The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-05-07
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CHAPTER ETGHT

CHAPTER EIGHT.
I THINK" Mrs. Everett said to
4 Beryl in the voice Of one who
copes with a hopeless situation,
that it would be more considerate
of you to 90 to your sister and see
II there isn't something you can do
for her.
You know better than any one
else what an ordeal she has been
through and with this addition
ahead Of her tomorrow she is really
under a great strain"
All the women looked at Beryl.
For a moment defiance plainly was
expressed in the flush that spread
over her cheeks and in the pro-
nounced lift of her chin, but com
mon sense came to her rescue and
saved her from making a scene.
And some one must cook dinner,
her mother added suggestively.
Heaven knows 1 can't DO every
thing and I'm sure Mrs. Reed needs
me here Some one must make up
to her for
What's the trouble?" Charlie
Reeds voice cut in as he made his
way into the room.
1t seemed to him that they all
tried to tell him at once, but he
turned to Beryl She told him as
simply as she could what had hap
pened, neither accusing nor sparing
herself.
I'll never let him go away alone
again" Mrs. Reed sobbed, her eyes
beseechingly upon her husbands
face.
"What?" he said, surprised. Then:
II guess what that young fellow
needs is a lesson in sportsmanship.
Tt wasn't playing fair to 60 in by
himself while the others were busy, -
he added and strobe away upstairs.
Mrs. Reed gasped, and Beryl ex-
perienced blessed feeling of re-
lief. At least there was one adult
in the world who was not eager to
pillory her
I'll cook dinner" she said
pleasantly to her mother and hur-
ried away.
One among the women, realizing
that they had been outcome in gem
erosity by man, remarked vague
ly: "Beryl's a good cook, isn't she?"
Mrs. Everett sighed. when
can get her into the kitchen" she
admitted.
But today Beryls mind was not
on cooking. She saw the apples,
sliced and spiced, and guessed that
they we're intended for a pie, but
when she made the crust she forgot
the rule for mixing it and stood
rubbing the shortening and flour
to a fineness that would rob the
pie of all flakiness.
IRENE came IN while she unused
L over the pastry bowl, to get a
glass CT ice water. She studied
Beryl for a moment with sly specu-
lativeness. Then she said with a
plaintive whimper, I've got q
frightful headache"
That's too bad" Beryl said with
uncertain sympathy. She was toe
used to faxed headaches in the
family to take them seriously.
Really I have Irene went on
Il don't know what I'm going tc
do"
Take an aspirin and lie down"
Il don't mean about my head. I've
done everything for that, but I've
got to get that yellow blouse washed
and I can hardly stand on my feet.
What do you want the blouse
for?"
Didn't mother tell your
Tell me what?"
That I'm singing for RKG to-
morrow"
And you must sing in q yellow
blouse. sea yellow linen blouse
that's been waiting week for yot
to launder it"
Its the only decent one I've go
TO go with my gray suit" Irene
pouted. I'm not lazy. It's not my
fault if I can't get things done
,rommy's hardly given me a mo-
inent to myself for weeks"
She watched, but Beryl showed
no sign of feeling the blade. Irene
never could be quite sure when hel
thrusts had gone home.
II don't seem to have so mucl