The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-12-31

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No, dear. No. do wish to
But"
We're engaged" He caught hel
hand and did some crazy danes
steps and called to the trees and thl
moon, We're engaged. Well bI
married in the morning.
1T sounds like a song. 1t is {
song Let's both sing it. Well b.
married in the morning. Wen bt
married in the morning. Well bt
married in the morning. To thai
we both agree. Why don't you sing
darling?"
Il can't she said.
We'll, then, why dent you clap?'
She was glad that Barry had such
a splendid singing voice. She wa;
glad that he was so happy anc
silly, but she could not understand
why he was. Her own happines;
made her quiet and grave and al
most solemn.
81 know" he said. you think
am making a joke out of the most
stupendously serious thing in the
world. 1t isn't that, Cecily. I'm not
sure what it is.
at seems to be that I've gone
mad-drunk ?-imbecile, maybe, with
happiness. But underneath Tn
wholly and deeply serious. I love
you, darling-and J. want you to
marry me. I'll wait, if you make
me. I'll wait a week-even two"
But I don't want to wait. Do
you? No, sir, you can't. Why need
we? Come let's sit in the car.
You're tired, standing there. Now,
then. You don't want to wait a
long time to marry me, do you? Do
you? Do you?"
She settled back into the cushions
and refused with one fash to think
Of Ann and Grand and Rosalie, of
the house, and the Very Fancy Ed
ucational Fund, and said honestly,
"But, Barry, I hadn't thought of
marriage. One has to think about
it, you know. A girl does, anyway
and man should"
II have" he declared. "I'll adj
nit that my speeches this evening
have had an unfortunate extempora-
neous quality-that's your fault.
You go to my head.
1.-THE minute I met you, I was
afraid I was going to ask you to
marry me. I was afraid all that
night. The next day, when we had
luncheon together, and ever since
then, I've been afraid I'd never get
up enough courage to ask you.
So with this and that, marriage
hasn't been out Of my mind for
more than few seconds since 1
met you-and looked at you and
loved you.
"You won't think I'm critical, will
you, darling, if I say it seems sort
of queer that you hadn't given it
one thought?"
TIVE thought a lot about love-"
l. she confessed. "But I hadn't
gone further than that-not into
marriage"
"Cecily," he said, and his horror
was but family exaggerated, you
aren't the sort of girl who goes and
gets marriage all mixed up with
monograms and guest towels and
table napkins-are your"
NO." she denied. But marriage
does bring lots of other-well, prac-
teal considerations. Let's don't for
"a while. Lets just be happy, and
in love, and not go worrying about
marriage"
Practical? He nabbed it grimly
So that was the trouble? He had
forgotten to be practical. She was
like that? Well-women, all women
were, he supposed.
1T is this way, DEAR" he said.
I'm not in debt, and I have few
hundred dollars saved-Id have
had more, but for the doctors-so
on. I have a job fairly good be-
cause of its permanency.
1T doesn't pay lot, but I'm sure
we could live on it for a time out
here, with prices as they are. Other
people live on much less. Later"
Her hand, fragrantly cool, had
gone up over his lips. mo, Barry.
1t isn't that. Really it isn't"
n g
LIE had wished to continue, and
Il 4 tell her again about the book,
and how he believed in it, and Jo-
seph Ammington, the New York ed
itor and critic-who, marvelously,
also was his friend-believed in it,
and why.
He had wished to tell her about
other books, that were to follow this
one. He had wished to plan and
dream about them and about how
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