The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-10-10

handwriting with delight. Then
she ran to the chaise Tongue, sank
down and tore open the envelope.
my darling child" was the sal
utation. Celia read on quickly.
There was little news. Mrs. Rog-
ers wrote that she was feeling we'll
and very busy. It was the vaca-
ton season and two of the filters
at Margot's were away.
OF course it was the slack season,
but still she and Tillie Dennison
had their hands full. 1t had been
very warm, but today they were
having a cool spell.
Margaret Rogers said that Bar
ney had come to see her. He was
working hard The people next
door in the apartment had a new
radio.
There was nothing of Importance
In the letter, but Celia read it all
eagerly. This was news from home.
IL hope you are very happy with
your new friends" the last para
graph read, "but, remember, above
all else, to take care of yourself.
Write soon. Oh, my darling, how
love you. Your Mother"
After the girl had finished read
ing it she sat for a long time look
ing down at the letter. 1t brought
back sharply everything in the life
she had left. Mother. Barney-she
saw them through different eyes.
She was glad she had written
both Of them Monday. She should
have done so earlier. Somehow,
there seemed little time to write.
There was SO much else to do. Her
precious motherl Celia thought Of
her mother going to work, bending
over her sewing through hot days.
Was she really well?
A wave of revulSion swept over
the girl as she thought of Margaret
Rogers long toll and privations and
the luxury with which she herself
was surrounded.
Finally she folded the letter and
put it under pile Of lingerie in
a drawer of the dressing table.
List was late. 1t was nearly 2
o'clock when she drove up to the
Mitchell home and sounded the
French horn of her coupe.
Cello. hurried out of the house to
stop the uproar before 1t reached
her grandmother's ears.
"Hullop Lisi greeted her bright
". IAN I late2 It's the precious
traffic. Red lights all the wayl I
swear, crossing the bridge"
She babbled on as Celia stepped
into the car. Then they circled the
square and headed uptown.
Lisi was looking particularly well
In q green and white printed frock
and small green hat that seemed
to minimize her freckleS.
"How's my hat2" she demanded.
"Its Hates and she'd have forty
seven cat fits If she knew ! had It.
Have got It on right?"
Celia said the hat looked very
well.
"Were going to -" the other
girl said, naming q small fashion,
able restaurant. ''Dicky's to meet
us there. It's all right. de knows
I'm always late"
who's Dicky7" Celia asked.
- q n
IT ISL grinned. THE plot thick
IL ems" she said. Haven't had
time to explain why ] really called
YOU yesterday. Dickey'S my Big
Thrill. He's an actor-oh. q good
one, tool Going to open in 3 won
derfll show next month.
"But you see can't have him out
at the house or meet him at the
club because Of Kate. Every time
a man I like sees Kate they forget
| me like thatl" Lists fingers snapped.
"She goes after them on purpose.
Hates mean as the dickens that
way.
ask her little sister If you want
10 learn all. fished up this excuse
of lunching with you so I could get
into town without q row. Anyhow,
I didn't think you'd mind"
It was impossible to hold resent
ment against Lisi. Celia was lit
tie uncomfortable about lunching
with this strange man. but her COM
panion waved aside her scruhles.
"Dicly's q Lowell" sSie declared.
"Wait till you see him."
The man who rose when they
entered the foyer of the restaurant
was not, to Celia's way OF think
ing, "a love-" He was too blond,
too conscious Of his regular fea-
lures, and too eager to talk about
himself.
A waiter led them to . corner
table which had been reserved. Lis
fell into eager conversation about
how rehearsalS were going on, and
whether Dickey had succeeded In
getting his part enlarged.
He had not. but he was going to
talk to the director that afternoon
Celia sat back and listened. She
thought the attraction N,tween LiSl
and this fair-hsired Dieley curious