The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1932-07-06
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through to make a neat knot
Listen. Cherry" he said, ~why
don't you come along with me?"
You mean go with you to Miss
Vail's?"
"Surel Maybe Wen be through
early and we can pick up some
body at the Office for a game OF
bridge. Or, we might see late
movie"
Cherry shook her head. mo,
guess I'll stay at home"
But why don't you come? You
said you'd been in the house all
day. 1t would be good for you to get
out"
Cherry was not to be persuaded
~You GO" she said. IF Mrs. Mo-
reau's upstairs I'll go up and talk to
her. I'd like to have her see if I've
cut that dress out the way
should"
Ten minutes later Dan was gone
Cherry hesitated before she finally
took the folds of yellow cloth over
her arm and went upstairs to wrap
on the door of the Moreau's apart
ment.
Why should she feel jealous of
Brenda Vail, this woman who was
almost a stranger? What did it
matter to Cherry If Dan spent so
many evenings with Miss Vail?
They we're writing a play--lhe
play that was to make Dan known
to the world as a talented young
author.
Il should be grateful" Cherry
told herself. "She's doing what
can't for Dan-heiping him make a
name and place for himself.
ut means everything for me, too,
Money. The sort of life we've
dreamed of. Happiness! Dan could
never be happy with things as they
are now. He's too ambitious.
"Oh, I should be glad Miss Vail
came to Wellington and glad she's
staying!"
Somehow, although she told her.
self all this several times, she could
not quite believe it.
Not a single thing had happened
to plant in Cherrys mind the seed
OF jealousy and yet the restless
troublesome thing was there.
NAN did not come home early
- that evening or the next. He
told Cherry enthusiastically that at
last the play was progressing. Two
acts were almost completed.
The third, which was to be the
last act, was going to be difficult to
handle. There was so much about
the mechanics of writing for the
stage of which he was ignorant.
Brenda seemed to know, though
If the play really Clicked" the
credit would be Brendas.
She's great" he assured Cherry
with glowing eyes. Brenda knows
life. She's as different from the
sort Of people you meet around here
as day is from night"
1t was on such occasions that the
green-eyed goddess asserted itself
Cherry would remain silent to keep
the bitter thoughts from her lips
Dan did not seem to notice how
much of the time Cherry was 81
lent.
There were evenings Dan did not
spend working with Brenda. Occa-
Sionally Miss Vail had cher engage
ments. once some friends came for
her and drove her to a town fifty
miles away.
She spent two days there, return
ing to tell Dan that she had been
bored horribly. She managed, with
out saying so, to convey the impress
sion that the time had been dull
because she had missed understand
ing companionship.
There were other evenings when
Dan had assignments or was busy
at the Office. He telephoned to
Cherry on a night when he had
been working late. 1t was almost
o'clock.
Listen, honey" he said, "Maz
and I are going to stop for you in
fifteen minutes. Can you be ready:
It's grand night and we're going
to drive out to a new barbecue place
on Stewart road.
Better have a coat-it's cool cut
Yes, We'll be there in fifteen min
utes. Twenty at the latest!"
The twenty minutes were not yet
up when the roadster halted before
the apartment house. Cherry came
down the steps wearing a knitted
sweater suit.
1t was brown and pulled close
over her head was scarlet beret
She looked unusually childish, I'M
usually attractive.
Cherry called "Hello!" gayly ano
stepped into the roadster. She hao
not seen Max Pearson since the
night of their drive through the
storm.