The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-11-10
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as one woman of the world to an
other. "Or it might be paintin's.
Mr.. Bruce said he'd stay in town
till he'd had his exhibit, and then
he was goin' back to the Rivera,
and he didn't care If he never saw
America again. He's stayin at the
Ritz" she added irrelevantly, but
with obvious relish.
Jupiter House was too country
TO suit some of its servants,
though its magnifcence made that
hosiery look pale by comparison.
Mary retreated into her own
thoughts. Irony Bruce's returning
Just at this time! She ought to
rejoice; she was free now to go or
stay. as she pleased
She did not take the quarrel be-
tween Bruce and his father Sc
riously; it would have been surpris-
ing if something of the kind had
not taken place, just at first.
On the surface, father and son
we're as unlike as it was possible for
two men of the same blood to be,
but surely the difference was more
artificial than real. When they
got little used to each other, they
would get along better.
Bruce surely would see his fathers
need of companionship. And the
old manufacturer would learn that
a man was not emasculate merely
because he was an esthete in mat
ters of dress.
She would have to take Bruce
I'D I,o1,,oofI1 him IoaY- tpOWl-
edge of his fathers ways. She
wondered if he played cribbage, or
If Mr.. Jupiter could be converted
to chemin-de-fer.
Suddenly a wave of heartsickness
swept over her that almost rocked
her as she stood. She dug the
heels of her hands into her eyes and
bit her lip. Dear Dirk Darling
Dirk! Why didn't he call up, or
come to see her? She couldn't keep
thinking of other peoples affairs
forever.
Perhaps if she called him-she
was halfway to the telephone when
it rang. Glad relief swept through |
her; her voice was almost singing |
as she answered.
"Just reporting in. HoW's every |
thing?" It was Bowen.
oh everything's fine" she lied,
finding her voice with difficulty. |
whats new?"
THE Flys skipped town. had a
bunch he might"
oh" there was utter despair |
in her wall. Then what are We to |
do?"
well, Hialeah opens next week |
I've just about got the boss talked |
into sending me down there to have
a look around. The Fly's horse was
shipped yesterday. He'll be there,
if he's alive"
MARY started to speak but he
1VA interrupted her:
Nov, listen. Here's more grief.
I don't suppose anybody on Gods
green earth will believe me, eSpe-
cially Ruyther, but didn't have a
thing to do with this-didn't know
it till the paper came out and then
it was too late. Have you seen the |
papers?"
Which papers. Dreadful suspi-
cions assailed her.
"Al of them. They have copies |
of Mrs. Jupiter's will 1t was filed |
for probate yesterday"
What about Mrs. Jupiter'S will?"
''Well, don't you know?"
mo, no-no ones told mel |
never thought to ask"
Say, you're the coolest PROPOSE
fiO4N 7 oUp1. cow TO1N't Y11OY,oxy lyo
any difference to you at all? Why. |
she left you first choice of her |
jewelS-the rest are to go to her |
sons wife if he marrieS, and to you
If he doesn't. That makes you half |
a million ahead-or whereabouts"
Mary said Wait. Let me think |
She leaned her forehead against the
cool metal of the telephones mouth |
piece. Presently, when she could
trust herself to speak, she said:
That's wonderful. But how do |
you make it half a million-even if
the money value were to be con-
sidered?"
The necklace, kid, the necklace!
Don't tell me you'd pass up a gold
mine like that if it's offered to you'll" /
There was an edge to her voice
when she answered: Il don't know
anything about this, but if it's true
1 can tell you this-I choose any,
thing else but the necklace! You
can tell your paper that"
"All right. But don't get sore at
me. tell you I've nothing to do
with it."
DO the papers say I chose the
necklaceP"
mo, they just say-well, get 'em
and read 'em yourself. They don't
say anything but what any rea-
sonable human would take for
granted"
"Oh, how dare they? Oh, wish
was sure you had nothing to do |
with it, Dirk told me-oh--" She
was crying now with helpless morti-
fication. For a minute or more the /
sound of her dry sobs echoed in
the telephone.
I'm sorry. I'd have stopped it |
If I could. But after all, people /
are bound to speculate about you
young = you're beautiful you've
got the kind of luck that every shop
girl wishes she had"
"Oh, don't say any more!"
THERE was a pause.
Il "All right, Miss Hardness"
Bowen said stiffly. Sorry I both
cred you. But at least. don't blame
me for the Fly skipping town
blame that on your high-minded
boy friend"
Dirk? Why, what"
'He must have gone around to |
Shay's with a warrant last night |
after we left. The Fly and his pals
the way, that mug with him
is his chauffeur, the one that did |
- sl..i,rs..l. e.. him .ar,n.-,r 4i,,,r.