The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-12-17

thanks McKeel would give me
now.
+" Pity, though. He is young
some fool ideals, Of course-but on
the whole, intelligent. He had
known the Bronte quotation: Il
have seen the sea and York cathe-
dral-" Stop short tonight and for
get it. Well-why not? What was
the epigram? IF advice is good,
why give it away?' All, the bunk!
But-why not2@ Rot! Stop short
and forget it."
He knocked his pipe out against
tree in the parking, and stepped
forward to hail the coming street
car.
TECILY tapped on AIMS door
~ and opened it. Ann was stand
ing in front of her bureau, her fin
gers flying about through the dark
curling coils of her hair Git was a
nuisance, and heavy, and hard to
find hats for, but Phil insisted that
she should not cut it,, pulling out
the hairpins.
Ann, angel" Cecily said, din
ner was grand. Thank you a mil
lion times"
Ann did not turn. yes" she
said Il thought it seemed very
good-all but the chowder."
Everything was good" said Ce.
CITY and came in and closed the
door. She had to talk. "You liked
him, didn't you, Ann? Did the
conversation, and the evening, and
so on, seem all right to you?
Wasn't it slick that Grand and
Rosalie both went to sleep?"
AIMS fingers kept on hunting
hairpins yes, I liked him. I
thought things seemed all right.
What made him leave so early?"
"He is sort Of shy. Phils leaving
and all I'd so much rather
have him shy than-than not. You
really did like him, didn't you, Ann?
He is good-looking, don't you
think?"
"Of course" said Ann. E'You like
him a lot, don't you, Cissy?"
Cecily nodded. "Um-hum. I
seem to-"
And he likes you lot?"
"And, I don't know. I don't know
at ALL Sometimes I think he does,
and then I think he doesn't. He
was queer when we first came in
this evening-that may have been
my fault.
But later he was lovely, and just
now in the hall he held on to both
my hands and kept holding them
while he thanked me for having
him here.
Still, he didn't say word about
ever seeing me again, or telephon-
ing, or-anything."
Ann experimental with a smile
in the mirror. For that matter,
Phil didn't say anything about see
ing me again, either"
Ann" CecilyS voice was tense,
how can you bear it? The happi-
ness of the certainty, I mean. To
love Phil, as you do, and to know
positively that he loves you, and
that you'll see him tomorrow and
the next day-all that. It seems
to me just couldn't endure being
so happy"
Ann was on her way to the
clothes closet. She stopped for an
instant to rumple the shining brown
of Cecily's boyish bob, but she did
not answer her question until she
was inside the closet.
ut grows on one" she said from
there, that ability to endure hap
piness."
BECAUSE of Ermantrude's in
- Sistence that it would look
perfectly awful to get downtown
early today-of all Mary
Frances thi safternoon had con-
sented to route their daily walk
fro mthe Mckinley high school
through the business district of the
suburb and home again, to include
a long detour into Rosymeade, a
new and modestly attractive resi-
Dental district.
Before long Rosemeade's babies
would wake from their afternoon
maps, and Rosymead's tranquility
would submit to delivery trucks
rushing through their final errands
for the day ito whistling, shouting
boys thudding evening papers from
bicycles 70 porches; to home coming
automobiles, whizzing SprinklerS
and whirring lawnmowers; but as
yet the streets were still, and the
small lawns lay untroubled and
open to the sun.
Daffodils bordered neat paths;
round hyacinths, heavy with their
own fragrance, sat plump and mo-
tionless, pink and purple, in their
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