The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-04-29
CHAPTER EIGHT

KEARY DELLA was quite certain
1VI that she preferred death ten
times over to parking once more on
that piece of road where less than
twenty-four hours before there had
! descended about her unSuspecting
little head enough drama and
tragedy to fill three ordinary lives.
She told herself that though
years had elapsed she never could
go into that road again without liv-
ing over the awful horrors of that
night. But what she refused to adj
nit, even to herself was that it was
not alone the revival of the terrors
that she feared, but a fresh glimpse
of that brief, beautiful moment in
the arms of-Bob
All day she had insisted that she
must put Bob out of her heart; that
she should be grateful for the fleet
ing happiness he had brought her.
but never to permit herself to think
for an instant it was either right or
reasonable that she should see him
again.
AS long as I live" he had said,
I'll never forget the prettieSt, the
sweetest, the bravest little girl ever
met
He had meant it, too then
She was sure of that. He was
really in love with her in that hour.
That was their hour Her
hour but it had gone. and
she must forget it.
And now as they rode out East
Main street she and Joe Speaks,
there grew in her heart, like a
gaunt Specter rising in the night,
new fear. a fear of something
she had almost forgotten
1T"
They had not found it. She had
searched every column of the morn
ing and afternoon papers; but
neither had told of murder, or of
body found on a piece of the Old
fashioned highway.
It was still there, still lying by
the side of that frozen road wait
ing waiting
Joe" Mary Della was desperate
now; I'm sorry, Joe. but we can't
park tonight It's late and I've got
to be in bed before nom and pop
get back from the pictures"
"What're you talking about, kid?
It's not II o'clock yet"
I know, Joe, but they may get
back early and therell be a racket
it they find me gone. Not tonight,
Joe. please"
You're not still peeved at me. are
YOU Mary Della?" Joe asked plain
lively.
Mary Della wiggled a little nearer
to him and put a hand under his
arm What's done's done. Let's
start all over. Joe"
That's more like it." declared
Joe with enthusiasm. You're the
last girl in the world I'd stand up
Mary Della, but it couldn't be helped
last night. Warm enough?"
Plenty" said Mary Della.
Silence.
I been doing some thinking late
". Mary Della"
That so? How'd it agree with
you?"
"Aw come on. Mary Della. Lay
off the wise cracks. I'm talking
business.
"Oh," said Mary Della, and gave
his arm a little squeeze. Shoot,
Joe, I'm listening"
Z BEEN thinking about me and
l. you, and how long we been
keeping company. and how well we
get along together. and :"
And what, Joe?"
well. what d'you think?"
You're doing the thinking right
now. Joe. Go on with the story"
"Oh. you know what I'm talking
about You just want to make me
say it. Can't you understand any
thing without being told in so many
wordS?"
mo" Mary Della admitted I'm
funny that way Mind readings
J not in my line. You were saying
how nice We get along together"
We'll, We do, unless you're get
ting ready to start another battle
about last night
That's out" said Mary Della.
al right. I stick to what I SAID.
We got along prstty nice and We
ought to be getting ready for. -
For what. Joe?"
There you go. Will you give me
time or is it natural for you to try
to be funny all the time?"
It's natural for me to be natural,
if that's what you mean. You're
all hustered, Joe Stick to your lines.