The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-08-06
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new gown, one Of rose tissue. lay
IN its pristine folds, waiting to be
worn. Give would be waiting.
Must you really? Oh, I'm sorry"
They had so much to say to each
other. But she had to tear herself
away.
He said, as he put her into a cab,
This has been great fun. We must
do it again.
AS Lame rode away she thought,
There's no harm in this. I may
have my friends, maynt I? Give
would not mind"
But she did not mention the meet
ing to him. When she arrayed
herself in the new frock she pinned
the gardenias on her shoulder.
Gives Had a good day?" held
quality Of reserve in it. For his
mothers benefit he kissed Lame.
The girl thought he looked at her
rather oddly across the table. She
was so spirited, SO merry. Every
thing made her laugh.
CaSs had come to dinner. too.
But I must leave early" she said.
I'm on for the first act, you know"
She looked rested, eager. The
play was extraordinarily successful
in season of failures. Cass had
new clothes and few comforts in
the fiat. She would not let Give
give her anything. She was very
proud.
A FTER her mother had left.
IA Lame sat dreamily listening
TO the others talk. Her mind, was
busy elsewhere. "-Boheme tonight, .
she heard her mother -in-law say
briskly. "You won't mind?"
The girl reused herself. mo, I
love that"
Kelly touched his hat in friendly
greeting as Give helped her into
the car. Wrapped in her furs. she
lay back watching the glimmer and
play OF the motors on the avenue.
The street was like a black lane of
waters along which the lights
flashed red and green, red and
green.
A girl stood at the crossing.
clutching thin coat about her.
Her envious gaze took in the trio
in the car-the young man, so stern
Tipped and handsome in his gleam-
ing hat, the girl, languid above her
ermine, the dowager, with silver
hair.
Lame watched the girl on the
curb as thin young man darted
out of the service entrance of a
great building and slipped a hand
under her arm.
Give, too, had observed the low
ers' rendezvous. It was a little
drama in a side street. The boy
and girl drifted on, happily, aim
lessly. Probably they had nowhere
to go. They might seek a movie
palace and hold hands.
There but for the grace of God,
go l." Lame reflected. She thought,
THAT girl has her man. She may
Shiver, but she's happy"
Gives mother was asking a ques-
ton. The girl had not heard. She
reused herself to listen.
Above the sea of bobbing heads
in the opera house they sat, aloof,
apart. The lights died away and
the music began tentatively, softly,
The rustling of programs, like a
breeze, dwindled to a hush.
The curtain rose.
Lame had been bored by opera.
Tonight there seemed something in
f1nitely touching about the story of
the little dressmaker and her love.
The music tore at her heart, re-
minded her of what she had lost
Once she stole a glance
at her husband. He sat with arms
folded, his head dropping.
She looked away quickly. There
was a defenseless quality about his
pose that touched her deeply.
She forgot that the singer play
ing Mimi was sadly overweight and
no longer young, that the Rudolph
long ago had lost his claim to man
ly beauty. She forgot that the
piece was make believe. The notes
seemed to drip with honeyed sweet
ness. They were a part of the
haunting fragrance Of the gardenias
on her shoulder.
Softly she touched her eyelids
with the fragile handkerchief she
carried. The poignancy of Minis
love seemed uncomfortable.