The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-08-21
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hoppy ear an affectionate tug. "I'll
admit the rascaPs cunning" she
went on, but now that you've got
it. what do you expect to do with
it?"
That's what I haven't decided
yet. I'd love to keep him. 'but OF
course I know we can't" Again
she salvaged sleeve button from
the rapacious animal.
Well, at least we might feed
him." suggested Chris, rising. May
be the hound likes other things be-
sides buttons"
She disappeared behind the screen
at the opposite side of the room.
There was a small ice box concealed
from view there.
In moment she returned, bear
ing a saucer of milk. Chris spread
a newspaper on the floor, put down
the saucer then the dog. Immed-
lately the small red tongue began
tapping furiously.
Your pet hasn't been over-eat-
ing recently"
Why, he must have been
starved I should have thought
about giving him something to eat"
Norma said contritely.
CHRIS ignored this. She sat
" down, one foot curled comfort
ably beneath her. "Then you didn't
learn your handsome hero's name?"
she asked, returning to the earlier
subject of conversation.
He said it was Travers. Mark
Travers. Maybe that was just
stall, though, the same as saying
he'd met me at the Palais Royal.
You know" the girl admitted,
Il sort of liked him until he said
that. Oh, how I do hate pickupsl"
Norma pounded the padded arm of
the davenport with a vengeful fist.
They all do it, baby. Haven't
you lived long enough to learn that
yet?" Chris tone was caustic again.
'Travers-" She repeated the name
slowly. Maybe your boy friend is
old F. M. Travers' son. You know
the real estate magnate. Did the
lad look like millionaire'S pam
pered son?"
What should I know about mil
lionaireS sons? Don't be silly. He
was good looking and what he did
was brave, but of course III never
see him again as long as I live.
Oh-Bob proposed again tonight"
"Proposed?"
Marriage. Holy bonds. What
am going to do about it, Chris?
I've told him three times that 1
just want to go on being friends,
but it doesn't seem to make any
impression. Bob's getting-well,
different lately! I don't know what
to do"
why don't you marry him?"
Because 1 don't want to! Really,
Chris, Bob doesn't seem to be the
same boy lately. He's always get
ting sentimental and that starts
an argument. Then the first thing
you know we're fighting"
Hes in love with you, infant
He's in love with you, and Bob Far
rells a young man lots of girls
would give their eye teeth to
land"
Chris Saunders! Are you actual
ly telling me I ought to marry
Bob?"
Instantly the other girl objected.
Nothing of the sort! It'll be a far
day when your little friend, Chris,
starts telling any one how to run
their lives. I can't even chauffeur
my own.
I'm not telling you to marry
Bob. I only say Bob's a grade-A
applicant, and-well, isn't it a rot
ten sort of life to be tied to an
Office day after day? Six days a
week. Fifty weeks a year.
Marrying man like Bob Farrell
would be a lot better than that.
Sometime I think I can't stand it
another day. Sometimes"
Her words broke. There was a
pitch of hysteria in the choking
tones.
why. Chris, darling! Chris, you
mustn't talk like this!"
Norma caught the other girls
hand. You're not yourself tonight,
she went on. You're all worn out
and tired. It's because you've been
working too hard lately! You've
got to stop it, Why, honey, I can't
have you feeling like this"
II
THRIS had turned away. She
~ brushed one hand across her
eyes and it came away moist with
tears. There was no attempt now
to hide them. Chris coughed.
"Oh, Iii get over it," she said
with an attempt at carelessness.
Never mind about me-"
But do mind. A lot! After
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