The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1932-01-18
CHAPTER THIRTY-rIVE

OAA<AL 4 1--WE
n. o. CARMICHAEL, president
NJ and sole owner of the Home
Maid Bakery Products Company
(CarmichaePs Big Cream Loaf.
CarmichaePs Cookies for Riddles.
Carmichael's Cakes for Choice Oc-
casions), stood on his front porch
and frowned across his well-mown
lawn over to his bugless pink roses
and sighed worriedly.
Gray haired, healthy, clean shay
en-, excellently tailored, in appear
ance he resembled a banker-or
thought that he did.
His ambition for twenty-five
years since he bought his first small
shop and stopped doing baking for
the other fellow, had been to look
like a banker. That, then, must
have been so much to the good on
this early Monday morning.
Also, conscience clear, he had
slept well, had arisen, breakfasted
satisfactorily, kissed his wife whom
he loved devotedly, and had gone
now-as far as the porch, at least
to business that was thriving ro-
bustly at time when many bust
nesses were failing.
Neither surfaces nor depths
seemed TO provide reason for Mr..
Carmichae's depression. Peace
should have been dropping slow.
But, had someone come inquiring
as to the absence of the nine bean
rows and the hive for the honeybee,
he would have been told that Mr..
Carmichael had disagreeable duty
to perform. Duties were Mr.. Car
n1ichaeIs fetishes. Kindly, well
meaning, earnestly mistaken about
many things, Mr.. Carmichael did
got need to see his duty to do it.
He scented duties from afar and
4ade them his own with a Whit or
Bgo; he heard them whispering in
the wind and caught them on the
wing. No duty, no matter to whom
it belonged, was safe anywhere near
Mr.. Carmichael.
Mary Frances Fenwick was COM
ing down the walk on her way to
school. Mr.. Carmichael, affecting
a strolling gait, met her by the pink
roses in his parking.
Good morning, my DEAR" he
said.
Good morning, Mr.. Carmichael
Mice morning, isn't it? On your
way to school, Suppose?"
eyes, Mr.. Carmichael
School soon out now, isn't it?"
''Yes, sir. We're having our finals
this week. 1t is algebra today. I
am dreadfully worried about it.
It's so hard
"CPEAKING of Worries" said Mr..
- Carmichael, 1--WE been quite
a bit worried myself, here of late.
Very queer thing. For some time
now I've noticed a young couple
over in your yard-right near the
corner.
"They meet there frequently. I
wonder If your grandfather would
like to have that sort of thing 60
ing on in his yard?"
What sort of thing?" said Mary
Frances.
'Love making, I have no doubt.
Innocent love making" modestly
insisted Mr.. Carmichael, but
night after night. No. 1 am cer-
tain that your grandfather would
not like it,"
II don't much think he'd care"
Mary-FranceS comforted.
I'm not so sure of that, young
lady. I'm not so sure of that. Here
is a peculiar thing. The girl is
your size and build.
I'm fact, if I didn't know what
a sensible little lady you we're, I'd
be positive that she was you. But
I know you too we'll to think that
you'd be sparkling out in the yard,
night after night, when you should
be in the house studying your al
zebra.
That's the way 1 know this girl
ISN'T you. You understand, I'm
sure she isn't. In fact, I'm
so sure of it that, unless I see the
couple there again, I've decided not