The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-05-13

and all Without them Beryl was
sure she'd have to let the cat out
Of the bag at home.
On Saturday she worked late in
the store and didn't get her daily
swim until after o'clock at night.
Coming home from the beach she
got slightly chilled and began to
sneeze. She was worried about it,
but she doctored herself well and
on Sunday was as fit as usual.
On Sunday and Monday she cared
for herself as though she were al
ready prima donna and on Tues
day morning she was affected only
by suppressed excitement.
Her family were skeptical of her
claim to a headache-wihch claim
had permitted her to rest In the
seclusion Of her room and save her
voice. Even Mr.. Everett thought
at dinner on Monday that She
looked "bloomin' well for a sick
girl"
I've fever." Beryl answered
firmly.
Irene bridled. Him." she snort
ed in disguest. IF you're so sick,
its funny you wouldn't have a doc
tor. I don't believe there's any
thing the matter with you
Irene was incensed because
she'd had to wash dishes for two
days and her father had dared to
insist that she help at the store.
After an hour Of her presence
there, he had sent her home, glad
to be rid of her.
For once Beryl's mother took her
part. We'll, she must be sick when
she can't eat" she said. "Beryls
always had healthy appetite and
she's no call to reduce"
"She's stalling,' Irene sneered.
For heavens sake, stop talking
about mel" Beryl exclaimed. Irene
was hitting too near the mark for
comfort. Not that she was exactly
stalling-but she was avoiding over
eating without proper exercise.
Eyes, let's talk about something
pleasant" Irene agreed. II hear
they've had revolution in South
America"
II
a ND so it went until Beryl left
IA for New York. She told her
mother she felt better and would
run over to the store for q little
while. That was precisely what she
did, but there she told her stepfa-
ther that she was going to the city.
I'm taking a day off for some
thing important I have to do in New
York" she said, 'but please don't
say anything to mother or Irene If
you can help it."
She often lunched at the store
while it was her fathers custom to
20 home for something hot. Beryl
hoped her mother would take for
granted that she was at the store for
the day and not question Mr.. Ev-
erett about it.
From the store she walked to the
local railroad station carrying her
best pair of shoes-Which she had
hidden in the store beforehand-to
change at the station.
The station mistress was an old
friend. She would look after the
much -scuffed everyday sandals until
Beryl returned.
That solved the shoe problem, but
Beryl was forced to go to town in
her country clothes. However, she
looked attractive. She was slim and
tall-taller at any rate than Irene
and her skin looked as though she
put it on new every morning.
Her gray eyes were difficult of
description. Sometimes they were
like a sunny day at sea--a blend of
sea and sky, clear and sparkling.
Sometimes they we're smudged with
emotion-so that one couldn't say
just what shade they were.
Her hair was not in itself crown
ing glory, but it smelled family of
verbena and Beryl had a style of
dressing it that was distinctive. In
Color IL was JuSC a plain dark Drown.
Beryl was rarely ever Immaculate
IS to costume. She was too active
and self-forgetful to look for long
as though she had just stepped from
a fashion plate.
But she was fastidious about fire.
quent changes. When she left the
house in a freshly laundered gray
linen skirt, a matching gray sweater,
with dainty lingerie cuffs and color,
no one thought it an out of the
ordinary outfit for the store.
With gray stockings. q white hat
and shoes, she really was well
dressed. ....,....,.
Anyway, whether it was what
she would have selected to wear if
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