The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-06-29
CHAPTER FOUR (Conl

Somewhere out there where the
lights lay along the shore like Jew
els in a string, Lame was laughing,
dancing. This was for her night
stolen out Of all the dull nights, one
to be richly remembered.
Music throbbing out of the dark
ness, fine fabrics to touch, servitors.
Was this what life meant? Or did
it mean working and saving,
scrimping to pay the rent, wonder
ing If there would be enough left
Do buy winter coat?
Cass hardly knew. She fell asleep
presently, beset by the problem.
Lame came in at IL to find her so.
MOTHER, motherl" she called,
NA kneeling. There was a note Of
panic in the girls voice. Mother
mother" How white and still Cass
seemed lying there with her thin
hand doubled under her cheek. Fear
clatched at the heart Of the girl.
But Cass stirred, woke and
smiled dirnly. Had a good time
sweet?"
"Oh, marvelousl" Lame breathed.
'Muriel said was silly to rush off
like Cinderella but I'd promised
you. And" (this somewhat shyly)
''A6F. Robard drove me home. The
rest had gone to the club and"
She stopped short at Cass'
stricken look.
"What-what did you say, dar-
1ing?" her mother inquired, in a
voice that sounded strained, unreal.
who drove your"
"a Mr.. Van Robard. Awfully
good-looking. Why?"
"Ah-h-hp Cass had closed her
eyes and her cheeks that had been
white were sudden scarlet.
why, mother, you brighten me.
Honestly you dol" Lame had
dropped to her knees and was rub
bing the cold hand with both her
warm young brown ones. Don't
look that way, pleased What is it
all about2 Do you know him?"
'LianeI" CasS sat up, pushing
her tumbled hair back from her
haggard face. Promise me-prom-
Use me you won't have anything to
do with that man. I can't explain.
Believe me, I'd like to, but I must
not. That's all I can Say!"
THE girl, startled by Cass' wild
Il look and passionate manner,
was curbed to instant acquiescence.
Quietly she said, Mother, do calm
yourself. Of course I'll do as you
sayl 1t doesn't matter in the least,
anyway. I'll probably never see him
again. Only-well, he didn't seem
at all like villain. do wish you
could tell me why you object to him
So but If you can't, you can't"
Her troubled eyes caught the
flash Of panic in those Of her
mother. Lame fastened to add, "Tu
cut him dead If pass him on the
road, If 1t will make you happier"
Instantly she regretted the words.
Why, If she did that she would be
a traitor to her own heart.
CaSS' only answer was a sigh
Don't worry, please" Lame
urged. Coming to her mothers side.
she laid her cool cheek against the
older woman's faded one. Hes
nothing in my life, you know" she
said firmly.
But as she said it the thought
flashed through Lanes mind that
nothing could be farther from the
truth.
She caught her breath, remem-
bering the stirring of her pulse as
that somber face had gazed at her
flve minutes before in the moonlit
stiffness. OF the deep voice say
ing, Goodnight, sweet child"
Lame could not understand her
own emotions. She had turned her
face toward his as child might,
waiting, hoping for his kiss. With
a flush Of something like shame she
remembered his muttered, reluctant
az can't"
Then he had bent and put kiss
into the palm of her hand No.