The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-07-03

what they wanted IN their greedy
little jeweled hands with the nico-
ttne-stained fingers. No matter
what they desired, a star sap
phire, trip to Europe. handsome
husband, there almost always was
some adoring male to get it for
them. What did they know OF
striving, Of hearthreak? What did
they know Of saving up for win
ter coat, wearing some friends cast
of shoes?
No, they had their little ernine
wraps, their half a hundred Paris
frocks, their perfumes, their horses
and their planes. No wonder when
a fascinating man looked about for
girl to admire he chose one Of
them. They were so petted, so adj
n1ired.
They had a nimbus of glamoE
about them. The Cinderellas Of the
world hadn't chance beside such
rivals.
She put her head down to hide
the rush of tears that threatened
to come.
A shadow fell across the book in
front Of her. Don't move. Don't
say a word warned a menaeing
voice. "Slide up that window and
give me the CASH."
The startled girl looked up into
somber eyes under pulled-down
cap. Trembling she obeyed. Her
fascinated gaze watching the blue
barrel of the gun he leveled at her.
There was an electric tensity in the
little foyer.
Two other men, both armed,
stood in the doorway. "You people
give us all you've got" commanded
one. The women, whimpering, had
begun to strip themselves of their
rings. One screamed and was or
dered surnmarily by her white
faced escort to shut up.
Lame furnbled at the catch that
swung open the barred door Of the
cage. Underneath the shelf was a
short, ugly weapon to be used in
case of emergency. She thought
quickly.
Il can't bulge this" Lame said,
with chiId's querulousness
You'll have to come around"
mo funny business, now
warned the man in the cap, backing
off. AS Lame opened the door of
the coop, she brought her good
right hand down suddenly. The in
vader fell with thump.
A LII at once there was confu-
IN sion in the lobby. A woman
shrilled, "Shea got him." A gun
barked. once. There was a rush and
a scurrying. -Four men were Crap
pling with the robber, who had fired
his gun while the other made a
precipitate rush for a parked car.
A giddiness swept over Lame. She
stood staring at the slumped figure
at her feet. "Take him away, some
body" she moaned weakly. Every
thing swirled blackly around her.
She felt herself falling.
When she opened her eyes, Van
Robard was bending over her.
Good GIRL" he was saying husk-
lily. "You were the best man among
U.s."
She felt those words were her &C
colade. The girl in the black dress
was whinpering. Somebody cheered.
Well, she'd showed them, anyhow,
hadn't she? She might be a beggar
maid, but she wasn't coward.
Van was carrying her into the
little Office now. He was all solicit
tude, the blond girl forgotten. There
was terrific hubbub all about. A
woman was having Mysteries.
Men were rushing to and fro.
Under cover of the noise Van
murmured, Tried to get you to look
at me before tonight, but you were
absorbed in business"
The look Of faint reproach Lame
gave him was tinged with nockery.
"I saw you," she murmured.
Hadn't you better go back to her?"
He flushed angrily. The little
doctor busting in with his black
bag interrupted their tableau
Here, here, Mr.. Wells thinks I'd
better look you over. Any bruises?'
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