The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-06-26

| dence Of Elsies and did not see
the scarlet roadster nor hear It's
klaxon horn. The other girl caught
her arms, dragging her back.
These speedersI" Elsie famed,
seeing Lame so white and shaken.
Lame had blanched, not because
OF danger, but because she had seen
the face Of the man whizzing past
in the red car.
1t was Shane McDermid, In mutt!
Shane McDermid-the policeman
who had allowed her to escape from
that horrible scene the week before.
AS Lame had guessed, the red car
lay waiting in the Smithers' weed
grown drive. The girl ran forward.
What Is it?" she called out
What's happened? Are you look
ing for me?"
Then she noticed, subconsciously,
how big and brown he was. Not
in the least ike a policeman. IN
ded he looked like some jovial young
broker on q holiday.
Keen blue eyes under craggy
brows surveyed her. Then McDer-
mid said awkwardly, Just thought
you'd like to know that guys get
tig along o. K. Be out in a week,
the Doc says. You seemed so upset
so worried"
He houndered. "It's my day OF, .
McDermid went on. IT was ridin'
this way. anyhow
7 ZANE reached inpulsively for
l. that big hand. ooh, how kind,
how awfully kind" she breathed.
1T can never thank you"
Her gratitude had the extrava-
gance Of a young girls mobile feel
ing. She meant what she said. She
had lain awake the night before
trembling and wondering what
would happen if Bunny Werthei-
mer should die.
Her name would be blazoned in
all the papers. Cass had tried to
reassure her about the possible out
come, but Lane was not deceived.
Now Shane McDernaid continued
blusteringly, eft was notIain' at all
felt kinda responsible, on account
of Molly"
She flashed glance at him, not
consciously coquettish, but informed
with all a young girls artless desire
to please. A glance through inky
lashes.
But I'm grateful, all the same, 4"
she insisted.
The man stepped into the road
ster, shifted gears. He could see
the other woman trailing up the
road. ~Seel you in church" he
grlnned as the car moved away.
Elsie came running. who's that?"
she wanted to know.
Lame had become wiser. She
didn't prattle, little girl fashion, as
she might have q few weeks before.
a friend, with a message" she told
Elsie. Good news for me and
mother"
She smiled, stretching out her
arms to the wide world. ooh but
I'm glad>to be alive!" she cried.
Elsie surveyed her. "And I'm
hungry she said dryly. SNAP out
Of your trance, kid, and come to
lunch"
CHAPTER THREE
MURIEL LADD was the girl who
w was to share Lanes duties in
the box Office. Muriel was slender
and graceful. She had a skin like
porcelain, delicate, insolent brows
and an intirnidating drawl.
Muriel was a Willow Stream
Junior Lacquer, bored with life and
anxious to express herself" She
wore exquisite sports clothes. and
banded a gypsy scarf about her
head when she rode.
Her flngernails were as long as q
mandarin's and she used Quantities
Of exotic scent.
Lame was impressed. Beside this
other girl who was her own age she
telt s1ngularly immature. Muriel
spoke with equal carleessness of
Blarritz and Monaco, Of Milan and
Gibraltar and Burlingame and Ha-
wall and Saratoga and Havre de
Grace and Asheville.
Muriel had been everywhere
knew everybody and liked nothine
at all. She told Lame that She
could bear Dutch boats better than
English ones because the officers on
the Dutch line were "smoothies. .
Lane didn't know what she meant
and said so.
Muriel explained tolerantIy that a
smoothly was darb, a love, a cute
thing or what have you? She didn't
seem to despise Lame for her abys.
NAL ignorance. Rather she patron
lied her and tried to enlighten her
! Don't you think a girl should