The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-07-02

thought, she knew how murderers
felt. The lust for killing. She
knew what it meant to sse xed.
"You let me go :" she was
wailing, appalled, to find that her
strength availed her nothing against
his rock-ribbed hardness. She tasted
the salt Of her own angry tears.
Suddenly a hurricane was upon
them. The tall Dane went whirl-
ing.
"You-scuml" That was a IA
miliar voice, but whose?
A shabby young man in a striped
suit busted off his hands with a
burlesque gesture. The Dane picked
himself up, felt of his jaw.
"Was this - carrion - annoying
you, my good girl?" inquired the
newcomer, in his best Drury Lane
manner.
Lame almost giggled. He made
it seem funny. He took away from
her the feeling that she was soiled,
unclean, from this distasteful con-
tact.
"He certainly was" she said So
bering. 1--WE never spoken three
words to him in all my life"
"Wot a nervel" Chuck Desmond
shot his cuffs and favored the van
pushed one with a baleful stare.
Hes the kind Of bird who gets
his picture on the front page when
man-hunt is on" he said.
"See here, my good man." Tipping
his card in the direction of the
furious electrician. IF ever hear
Of you annoying the duchess again
I'll have my three pet police cap
tains on your neck with charges
that won't sound pretty with the
morning coffee.
Desmond stuck out his arm and
Lame crooked her fingers over it
gratefully. "I'll see you to your
carriage" he told her.
"You were wonderful Just now
Lame marveled as they walked down
the road.
where's this-her- now Miss Laid
gone and fluttered away tor" de-
manded Charles Desmond, sticking
the inevitable cigaret between his
lips and hunting in five separate
pockets for the nonresident match.
Here it's my day off and every
thing and I get on my bike and
trail away out here to find her
missing!"
r lane started to- explain but
L. thought better of it. "She-she
went home" she finished lamely.
But Chuck had been watching her
expressive face.
Got herself another boy friend?"
he inquired.
There was - somebody just
dropped in," improvised Muriel's
friend.
ooh, yeah?" Desmond appeared
doubtful. well, I can't waste the
entire evening just because she
changed her mind. How about you
trotting off and having dinner with
me? can't eat alone. I'm funny
that way. Been so since earliest
childhood.
ooh, dear, if mother only would
let mel" cried Lame childishly.
We'll, there's nothing like inuuir-
ing" Chuck said.
Liane introduced the pair and to
her utter anazement Cass beamed
on the young man.
Wasn't your mother Grace
Franks, who played Shakespearean
roles long ago?" she inquired.
Charles said Eyes" very solen1nly.
Il thought So" Cass nodded.
you run along, Lame, and change
your dress while I talk to Mr..
Desmond. There are SO many
things I want to ask him."
Will wonders never cease,
thought Lame, as she hastily
slipped into her one presentable
frock.
Chuck Desmond was funny. He
was nice, even though. he wasn't
the "Not Impossible He" She re-
allied she would have a hard time
squaring herself with Muriel if that
young woman ever learned the
truth.
What are you thinking about?"
inquired that irrepressible young
man, Chuck Desmond.
Lame smiled family.
Wondering if Muriel will mind
my bagging her young man"
80 no, then! I'm advertised as
such" He pretended to be an
noyed.
"You are" Lame dimpled at him.
How simple it was to be easy and
friendly with a man when you
weren't in love with him.