The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-07-15

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shANE McDERMID. Young pelice a XVI.
t6a s Somes IL. e Long Island to tel Lane
aAt. MURIEL .LADD's house. Lame
Zen 's ID. MYSTERIOUS stranger She has
and Cass. hearing his name NC bt isSS IAabe
r,5r, 20 see him again.
SSNieor CHUCK DESMOND. a reporter
&C. "!Snt MRS LADD dispatches Van
eloned '' re P }sFs, TP9fieyng they have
~ shcars gossip about Van and Mrs.
Aaua and Is crushed.
CLEEsPAUGHs IN III" ' FAN 'hg sr %eqi i1a.
Live CLEESPAUGH. who does not 9ef
81 With his mother News comes of
.,, ne same day Lame learns Of her
ni9dT 3 illness in q. Philadelphia hos
Eursed back to life. Mrs. Cieespauz6
H4tts,sts on her returning to Willow
n,Cliye asks Lame to marry him and
aitnough she is at first offended 1T the
a &C. o. marriage OF convenience. she
49, eosetp.s. partly to provide her mother
Now co on WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN Continued
Give seemed to like that. They
drove to what he called a "shoppv.'
Where they bought the bed Jacket
a roth Of pink satin and cream
colored lace, and a new book and
thin box of minis, Cass' favorite
candy.
You're NICE" Lame said to the
young man as they turned home
ward. Said it simply, matter-of-
factly quite without coquetry. She
meant it,
You think so-honestly? You've
got over being mad at mel'
was never-exactly mad
biane confessed, looking up at him
with candid, troubled eyes II was
confused and startled at the whole
idea. didn't kow exactly how
to take it,
I'm clumsy oaf," Give said,
gripping the wheel grimly with
those lean brown hands of his.
Lame said, you weren't, but I
thought you were Raging me and
7 didn't like it. The whole thing
sounded-well, fantastic"
Fantastic, eh? You thought
that?"
There, drat the boy! He was
turning grumpy again.
1.-THE idea Of marrying me was
1antastic!" His laugh grated a
little.
Lame sat up suddenly, said quite
sharply above the roar of the motor,
"You know I didn't mean that!
Why will you be so difficult? I
meant that the idea of your marry
ing me was extraordinary. Co.
phetua and the beggar maid"
She thought compassionately that
She knew why this young man was
so moody, SO mercurial. He had
the tortured temperament of the
very shy.
She knew she was right when his
emile came drifting back, when he
looked down at her again with the
light Of companionship in his eyes.
Don't talk such rot" he said
humbly. you're miles too good for
me and you ought to know it,"
Thanks for the adj" The min
ute she said that she was sorry. It
was like Muriel-a cheap echo of
the jazz girl with the thousand
Scalps at her belt.
But the young man didn't seem
TO notice. He drove on through
the golden afternoon. Out of his
deep reverie he said with abrupt
ness, Lets announce our engage
ment before Tressa Lord arrives?"
TNHE new girl was all in gray.
Il Gray kidslin coat wrapped
lightly about her long slinness.
Gray kidSkin turban coquettishly
draped over her green eyes. Gray
reptile skin shoes snlartly Shrek
ing of the Rue de la PaiX.
Very smart she seemed, very as
sured and chill and just a trifle
amused. Nora and the new down.
stair maid, Eileen, were stagger-
ing upstairs under a load of lug
gage.
Lame, from the upper hall, OBJ
served the newcomers easy air of
proprietorship as she moved about
Struggling off her gloves, laughing
at Something Mrs. Cleespaugh had
said.
When Lame came down fifteen
minutes later, Tressa Lord was
pouring tea and looking as though
she never had sat anywhere else
than behind the old Sheffield urn.
Lame felt gauche and school girlish
as she was presented.
"My ward, Lame Barrett Mrs.
Cleespaugh said affectionately.
Tressa Lord gave her a piercing
glance of inquiry, taking her in
from the top of her bronze gold
head to the tips of her old brown
brogueS.