The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-07-01
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Oq MABEL MCELLIOTT

drive back that late. Oh, you give
me double distilled pain!"
On this hnaI note Muriel
she answered the summons with a
slammed up the receiver. In a
minute the bell shrilled again and
bored air.
What? OF course I've got day
time clothes. I stopped and took a
bag with me. Too bad you haven't
got something real to worry about.
Good-byl"
She dropped the coverlet and ran
for the bathroom where, amidst
gold-plated spigots and mammoth
bath towels monogrammed H. St.
W., she proceeded to turn on the hot
water until the mirror and window
filmed over with steam.
Muriel warbled II love you so
much, it's a wonder-you-don't
feel it" as she laid out sheer, citron-
colored undertakings and, Sitting half
bottle Of rose genranium salts into
the boiling tub.
Five minutes later she emerged
in her citron-colored shift, rosy,
stockingless. Thus casually at
tired, she sought the phone again.
This time she called a Beekman
number.
Editorial department? Mr.. Des-
mond in yet? Well, would you mind
giving me his home number? It's
personal. Yes, I know it's against
the rules" and here her voice be-
came velveet textured, ''but this Is
frightfully important.
ooh, thanks awfully. So sweet of
you" She smiled at the unseen
speaker at the other end of the wire.
NTURIEL asked the Wilbraham
1V1 operator to call Spring 0oo49
for her and got into her black and
white sports suit as she waited.
Darling" she cooed into the
mouthpiece. Don't be cross be-
cause walked you. I just wanted
to say good morning. Am lamb?
Course is. Did you mean all you
said last night? Don't forget!
Just had slight bout with
mother, who barged home about II
and tore UP the scenery when
Grimes told her I was fitting with
you. Shes purple, but she'll get
over 1t. She thought to find me
plastered all over the front pages,
and is she disappointed!
well, never mind. Yes, Thurs
day. lamb" She made sibilant
sound and hung up the receiver
with an air Of extreme reluctance.
'I love you so much,
It's wonder you don't feel i'll"
The girls voice rose to a crescen-
do now. AS she went into the break
fast room Of the st. Wilbraham the
captain, four walters and two bus
boys fell over themselves to serve
her.
The assistant manager hoped
she found her orange juice to her
liking. She radiated youthful
charm and the consciousness of her
At the garage in East Fifty-third
street two grimy young men sprang
to attention. One said, Come on
back, come on back" in a dull
monotone as Muriel capably man
euvered the roadster out.
The youth had the we'll meaning,
but mistaken impression that his aid
was needed. Another took a dirtv
rag and added a SUperfluous bit of
polish to the already cleaning
nickel work. Both were rewarded
by dazzling smiles.
Both were already little dizzy
with the mingled scents of rose
geranium, jasmine, and mimosa, the
last being the scent of Murie's face
powder. She was a walking garden
that morning.
Her slim rounded legs flexed as
she put her small shoe on the
starter, conscious of her beauty, her
skill as driver, her invincibility as
a woman.
>f1ANhS SO much, she cried,
Il skidding out OF the driveway,
narrowly missing two Italian chill
dren and a man with a hurdy-
gurdy. Her heart did not skip a
beat.
The world was hers that morning.
She sailed down Third avenue,
joined the stream of midday traffic
at greensboro bridge. This bored
her, the stopping and starting, but
she varied the monotony by giving
taxi drivers heart failure every few
seconds by attempting to pass them
on the right.
She was rewarded by curses and
screams. It all delighted Muriel.
The oily smell Of the river, the hot
sun beating down, the rank odor of