The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-05-01
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CHAPTER THREE

and hides 70 on the porch as his aunt
meets him at the door.
NOW co ON WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER THREE
While she busted herself in the
kitchen. Tommy had a chance to
retrieve his suitcase, but he had
forgotten all about it and went up
stairs without it.
He did not go to bed at once, for
sleep was far from his eyes. The
night was pleasantly warm-or cool
just right for sitting by an open
window, as Tommy did, writing out
his loneliness to Irene.
He could see her, he said, lovely
creature with her blonde curls
spread out upon her pillow. Crying
was she crying2 He didn't want
her to suffer, but he hoped she was
as miserable as he.
Having finished the letter Tom
my sat smoking innumerable Gig
arets, his head in his hands, his
mind filled with lovely pictures Of
Irene-soft, alluring Irene.
When at last selep overpowered
him, he tossed about restlessly and
cried out from his dreams. It was
not until the wee small hours Of
the morning that his mind grew
quiet and he slept soundly.
Shortly after that, he was awak-
ened by his uncle's alarm clock In
the next room. He at once pre-
tended to be asleep again, lest his
uncle should want him to get up
and go fishing with him.
Then he remembered, with exas-
perating clearness, his suitcase on
the front porch. He slipped out
of bed, threw on a dressing gown
and crept to the door. When he
opened it, it was full in his Aunt
Emma's face.
~ DING fishing with your
VI uncle?" Mrs. Hoffman asked
Tommy
mot if can help it," he said de-
terminedly. "Just going down for
some ice water"
Tommy Wilson, you haven't
been drinking!"
"Oh, Aunt En-, does everything
always have to be according to
rule?"
ct didn't really think you had, "
his aunt answered with a touch Of
abashment. "Ill go down and fix
the ice water for you"
Tommy did not object, and she
moved on, her heavy figure in the
gray dressing gown grotesque re-
sembling a giant penguin.
When he figured she had reached
the kitchen he slipped quietly down
the stairs and out to the front
porch.
He was on his way back to the
front door, his suitcase in his hand,
when a hail from the neighboring
garden brought him to q halt.
"Hey, Tommy" a shrill voice
called. Coin on our picnic?"
Tommy did not stay to hear more.
He hurried back upstairs and showed
the suitcase under the bed. A few
minutes later his aunt called up
from the lower hall: Tommy,
Michaels here and wants to know
if you're going on the picnic?"
Tommy stuck his head out Of his
door and called back: "No, I'm not,
I'm. :"
You're going with me-" his Uncle
George put in, emerging partially
from the bathroom. Seeing you're
awake, you've got no excuse not to. -
Tommy had his choice. or thought
he had, and he certainly wasn't 60
ing on any picnic that was per-
sonally conducted by Beryl Borden.
TIN going with Uncle George, "
he shouted down to his aunt, and
slammed his door, which move pre-
vented him from hearing her ex-
clamation Of bewilderment.
TIE dressed hmriedly, thinking
L 1 he might escape both invita-
tons, but his uncle, guessing his
intention, cornered him as he was
trying to leave the house ano
dragged him into the kitchen.
His aunt fed him with specia,
care. 1.-THE poor boy looks all tagged
out" she remarked Sympathetically
to no one in particular. Wouldn't
you like some spiced pears, Tommy:
I've got a jar or two left from last
year"
Spiced pears Tommy like espe-
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