The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-08-06

buy new hat and change my shirt
every day. Now you force me to
take taxis. You should have married
a millionaire or else wear Cuban
heels"
"shush. Yo'an talks biggety,
Mister Man, but you's skeered O.
me-"
They chortled foolishly. The
sleepy taxi-man thought, Another
pair of tight ones"
Honestly. Chuck" Muriel insisted
a good five minutes later, putting
her hat on straight, II don't think
Lame is happy. Do your"
He yawned. Her own fault If
she's not. I'm for the noble in
stitution of marriage"
You mean that?"
His answer was so vigorous she
had to do her lips all over again
before they reached the Fifty Club.
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
I lane was walking down Fifth
~ avenue on one of those Febru-
airy days which hold false promise
Of spring. She was feeling singu-
larly light hearted.
There were few pleasant err
rands to do. She was to order
flowers for a dinner they were CIV
ing that night in their rooms.
1t was to be farewell party for
Gives mother, who sailed on the
morrow for Naples.
She swung along enjoying the
crowds and her own sense of well
being. At the crossing where she
was held by a red light she felt
light touch on her arm. She looked
up into Van Robard's darkly smil-
ing eyes.
Lame stammered, II thought you
had gone awayw
Next week. What luck running
into you like this"
He fell into step beside her.
You're looking very it," he said.
She colored, hating herself.
Thanks. You, too"
They talked banalities. Give was
well, yes. His mother was sailing
Hadn't Van heard? Lame kept her
voice steady with an effort. Her
heart was pounding in the old. re-
membered way.
They stopped at a corner as the
east traffic flowed by. He glanced
up at the big hotel towering above
Ghem and spoke as if on an i'm
pulse.
Come in and have tea with me,
won't your"
Lame demurred. 81 have a dozen
things to do"
"Ah, you'll have time for them
later. Come"
AS one under a spell, she fol-
lowed him. She paused at the door
OF the flower shop just off the lob
by.
I'll do one of my errands here
and now" she informed him gavlv.
Yes, she would have tulips and mar
clssus and some yellow roses for her
centerpiece.
Van watched her with a little
qulrk of amusement around his Iips.
AS she finished giving the order. he
told the man to bring gardenias.
Carefully he chose three perfect.
WaXy blooms. Tin-foiled and knot
ted with olive ribbon they made a
decoration for her shoulder.
These are my favorites. How
did you know?"
Il didn't, but they suit you"
TOGETHER they went into the
a big room. almost deserted now.
A string orchestra, hidden some
where, played dance tunes. Lame
stripped off her gloves.
They tell me Gives deep in af-
fairs down at the Office of the es-
tate
She smiled, her eyes kindled. ooh,
you had heard about it? Yes, he's
being terriflcally interested in bust
ness. His mother is so pleased"
She poured his tea. Lemon? All.
he likes his plain.
The hot, sweet liquid seemed to
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giddy. This was the hour she had
dreamed Of. long ago.
A table between them, his smile.
the remembered glance. Only now
she wore narrow ring upon her
finger, ring that had not been
there before.
They fingered on. Outside the
dusk daepened in the narrow can
yon of the street. Lights sprang
on. Traffic became noisier. None
of this Lame heard.
Van talked as she never had
heard him talk before. Wittily,
amusingly, inpersonally. No hand
clasps under the folds Of the dam
ask. No dreamy glances.
Yet she felt his spell with the
old time potency. She struggled to
free herself from it as sleepers try
to free themselves from dreams.
II really must go now"
She had IN draec IN chance