
well as one. But I'm just thinking,
miss. if you don't mind me saying
so. that a house without a woman
bossing it is like a ship with mutiny
on it, Estelle's a nice enough girl
and I guess I'm irto-middlin'
easy to get along with, but neither
of us knowing which one is to take
hold and give orders, like Me
for instance. I like 10 have the
lady of the house write out the me-
nus for me, not having much gift
that way, though being q fair
cook"
You're a wonderful cook Mrs.
O'Brien." Nan corrected her warmly.
But I do understand what you
mean. and I think it's awfully nice
of you to put it so honestly. I Won
der if YOU and Estelle would very
much mind my keeping an eye on
things? 1 could give you the me-
nus for the week every Monday and
you could be responsible for the
marketing. I'm sure you would try
to be as economical as If you we're
buying food for your own table,
she fattered the cook.
THAT I would, miss. and glad
to do it for the poor lone man"
Maude O'Brien agreed heartily. It's
a grand idea, miss, if you could
spare the time"
Then suppose We figure on that
basis" Nan beamed. I'll have all
tradesmen's bills sent to me at the
office, and will check them with
your duplicates once a month. Ill
pay salaries, too, and see that raises
come when they're earned. Men
don't notice about such things, you
know. And I'll do the shopping for
the house. if you and Estelle will
keep q. list and give it to me once
a week. Curtis clothes, too. of
course. Does the laundry go out?"
mo. miss. Hattie. a colored wo-
man. comes two days a week-Mon-
day for washing and Tuesday for
ironing and mending," Maude
answered. "She keeps the clothes in
order, as we'll as the linens. She's
good, Hattie is"
"Fine!" Nan cried. seeing the
last of her most pressing problems
slipping away. when could you
move into the rooms above the ga
rage?"
Tomorrow, miss" Big Pat an
swered, grinning his approval of her
quick decisions. Il take it you'd
like to see the little shaver settled
while you're here, miss. With me
and Maude and Little Pat on the
premises you won't need to worry
about the lad, miss"
WHEN she returned to the living
w room Nan found Curtis lying
before the fireplace, his moUrnful
black eyes gazing upward at the
life-size portrait of his exquisite
mother. his lanquid fingers pulling
absent mindedly at the ears of a
sleeping puppy.
Mans heart, which had been so
full Of pity and love for the desert
ed husband, swelled suddenly to
make room for the forlorn little
boy who had been made worse
than motherless by Iris guilty pas
sion for Bert Crawford.
Bed time, man-child,' she called
blithely, but her voice was husky
with tears.
''Man-child." Curtis repeated
DREAMY. THAT'S what father calls
me-man--child. Sometimes he says
sonny-boy, too. Mother calls me
lover What's a lover Nana?"
Zone who loves, of course Nan
gibed gaily, but there was a swift
stab of pain in her heart at the
thought that some day Curtis
would know a different, less simple,
more sinister meaning of the word,
and that he might hear it applied
to the man who had stolen his
mother from her husband and her
son. Come along, now. It's eight
o'clock. And I've got something
awfully exciting to tell you while
you get ready for bed
The girl and the child we're walk
ing up the stairs together, hand in
hand, WHEN the telephone rang.
That's long distance!' Curtis
shrilIed, beginning to jump up and
down On The stairs. 1.-The phones
in the library, Mana. Whoopee!
Betcha it's mother! I knew Es-
telle was liar when she said
mother wasn't coming back!"
And 1 bet it's your father!" Nan
cried, bounding down - the stars
two steps at a time.
But oh, what if it was Iris? Could
she possibly make herself rejoice,
if Iris was coming home?