The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-06-06

We'll, what are we going to dt
about it?" laughed Cynthia.
Heart-whole and fancy-free! SC
Eleanor had characterized her ir
the theater, and so, listening to hel
light gurgle of merriment, she char
acterized her now.
THO about it? why"-and Flea
II nor laughed in her turn--"l
think we should study each other,
look for flaws. and suggest correc-
tons. Looking in a mirror is so
unsatisfactory. You never can tell
whether the seams run exactly
straight in your stockings by looking
in a mirror"
1--WE should wear each others
clothes, eh?"
Something like that" assented
Eleanor. Anyway, we must get
together; we must find out if we
are related. AS soon as I return
from my-honeymoon," she Stun
bIed over the word. "I'll look you
up. VIII you give me your ad-
dress?"
With perfect simplicity, as though
utterly unaware that there was any
difference in the social status of a
chorus girl and Tom Sanver's
daughter, the girl drew a card from
her pocket.
always have one with me. You
never know when you'll meet a
manager who'll want your address
and phone number. Here it is. And
I'd love to see you"
Quite unaccountably Eleanor
shook hands with Cynthia.
do you know, I've never really
had a girl friend. I'd like to have
you"
The other girl colored shyly. I'm
the same and feel the same. I Won
der if we're cousins"
Better than that; we're friends, -
said Eleanor.
And something in the girl whose
hand she clasped seemed to respond,
exactly as Daddy Tom responded to
her.
She lay awake late that night.
Aul her thoughts were not of Phil
nor of Dean, but of the replica of
herself whom she had met and with
whom she knew that she had found
something more than an &C
Quaintance or even a friendship.
Apprehension had left her; instead
something strangely comforting had
had taken apprehension's place.
Something touched her shoulder;
she awoke, screaming. Aghast, her
maid stared at her.
miss Sanver-Tm so sorry-bllt
it's 10"
bright left Eleanor's eyes. The
L deepest of bushes swept over
her cheeks, staining even her throat
and breast.
Il must have Feen having a night
mare" she explained. How could
she tell the maid that in her dream
the hand that touched her had been
the hand of Dean Carey and that its
touch had brought the scream of
protest to her lips?
The maid beamed upon her.
Nightmares just before you're
married mean good luck. Your cof-
fee is just made. Drink it while
it's hot"
She crossed the room and raised
the curtains. AS nice a day for a
wedding as ever was. And as pretty
a bride as ever was, too"
Eleanor's eyes twinkled over her
cup. IF my husband says as nice
things to me as you do, Mary, III be
badly spoiled"
Eleanor had recovered now from
her embarrassment. Evidently she
had not cried Deans name, had not
indicated to the maid the horror
that. in a dream, Deans touch had
inspired.
How unjust her subconscious self
was to Deanl. Her mouth became
tender. Dear Dean! Her conscious
self would pay in trimming meas
ure for the injustice done to him by
the subconScious self.
Your bath is ready" the maid
interrupted her self-accusatory rev.
erie. And you haven't eaten a
bite" she went on.
Eleanor shook her head Impatient
ly; any intimacy that the nearness
Of the great occasion might call
forth from the maid was effsctually
cut of by the gesture.
Mary had been Eleanor's maid for
five years. Tears and interminable
talk would gush from her eyes and
lips on the slightest propagation
She was more excited by the ap-
preaching ceremony than was her