The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-08-27

That's exactly what / do mean"
But, Bob Where are you 60
ing2 What's happened?"
'Nothing's happened. I'm going
away, that's all"
She did not know wllaS to say.
After a few moments she said, "You
haven't told me where you're going
yet"
mo"
Bob Farrell, what in the worlds
the matter with you tonight? First,
you act like a crazy man. Then
you say you're going away and get
mysterious about it.
Why don't you tell me where
you're going and for how long?"
"I'll tell you," Bob promised.
They had been driving along a
sequestered road, Shot-cut back
toward highway leading into the
center Of the city.
I'll tell you before I leave" he
repeated. but it's giong to be for
quite a while. You see, I'm not
coming back"
do you mean you're giving up
your job? Oh, Bob, you're not
you're not leaving because"
well, no. I'm not fired, if that's
what you mean" he interrupted,
correctly interpreting the girls
thought.
cit isn't anything like that.
just think it will be a good thing
to get out of Marlboro, that's all.
Tired of the placer
|. "But you've been doing so well,
Bob!"
Cant see it that way"
THERE was little more CONVERSE
Il ton between them until they
halted before the red brick apart
ment. AS Farrell brought the coupe
to stop, the girl sought his eyes.
"Bob," she said quietly, "do you
really mean that you're-going
away?"
Solemnly he nodded.
I'm sorry, Bob"
"You mean you don't want me to
leave?"
"Of course I don't. We've been
such good friends. I'll miss you
dreadfully."
The young man darted a swift
appraising glance at her. Whatever
he may have had in mind to say
was checked. There was a pause.
Then he answered carefully
"Well, the deal isn't quite worked
out yet. I'll give you a ring one of
these days before I clear out. Well
we'll sort of celebrate the occa-
sion."
Norma felt that he was keeping
something from her She was dis
satisfied with the way the evening
had turned out and very soon told
him good night.
Maybe he isn't going away at
ALL" she said to herself little later
after she had turned the lock for
the night, undressed and stood be-
fore the mirror brushing out her
hair-the nightly fifty strokes on
either side. Maybe he's just trying
to get me to beg him to stay!"
When she let herself out of the
apartment next morning, there was
nothing whatever to indicate that
the hours before her were to con-
Stitute a red-letter day.
The street car which transport
ed her to Broad and Hanover
streets was as crowded as usual.
The hours of dictation and tran
Scribing Mr.. Cunninghams letters
were exactly as tedious. Even the
Interruptions were customary rou-
tine.
And then at 11:45, her usual
lunch hour, Norma Kent put on
her little black hat at the becom-
ing, tilted angle, busted her nose
and chin with a small powder puff
and rode down to the first floor in
the elevator.
She went out on the street,
turned the corner at the right on
her way to the sandwich counter
where almost daily she lunched.
With faint annoyance she be-
came aware that a figure was keep
ing step beside her. Norma walked
more rapidly. The figure quickened
to the same degree.
Suddenly the girl stopped and
looked up. She opened her mouth
but the words did not come. Flam-
ing red circles appeared in each of
Norma'S cheeks.
60 it was Mark Travers who
- spoke first. He touched his hat.
''How do you do, Miss Kent" he
said. Beautiful day, isn't it? I