The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1932-04-07

travagantly adored. At IS he had
gone through the painful and dis
illusioning business Of the divorce
courts.
He had been fiercely and angrily
wounded, both in his pride and his
love. He had for the space of six
months thought that life was fu-
tile and grievous burden. Then
abruptly, to the surprise and delight
Of his friends. he had taken a new
lease on living.
He had decided to laugh at the
sings and arrows, had shaken of
seriousness and had begun ardently
to pursue pleasure. Light amours
we're his, snatched kisses.
He had become a dancing man
after thirteen years Of sturdy and
rather monotonous domesticity. He
had come to enjoy the novel sensa-
ton Of being free.
CUSAN seemed to Waring a pretty
~ and welcome diversion. He could
not be made to understand that to
her the snatched kiss and muir
INJURED compliment in Office hours
were things to be despised.
His continued cheerful pursuit in
the face Of rebuffs never failed to
astonish her. When he should have
been hurt and angry he mer-sy
smiled.
Susan became adept in the art
Of avoiding him. When he sought
tete-a-tetes with her in her little
cubicle, she always made an excuse
to leave. And Waring continued
to smile at her-a sly, wise, rather
cynical smile which seemed to say,
All women are alike"
He thought her scruples merely
silly and childish. A kiss was
kiss, nothing more. All the sweeter
if stolen. Susan thought Irritation
on the sly both undignifled and
stupid. She said so.
Jack Waring merely laughed.
you're still in the baby stages,
sweetie. Some day you'll wake up,
and then"
eyes. And then7" Susan was
prim, but Ewes curiosity danced In
her eyes.
The man shrugged. He reached
for the slim, fingered hand
that lay on the desk before him.
Susan gasped. do stop teasing me.
You promised"
"All right. But you must come
out with me one day. How about
the races on Saturday? Driving out
with some people. Like to show
you to them, you pretty thing,
YOU"
A flag f1ared in the girls cheeks.
Dangerous talk, this, for a man to
pour into the ears of young and-20.
Susan didn't know how to answer.
1t wasn't what she had dreamed
of, love from the lips Of man jad-
ed and disillusioned, but it was
more tempting that she dared to
admit.
And what, after all, had she to do
on Saturday? Oh, she would have
a sandwich and glass of milk on the
way home. She would sway weari-
ly from a strap in the packed and
crowded street car and spend the
rest of the afternoon ironing or
darning the stockings Aunt Jessie
had saved for her.
All around her in the expectant
hustle of doWntown's half holiday
girls would be clinging to their
escorts. Girls in white, their
bathing suits bundled in brief cases.
Girls in t1oppy hats. Girls with
carmined lips going to the beaches,
the parks, the amusement places.
She, Susan Carey, would be alone.
y
CHE wondered even as she an
~ swered this man slowly and de-
liberately why she hestitated. There
was something in her blood warn
ing her against him, though her
pulses leaped to the temptation.
She was young. She was alive
and eager. 1t was little fun to
spend her free time alone as she
usually did, or worse still, listening
to Aunt Jessie's complaints.
why don't you answer me, miss?
Getting above herself, she is, since
she's got a job. Forgets that ]