The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-06-30
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'CllJ4y asleep plddlkS<B6 III LIE L1Lokl
Of country stiffness.
Tell me-" she whispered softly,
impelled by who knows what inner
urgency, "how did you know my
name that night at the theater in
town-the first time 1 saw your"
She felt she had to know. After
all she might never see him again.
Sweet child" His voice ca
ressed her and she thrilled to the
timber Of 1t. Sweet curious one, .
went on that deep, strangely persua-
sive voice. II wondered how long
it would be before you would ask
that"
Now, you're laughing at mel"
pouted Lane.
CHE felt strong arm go around
- her suddenly. Lame put UP her
two slim brown young hands to
ward him of.
He let her go as suddenly as he
had touched her, but not before her
fingers had felt the strong heart of
him beating under that rough tweed
coat.
Don't be afraid" he said softly.
You're such an infant" She could
not see his face now, only the glinn-
mer Of those humorous deep-set
eyes.
Il knew your name because I had
asked Mrs. Cleespaugh the day be-
fore as we drove past you on the
street. You were coming out of
the theater with another girl. You
stopped to pet a dog"
There's no mystery about It,
then" Lame drawled suddenly feel
ing rather foolish.
None at all. Mrs. CIeespaugh's
sort of cousin of mine. She was
telling me about this theater ven
ture and I was driving her down to
see Vernon. That's all. I thought
now, : won't tell you what thought
when 7 saw YOU
Lame felt a little pulse throbbing
and ponding in her throat.
DO tell me" she pleaded. ct
can't sleep tonight until 1 know.
She turned her face to him in
the darkness, like a flower all fra
GRANGE and delight. The man stared
back at her a full moment before
he replied. When he spoke his voice
was roughened with feeling.
II thought" he began haltingly,
that you we're the rarest thing I
had seen in many a moon. I
thought you looked like something
infinitely desirable, indefinitely to
be loved. I thought all sorts of
strange, old-fashioned, knightly
thoughts. Like wanting to own a
glove you had worn or a rose you
had thrown away.
Il thought-but why go on? The
night wanes and an anxious parent
waits you above"
Those are the loveliest words
any one has ever said to me-" said
Lame. Forgotten now was her
promise. There was strange sweet
magic in this mans voice, in his
touch, in the way he looked at her.
Some alchemy she did not under
stand worked in her brain.
GO now" the man said, almost
And bless you"
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LIE ran down the steps. Lame
L L heard the sound of his motor
car purring outside the gate be-
fore she could bring herself to
creep upstairs. A white figure stood
at the door Of Elsie's room.
Ssh! murmured Elsie. you're
in luck because I did a little plain
and fancy lying for you. Said Mu-
riel had headache and you'd had
to take her home and would stay
the night with her. Cass went to
bed and to sleep instanter. Lucky
for YOU"
Thanks lott Lame whispered.
"I'll tell you all about it tomor-
row. What shall do? I hate 60
ing in now and waking her up"
Bunk on the couch in my room,"
Elsie suggested Hospitality. "Then
you can give me the low-down now
before we go to sleep"
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