The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-07-06
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been. Quiet and tractable as be-
came the young companion Of an
aristrocratic old lady.
I'm going to be happy here,
Lame decided suddenly with one Of
those rare flashes Of precedence
which come occasionally to all of
us. Why she believed that she
couldn't have said. Nevertheless,
she did.
She got into her old, crisp white
linen presently. Her dark hair was
damp from the shower. 1t curled
and shaped itself delightfully."- I'M
der her skillful fingers.
poor girls are the ones who
should be born with a natural wave"
Lame reflected, thankful this was
so in her case. IT'S only the rich
ones who can afford a hairdresser
once week"
She went down into the study,
where she began her morning task
Of strengthening out the accounts,
sorting mail, Sitting the envelopes
which she knew contained bills.
Her convent training stood her in
good stead. She had been taught
to be neat, methodical, orderly. She
was clever at figures and she wrote
clear, feminine script.
Honestly, there isn't enough to
keep any one really busy" the girl
thought as her slim fingers worked
busily, surely, among the papers on
the old walnut desk.
She was puzzled at Mrs. Clees-
paugh'S desire to have her there.
Its probably more because she's
lonely than for any other reason, /"
she decided. Their afternoons were
given over mostly to driving. If
her employer was very tired, Lame
read to her in the late afternoon.
If there we're visitors Lame
poured tea. Sometimes she worked
in the rose garden, shipping leaves,
spraying the bushes with villain
GUS mixture. In the morning, too,
she was expected to replace the
blooms in the drawing room and
study with fresh ones. This was a
joy, not work, really. Yes, she was
happy here.
A ND yet there was a restlessness
"A under Lanes quiet content
ment. She had the feeling she was
waiting, watching for something to
happen.
Hello" said a quiet voice. She
looked UP. Give, the son Of the
house, dripping in his tennis flan-
nels, stepped through the French
window that opened on the terrace.
"Hot!p he said, signing and wiping
his forehead.
Isn't it?" agreed Lame. She
looked up at him smiling and think
ing she never had seen the tall. shv
young man look so well before. He
held white sweater on his arm.
His fair hair fell in a damp. curl
ing forelock over his forehead.
Heard from Elsie?" he wanted to
know.
Lame frowned. II had a, letter
let's See?-on Monday from Boston. :"
she said From mother. She said
Elsie threatened to write me soon.
They've been gone Just a week" she
reminded him.
eyes, I know" His tone. sounded
careless, but as he went on, with
smile and a nod for her, she
couldn't help wondering. How deep
had his Irritation with Elsie gone?
The actress was beautiful in lush,
ripe way. .....-.
She's the sort, Lame thought
artlessly, "that men must go simply
mad about" This particular young
man seemed so shy, so reticent, one
couldn't guess how seriously his
feelings were involved.
Hes NICE" she decided. Yes.
that was exactly the word for Give.
Not exciting probably, but good, de-
pendable. She hoped, quite grave
ly, that Elsie hadn't trif1ed with
his young affections. Elsie had
way OF DONG Such things.
Mrs. CleeSpaugh rustled in on the
stroke Of II. Her white hair was
piled high. She was majestic in
lilac-colored swiss, her lorgnette
dangling from a thin platinum
chain.
Good child, to get through all
that stack" She approved, Ticking
the pile of checks and sitting down
to sign them. II thought we'd
drive to Easthampton for luncheon.
It's sticky, isn't it? Has my son
put in an appearance yet2"
Lame told her Give had gone
up to change.
"Ah, then perhaps he'll join u.s.
said the old lady in tone of quiet
satisfaction. "By the way. my dear,
I haven't given you your salary
check yet. think it would be bet
ter, perhaps, If arranged to make
that weekly matter"
Salary" Lame Stammered. 'sBut