The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-08-18

I'm not al all sure liked the
way he looked at you. Mrs. Clees-
paugh," Give said banteringly on
the homeward ride.
"Who2" She had forgotten all
about McDermid. She was think
ing Of other things.
Give slipped his arm under her
shoulder. Our Celtic friend. He
looked as if he'd like to eat you up"
idiot. That's your imagination. /"
Lazily Give inquired, However
did you meet him, Lame? You
never told me-"
She gave a little start. Ought
she to tell him? Ought she to go
back to that night a year ago when
a silly, pleasure-loving young girl
had paid with terror and tears for
an innocent enough adventure?
No, she decided she would not.
The old Lame Barrett of the shah
by clothes and tinorous pleasures
was gone forever. The woman in
her place was strong and loving and
wise.
Shane McDermid never would
tell He knew what an ignorant
child she had been. He had helped
her out of a bad place. She was
eternally grateful to him for it.
So she evaded her husbands
question. ooh, I just met him
around" she murmured. HE is the
cousin Of girl used to know. She
lived downstairs"
"He's a good fellow" Give said.
Like to do something for him"
80 should l." Lame agreed, with
heartfelt emphasis.
Then they both forgot Shane Nc
Dermid completely.
ON a day two years later two
~ charmingly dressed young
women came into a big room with
a polished floor. A bevy of laughing
girls stood around the tea table,
presided over by a handsome wom-
an whose once blond hair showed
streaks of gray.
please give me some tea" the
one in the blue pleaded of the wom-
an behind the big urn. Her tone
made the other look up suddenly.
"Muriel Ladd!" she began, half
laughing in her surprise.
The girl in blue began to chatter
animatedly. 81 think this is the
most marvellous idea" she cried.
"Ive been reading about it in the
papers. Mrs. Warning, one of your
trustees, is a friend of mine. She
asked me to come"
I'm so glad you did," Cass Bar
rett said warmly. She relinquished
her place to one Of the girls and
said, Let me show you some Of our
rooms. They're lovely.
I'm house mother, you know, and
maybe 1 don't love it. I think per-
haps I'm better as a house mother
than I was as an actress"
Muriel protested, but the other
woman pointed ruefully to the
streaks of gray in her hair.
II was out of the ingenue class
by miles" she said, and it's rather
nice not to hear You're not the
type from a casting office any
more.
Although" she smiled, 81 still
am an old fire horse in this at least.
1 do get excited when our girls
put on AS You Like IT. and
smell grease paint once more"
She led her guests from cubicle
to cubicle. The rooms were miracles
of neatneSs and ingenuity. There
was charm, too, in the chintz drap-
cries, the little maple beds. No
dormitory stiffness here. It was
place any girl might like to call
home.
Muriel praised everything. Then
she asked with interest. How are
the young marrieds? I've been west
with my husband. Haven't had
news of them in ages"
Cass beamed. Hadn't you heard?
They got back in April after nearly
a year abroad. Last month their
little girl was born. She's a pet.
You must go to see Lame. She's
radiant"
Muriel was all interest. "a grill
What's she called?"
"Luisa for my sister"
Muriel looked up at the bronze
plaque over the door of the main
drawing room. Its in her honor
the club was founded, isn't it?"
The plaque read, Tulsa Emer-
son House"
Cass face frightened. Its a
perfect memorial. Luisau never
be forgotten so long as there are
girls working in this big city"
There's a happy woman" Mu-
riels friend said lazily as they got
into a taxicab and whirled away.
Refreshing to find one"
IF it won't be too much for you
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