The Indianapolis times., 1930-08-05
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if they we're way of somewhere be-
yond the frozen stars.
"Sing some more, Anne. Sing 10
me again"
"Do YOU like to be sung to?"
He said simply, staring straight
ahead. It love to hear you sing"
And Anne turned on him a Curl
Gus smi-s at the strange emphasis
in his voice; but he was still look
ing away and missed 1t.
She began:
"ru a Sreamer-aren't we all?
Inst a drezmer-aren't We zH!-
and sang it through to the end.
And not once did Rorimer turn his
eyes from the roadway ahead OF
them.
He was thinking that he had
heard a voice like hers before, over
the radio. A contralto who sang
ballads and "blues" with smooth
ease and lowness that made you
shut your eyes and imagine things.
Only, Anne's singing was not so
trained; not so professional. 1t had,
he thought, striving for the right
word, an uncaptured quality in 1t
that left him a little shaken.
At the end of the song he turned
to look at her. She sat still be-
side him, her head back against the
cushioned seat, eyes half-closed. IF
she gets a break" he said to him
self, shell go long way" Pro-
vided, of course, the camera and the
microphone did not do strange
things to her; that had been known
to happen.
THEY were on her street now,
L and when he stopped the car in
front of her apartment he asked if
he might pick her up again in the
morning and take her to the Grand
United lot.
ats no trouble, Anne, and you
can sleep longer if you don't have
to wait for bus"
"All right, Dan; you're certainly
kind
He walked down the hallway with
her, and when they stopped at her
door he showed her the time. "See,
Anne? Only four minutes of 10.
Am 1 man of my word or not?"
You're just marvellous she said,
laughing, and gave him her hand
And Dan suddenly drew her to him
and kissed her.
Just as suddenly he knew he had
done the wrong thing. Anne was
not angry; he would have felt bet
ter if she had shown her anger. But
she was plainly hurt, and he said
contritely, I'm sorry, Anne"
81 hope you won't do that again."
Anne said. The dark eyes were
level and calm enough, but bright
spots famed in her cheeks.
Dan said again, "I'm sorry, Anne.
I'll remember"
He added that he hoped he hadn't
made her change her mind about
riding with him in the morning.
"You can at least trust me in the
day time" he said with a lame
little laugh.
Anne's faint smile heartened
him. You said you'd remember"
she said, "and you're a man OF
your word. Good night
Good night, Anne. You're a
good sport"
A darned good sport, he
thought, climbing into his car.
''Why was 1 born? Why am Hving?"
He drove to Henry's, and there
he found Johnny Riddle, sitting
alone over coffee and a sandwich.
Johnny said, Hello, stranger. Who
was the lady I saw you with the
other night? That wasn't no lady;
that was my - Who was she,
Dan? And what did you do with
the little O'Neill girl-little Mil
dred?"
Dan said, studying his menu:
"Mildred's a blond"
mot a real one; Milly bleached
her hair because it photographs
better"
"Are there any real blonds?' Dan
asked, his eyes still on the card.
What cynical young man you
turned out to be! Why, of course!
See the lady over there, for in
stance? Over there to your left
in the corner. There's blond
and how! That's Sylvia Patter-
son."
Dan swung around in his chair