The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1932-01-05


like a playmate for few months
to fill In. Only-darling, you aren't
like that. No, you aren't like that"
No" she said, with a definite
aloofness, Il am not like that"
He was instantly penitent. II
know you aren't. l said you weren't.
But-what is it, Cecily? Do you
keep a little complex, too?"
PERHAPS. Though I think it is
only feeling-a prejudice, maybe
/ don't want to be engaged I'm
afraid of long engagements. think
they are acknowledgements.
Il want to love and be loved
freely. And then some day, when
1t is raining a little, I want to go
and be married, with none of the
zest worn of by waiting and wait
ing and planning and talking about
it.
When we are married" (she did
not notice what she had said, and
he pretended to be seriously in
volyed with traffic worries, and
stared straight in front of him) Il
want us both to be amazed that
such a preposterously splendid thing
could hay, happened to us.
i don't want us to be just snugly
satisfied because we've got what we
have been plodding toward for so
long, I'm afraid to be engaged
I've seen Ann and Phil" She
stopped, She began again. And
No. I'm tired of talking"
LIE said, THE worst of it is, I
4 i like it," and lodged a eharg-
ing taxicab.
She said, "Hm?"
For a rabid realist," he ex-
planned, ito fall in love with a
full-hedged romanticist is, / sup
pose, merely the dealing of an
ironical justice. But for the real
list 10 like it has to denote what
I've been fearing-thorough inebri-
alton
Il want to tell you about Aunt
Isabel and her cleaning woman-a
big, bouncing Negress. Aunt Isa-
bells had her for years-she comes
twice a week to clean house. A few
weeks ago she formed the habit of
going straight to the radio, as soon
as she got her wraps off, and turn
ing it on and keeping it going most
of the day.
Aunt Isabel is a grand sport, SO
she stood it for a couple of times or
more; but last week she said, 'Susy.
don't you think you could work
faster If you'd stop bothering about
the radio?'
"'Yas, ma'am,' Susy said, vas,
ma am, could work faster-but I
couldn't put near the heart into it,"
Cecily laughed, as she was sup
posed to laugh, before she said,
but I don't see the connection ex-
actly-if at all"
"Of course you don't. There isn't
any was changing the subject"
She pretended to accept it CRATE
fully. Il know a nice one, too"
she said about little boy named
James who ate all his Easter
eggs.
But, when they had stopped in
front of the building where her
Office was, and just before she got
out of the car, she asked Isis
everything all right then, Barry?"
"All right! There's an answer
classical, to that. You know it,
don't you?"
She nodded, and with no more
than a twinge of doubt she smiled
and left him.
At the door she turned, to nod
and smile again; but he had driven
along. He'd have to-he couldn't
stay there, double parked, and block
the traffic.
THE aging lady who wore the
l. black lace hat with purple
petunias beneath the brim was not
to blame. Laurence Hopes poetry
had been highly recommended to
her by stoutish person whom she
held in esteem and called "Boy-o."
She had taken the red volume
from the shelves of the public
library, had dipped into it, had de-
cided-for one reason or another
that it was not for her, had risen
hurriedly from the chair, and had
left the book lying where she had
pushed it away from her on the
table.
1t was frightful mischance, merely
that caused Mary Frances to find
the thing there. Again, for one
reason or another, but probably be-
cause it rhymed so tidily straight
through-"mine, wine, heights,
nights, desire, fire, rest, breast" like