The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-11-09

I brlStllng, paced the curb 1mpatiently
as the doorman sought cab.
Mary and Bowen, waiting their
turn for a taxi, watched him in
voluntarily. He was like something
out of La Vie Parisienne"
When the cab came up, he said
loudly, Can you take me, please, to
Jupiter House, at the Point, Pleas
ant HillS?"
Mary clutched Bowen's arm. 81
knew I'd seen him somewhere! It's
Bruce Jupiter come home!" she
cried.
CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
DELLA thrust her head in the
H. door and demanded: Aren't
you ever going to get up, Miss
Mary? Think what day it is! And
/ the packing! Who's to do that, if
don't and how can do it at all if I
don't begin?"
Mary gave up trying to feign
sleep any longer, and forced herself
to face the old servants curious
eyes.
I'm not going away just yet,
Della" she told her. Don't ask me
any questions. I can't bear to talk
about it. And put those things out
Of sight, won't your"
She pointed to yesterdays pur-
chases piled about the room. Then
she turned her telltale eyes away.
AN a fine mornin', too, as any
one could wish for weddin'," she
grumbled.
"Oh, I'll be getting married one
of these days-don't look so dour,"
Mary assured her, CIV this and that
to do first, that's all. Did Mr.. Bruce
Gomez"
yes, and gone away again, al
ready" Della thumped pillows
about grumpily. II don't know
whateVer's come over the world that
nice young man like Mr.. Bruce
can't set foot in his home without
his own father layin' it on to him.
Faith, and if I was Mr.. Bruce, I'd
never come home, that I would
not!"
Della! What do you mean?"
Della set sturdy arms akimbo,
and gave forth the details with
relish.
Did they row! Faith, and We
never heard the like! Says his pa,
You're a skunk and a scalpeen,
lallygaggin' round Europe with
them low foreigners, too busy
spendin' money to come home, and
yer mother lynn dead Too busy to
send a cablegram or a wreath o.
flowers for her coffin!
How have We the face to walk in
here with the black conscience on
We, dressed like a dude and smeIlin'
Of rotten perfume?'"
nELLA paused for lack of breath.
~ Discounting the obvious Celtic
isms, Mary was still able to form a
good idea of what Mr.. Jupiter had
said and meant, in greeting his only
son.
What did Mr.. Bruce say?" she
prompted. Pumping servants was
not a thing one did every day, but
Mary excused herself on the ground
that she had to know what Bruce
was going to do, before she could
decide what to do herself.
ooh, sure, he's a bunch of eX-
cuses at his tongues tip. He'd sent
friend out to send off a cab1egram,
he said, and how was he to know it
never went?
"And it was only fortnight ago
that he got the news, indeed; he
was that high up in them Alps
mountains, paintin' pictures of CLAY
shers, and the like of that. An
when he got the message, he come
down at once, and took the first
boat.
An if his pa wants to know where
come that perfume from, the man
in the barberShop squirted it on
him by mistake, and"
Mary burst into peals of laughter.
How does he explain those
waXed mustaches?" she demanded.
Don't tell me he keeps them like
that in self-defense?"
THAT don't know" Della de-
MED, but do know I'd have got
married meself years ago if I'd have
found me as fine-lookin' a young
man as him!"
MARY had been prepared to stay
I've in her room, breakfasting
alone, so that the Jupiters, father
and son, might have the first hours
OF their reunion without the pres
ence of outsiders.
But If Mr.. Bruce had gone away
so soon, there was no reason why
she shouldn't be about her own af-
fairs. To her surprise, she saw that
it was nearly noon.
Mr.. Bruce went away. you SAW"
only into town, to look after his
trunks. He had some trouble with
the customs over something he
brought over, and he had to see a
man about it, a man that had a
friend in Washington that could
make it all right"
Something he brought over?"
Marysasked sharply. For some rea-
son the image of the beautiful siren
with the throaty voice came to mind