The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1932-03-24

{ at seeing the relief which lighted
his face.
Girls are that way" she ex-
planned. They can't be happy and
not be analytical, and pretty soon
they're unhappy wondering if
things are too perfect to last.
Silly, isn't it,"
Darn silly"
Presently after the melon had
been served and the minis and
fngerbowls had come and disap-
peared, they arose and left the
place.
Larry was looking tall and hand
some. Ellen was so near to him
that the mingled sweetness of her
youth and freshness and the in
definite perfume she wore merged
delightfully."- with the sharp, spicy
smell Of the big flower at her Shout
der.
THEY were to stop at his studio
Il to see an apartment next door,
which Larry thought might do"
for them. Ellen was deliciously
thrilled at such concrete evidence
that soon they we're to be married
and have home of their own.
She wa5 thrilled at Larry's desire
for her advice. though she knew
anything he liked she, too, would
like.
The superintendent was not to
be found when they reached the
building. After a consultation they
decided to wait in the studio.
Larry drew the vivid curtains in
the cheerful, slip-covered room,
lighted candles and knelt to lay a
fire. The room so dear to Ellen,
so full of memories, was today es-
pecially dear.
In this room she had begun to
love the tall, handsome man she
was to marry; in this room she had
felt so desolate that she had lost
him.
Always before the studio had be-
longed to Larry, but today it be-
longed in part to her, too.
AS She leaned back against the
deep cushioned divan, so far back
that the tips of her shoes did not
touch the floor, and watched Larry
lay the fire, Ellen felt an almost
binding happiness.
She thought of Larry in days to
come at work in this room, of her
self, helping him. She thought of
sitting at breakfast with him dis
cussing his plans and her plans for
the day, of sharing his problems, his
thoughts, his dreams.
She knew suddenly and quite
simply that the dream she was
building would have to be built on
foundation of truth, of absolute
truth.
Why, she must tell Larry every
thing. There was nothing else to
do. There would be no doubts now,
no hesitations, no evasions.
Larry" she called. Larry"
Just a minute, darling"
A small pile of mail lay on the
long oak table by the fire. He had
paused there and was ruffling
through the envelopes.
He froWned at cheap, greasy
looking one with his name and adj
dress printed in queer, crude letters,
hesitated and then withdrew that
envelope from the others.
Ellen, looking up, surprised an
odd expression his face and was di-
verted from her own problem.
do you mind if I open this?" he
asked, still frowning family.
Certainly not"
Puzzled, a little apprehensive, she
watched as he tore oupen the en-
velope. Larry read the message,
tore the cheap printed paper once
across and glanced around for a
Wastebasket.
What is it, Larry?"
'It's nothing"
With a sudden, secondary impulse
he fitted the torn page together and
smoothed it out on the table.
We'll, darling" he said doubt
fully, hesitantly, "since you're so
soon to be a member of the family
I guess YOU might as we'll have a
look at the family skeleton"
"Skeleton?"