The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-11-02
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4 Mary smiled slightly and inclined
her head in perfunctory recogni-
ton of what she took to be an act
of politeness.
They passed through the room,
out another door into a black hole
Of a hallway, and entered the back
door of a drugstore opening on a
side street.
Here the officer deposited her
packages into a taxi, and helped
her in.
I'll give you that drivers name"
he said, taking out a pad and
pencil.
do. And the other mans name,
and the address Of his retaurant,"
she added. Perhaps I can take a
party there for dinner sometime
and pay him back that way"
Don't worry about Jack" the
policeman replied. HE don't want
anything you could give him-un-
less it's a bullet-proof vest"
The policeman had finished writ
ing, and tore off the sheet and
handed it to Mary without reply.
I'll have to take your name and
address as a witness" he said.
"Oh, keep me out of it," Mary
begged as she handed him her card.
"My-the man I'm going to marry
would be furiouS!" This wasn't
quite true, but it "a true enough.
The policeman did not protest when
the taxi driver drove off rapidly.
She was not much delayed, and
felt no worse for the misadventure
except a heighening Of the sense of
excitement that had been thrilling
through her veins all day.
A GLANCE at the clock on her
IA mantle showed nearly 6 o'clock,
and Dirk would come before she
could freshen up and change unless
she hurried. Fatigue vanished
magically as she dashed about.
Lured by curiosity, the numbering
Della came in to help, and to her
on surprise as much as the maids.
Mary seized her about the waist
and waltzed about the room with
her.
Della, Della. I'm going to be
married tomorrow! But you mustn't
tell a SOUL"
"Tomorra is it? Oh, Miss Mary!
And does Mr.. Jupiter know?"
"I don't know how to tell him,
Della. I promised to stay, but
oh, if Mr. Bruce would only comet"
"Ah, that young s%palpeen!"
But the packages were a more
potent attraction than the derelict
Bruce-they forgot him in the joy
of swapping string and %burrowing
into tissue paper.
One simple little dress was all she
was looking for, to wear this eve
ming, but somehow it seemed neceS-
sary to open all the boxes.
One revealed a little black dinner
dress that vas a love, all cobWebby
lace at the top with a skirt made of
stiff ruffles of net. They both
Rugged it, held it off and caressed it
with their eyes.
Mary had bought it for dining
and dancing on shipboard, but she
was tempted to wear it tonight.
After all, could any night of her
life be more important? Her last
date"
There were embroidered slippers
to match, and a white evening wrap.
Mightn't they be going out to dance
a little? Dirk hadn't said.
Della made her decision for her,
whisking away the empty box.
"You think I should, Della?"
Indeed, you should" And that
was that.
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CHE had just taken a quick
~ shower and given her hair a
stiff brushing that made her whole
body feel Singly and rested, and
slipped the black dress over newly
bought undertakings of incredible
s~oftness, when the maid came in,
quite breathless with chagrin.
ooh, Miss Hardness, I didn't hear
you come in! A Mr.. Bowen has
been calling you repeatedly. He has
some important information for you.
He gave me his number and said
he'd wait in until you called"
(TO Be Continued