The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-07-02
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! what TO do2 First you say yes,
then you say no. I'm bewildered."
"Oh, you'll marry within the year
and settle down to have a flock Of
babies" Blue drawled. Maybe it's
the best way. I don't know"
mo, 1 shan't! How horrid of
youl' she famed. Muriel inter-
posed, dulcet-toned: How about
me, Mr.. Blue? Would you say I
had chance?"
LIE favored her with an eye half
4 i insolent, half honestly apprais-
ing. THE chorus for you,7 he said
with GOODNESS. You've the looks,
the nerve. That is, if you can dance.
1t doesn't matter whether you sing
or not and you can speak like a
macaw for all they care"
Muriel pouted. You're very
f1attering, I must say"
We'll, you asked me"
80 1 did. Come along and have
a cocktail with me to prove you
didn't mean to hurt my feelings"
He glanced at his watch. give
o'clock. How far is it? I've got to
be back at the inn by 6. Must
have an early dinner or I'm all
wrong for the evening perform
ance."
Muriel said airly. I'll drive like
a streak. You need a pick-me-up
with that crouch of yours"
He stared at her He, the great
Blue, being checked by a fapper!
But she was so pretty, so saucy, he
decided to forgive and forget. Be
sides, q spot of something would
perk him up.
Lame watched them climb into
the speedy roadster half amused,
half envious. No wonder Muriel al
ways got her man! She certainly
went after this one calmly enough.
Lame wondered just how deep
her feeling for the impecunious
Chuck Desmond had bitten. Muriel
was frightfully susceptible. She was
the modern feminine version of the
rowing sailor. She had boy in
every port.
Even now, Lame did not like to
think about that night she had
hunted for Muriel with Van Ro-
bard. Was it true-what Elsie had
said about him and MurielS moth
er?
She shuddered away from the
thought. He seemed clean and fine
and straightforward. But then,
what did she really know about
MIN? Nothing except that he had
a few millions dollars, played polo,
and had been a soldier when she,
Laine, had been in kindergarten. He
must be IS.
That seemed terrihcally old to
Lame. And why was her mother
so bitter about him? How could
she ever have known him? Was
it some old scandal, some half for
gotten newspaper story, that her
mother remembered?
Cass really was very straight
laced, actually prin. She seemed
always to be throwing guards about
Lame, almost in the manner of the
8Os.
Mother would like the chaperon
era to return in full force" thought
the young girl shrewdly. But why,
wonder? She seems from the
little she says to have had a gay,
carefree time herself as a young
girl But then, as she always re-
minds me, she didn't grow up in
New York"
Lame went down the aisle,
through the now darkened theater.
A workman was hanmering away
at a. set and the chief electrician,
a tall, bold-looking young Dane,
stopped to stare at her.
She felt impelled to explain her
presence there. I'm looking for
my mother" she said.
His smile angered her. "Ho, the
mammals grill" he returned, silk
lily. Always so polite, so correct.
Wonder what she is really like, this
naughty one"
Z lane tossed her head and
H started to pass. In her haste
she did not notice the tangle of
wires and she stumbled and would
have fallen if the big man had not
reached out and caught her in his
arms.
Drat that man! His clothes
smelled of pipe tobacco and winter
green. Lame tried to free herself,
regain some of her lest dignity.
Before she knew actually what
was happening he had planted his
big face next hers, had kissed her
Squarely on the mouth.
She screamed. "You-you awful
creature!" She struck out at him
wildly, her small fists failing him
He was laughing, holding her tight
Oh, how she hated him! Now, she