The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-01-24

| 90 imagine InlnSS, 40 II OA, yes
l imagine theml And you've treated
Andy like a son. Well-why did you
have to marry some one young
enough to be your daughter2 Why
did you do that? Andy and Judith
are angels, of course, but II, your
own daughter-oh, I think you're
hateful!"
Tears streaming from her eyes,
the girl ran out of the room. A
few moments later there was the
loud slam of a door being closed
upstairs and Arthur Knight was
left alone with his thoughts.
He did not see his daughter again
that evening.
When Judith and Andy Craig
came in shortly after 10 o'clock both
were too eager to tell Of the cuddle-
some, wobbly pups, bright-eyed
| terriers, awkward bulldogs and
handsome German shepherds they
had seen to notice anything unusual
about Arthur Knights manner.
Judith had lost her heart to one
small shaggy Scotch terrier in par
ticular. She lauded him eXtrava-
gantly.
We'll. we'll" Knight told her
why didn't you bring him home
with you? There doesn't seem to be
any doubt but that we'll have to
have the brute if he's necessary to
your happiness"
His wife smiled Slyly.
II did write down the name of
the kennels" she said. Here it is
She rummaged in her purse, pro-
duced a bit of cardboard and hand
ed it to Arthur He glanced at it,
then pocketed the card.
well. the evening certainly was
a pleasure. Mrs. Knight" Andy
Craig spoke up. May say good
night now and run along? Same old
battle of the alarm clock in the
morning. you know. Good night, Mr.
Knight. I wish you'd gone with U.s.
Good night, Andy" Arthur and
Judith spoke almost in unison.
WEES ,t the ! young man man h ma gone
her husband stood before the
hearth.
ct was fine dog show" she
said softly, "but I'd have enjoyed
it more if you'd been there, dear"
Was there questioning in Arthur
knights eyes?
For an instant Judith thought
she noted something peculiar in
the way her husband looked at her.
Then he laughed and she wondered
what nonsense had prompted the
thought.
I'll see about the pup tomor-
row." he promised. Been thinking
it would be nice to have some sort
of a pet about the place. Well. it's
getting late. Better be getting up
stairs, I guess"
Arthur"
He looked at her sharply, saw
that Judith was smiling mischiev-
ously. She continued:
I'm famished What about a
raid on the ice box?"
Think we might find anything
there?"
wait a minute-Iu go look"
She came back before long with
tray on which was piled a re-
markable midnight lunch. There
were cheese sandwiches. cold
chicken and tomato sandwiches,
thin wedges of apple pie, olives and
dish of baked beans. There was
also a pot of fragrant coffee.
Coffee. Judith, at this hour?"
Knight protested.
She nodded her head affirma-
lively.
Its madness. know. but was
hungry. And nothing III the world
is so good as coffee and pie at mid
night.
They spread the lunch out on the
reading table. arrayed themselves
guiltily with nankins and set to de-
vouring the food. Twenty minutes
later nothing but stray crumbs COW
cred the plates.
Judith marshaled the bits of
bread into two crossing lines.
'X' she pointed them out to
Arthur Knight, marks the scene of
the disaster"
Knight returned the tray to the
kitchen table. Then he and Judith
mounted the stairs. She thought
afterward that he had showed an
unusual amount of tenderness that
evening.
The following morning Arthur
knight awoke to face a diSagreeable
world His head -ached. He had
not slept for hours and hours