The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1932-01-19
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did you give him the letter."
Yes. That's what I did when 1
said. Here"
"What'd he say then?"
Nothing. He just looked funny
and put it in his pocket"
Did you tell him that you
brought it cause there wasn't time
to mail it?"
mo, I forgot. He'll know, any,
way, won't he, when he reads the
letter."
"What'd you say he said after
you said. 'Here'?"
Nothing. He just looked funny
and put it in his pocket"
Which pocket, Ermintrude?"
His outside coat pocket"
did he start, or pale, or tremble,
or anything?"
mo. He just looked funny"
Conceded, then, that he looked
funny. Perhaps he felt funny, for
his reply to Mary-Frances' letter
was an amusing, almost humorous
affair:
Dear Sweetie-Y'rs rieceved. So
how about tomorrow Tues. after
noon at at the chop suey joint up
stares over Palmer's and Co. will
be waiting there for my sweeties.
Yrs, E. P. S. If you can not make
it give me buzz or drop me a line
by male saying when and where date
would be convenient. xxx"
The crosses, as any one knows,
stood for kisses pledged. Bunt Hung
Chin Sees Chop Suey Parlor (Chi-
nese and American Cooking. 35c
Merchants Lunch. Dinner Soc, at
o'clock on Tuesday afternoon, was
no place for candid, straightforward
things like kisses.
1t was, rather, place for wit and
fancy, flnesse and artifice and in
trigue. Great colorful fly-specked
lanterns we're hooked up on the
ceiling. and wind bells, though bro
ken, would have tinkled had there
been a stirring Of air in the deep
stiffness of the dim soiled room that
smelled of old, old chop sueys and
dear dead chow mems, with such
such sauce, too.
The tablecloths were spotted, and
the dishes were Clipped, and all the
glorious Orient would have glowed,
more than likely, if the lights had
been turned on; and sloe-eyed boy
in coat and apron, which had once
been white, stole around through all
this glamorouS glamor and stopped
tea and scantily fulfilled their
meager wants.
EARL would have only green tea,
H. and that not strong. Earl was
off his feed; stumeek trouble, he
said, which got worse on him If he
didn't watch it. Which, anyway,
was almost sure to get worse on
him until he could get to Mendel
Springs and stay overnight, at least.
and drink of its mineral waters.
So Mary Frances, who did not
care for tea, ordered nothing but a
glass of milk and slice of custard
pie, and she finished them up quick
ly, and after that she ate nothing
except small soup crackers from the
Smudged bowl on the table.
But these she ate with such an
air, picking each one daintily from
the dish and posing it near her
lips for a moment or two before she
popped it in, that it seemed almost
as if she we're smoking cigaretS and
not eating anything at all.
Conversation had lapsed. Earl
reopened it. Excuse me, frankie
he said, "but you got kind of
mustache of milk on your mouth"
Mary Frances blushed and ap-
piled a paper napkin.
you're pretty" he said. "Cripes!
You're awful pretty. But aren't you
afraid of getting fat, drinking milk
and eating such heavy food between
meals?"
"Fat" protested Mary Frances.
He qualified, We'll, plump-any-
ways"
Il certainly am not. I'm away
under weight, and my sister Ann
and everybody worries about my be-
ing so-well, slender. My constant
fight-just fight, fight all the time
to keep from being right down
skinny"
Sure, 1 know. Just the same,
you can't always tell. You got a
swell little shape, and if I was you
1 wouldn't take chances with it."
Mary-Frances swallowed a crack
er and pouted, I'D look lot bet
ter if weighed five or ten pounds
more. Everybody says So"
n
VOU look good enough for me
Il right now" Earl redeemed
himself. There amt a girl or big
time today as good-looking as you
are-and that's saying mouthful