The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1932-08-15

sober The main thing is you're
going to marry Barry"
She surveyed Mona approvingly,
then dropped to her knees and bus
led herself with the hem Of the
skirt.
You say they're opening accounts
for you she went on. rising and
scowling at the refractory hem.
And you're not even going to live
at Twilands. Wonder why?"
I'm to spend the year-or most
Of it except the hot months-at the
town house." Mona repeated patti
emily.
Learning to be lady I suppose
Using the right fork Which sauce
to order with the fish. Learning to
be a credit to the Townsend fam
lily"
We'll. I've a lot. to learn" OBJ
served Mona. And I do want to be
a credit to them"
What I mean is this" the other
girl interrupted. when you get
back right after the ceremony
you're going to find time heavy on
your hands. No job, no house work
Just time to kill.
Well. suppose we step out and buv
your clothes together Maybe I dress
like a vamp myself, but I know
what the we'll <ressed young Sixty
third street wife should wear. That
Will take up part Of your time.
OF course I'll be as busy as a bee
myself, but can get off now and
then"
Busy as which bee?" asked Mona
wrinkling her nose, her disturbing
thought for a moment forgotten.
I OTTIE was wriggling into the
~ sleeves Of her coat. "The one
that hangs around the hive and
doesn't work, maybe" she answered
Still, that's not fair, Min. 1 did
work every day this week"
And earned twice what they paid
you" Mona said promptly.
DO you have everything?" Lottie
paused at the door to ask. Take a
last look at this place, Miss Moran.
Maybe Mrs. Townsend won't be able
to get here often"
Don't be like that" Monas voice
was distressed. You know I'll al
ways keep all my old friends"
Lottie slammed the door shut.
tried to make sure of the lock, and
tossed the key into her purse.
1t was a trim little bride whom
Jackson, the chauffeur, saluted be-
fore he opened the door of the car
with a low bow
Privately Jackson decided that
the other young lady was decidedly
attractive, too. The chauffeur
thinking of his own happy. but
frowsy little wife back in the coun-
try, sighed.
The car glided up Seventh avenue
to the park. I've got an idea p
Lottie announced suddenly. Staying
protests with a smoothly gloved
hand she leaned forward.
jackson" she called through the
window which she had opened.
ignoring the speaking tube. Has
Mr.. Saccarelli's yellow roadster been
at Twilands lately? He's a friend Of
mine. l thought maybe I'd seen him
today"
The yellow roadster?" Jackson
thought moment. Yes, miss. The
yellow roadster was there yesterday.
Not at the garage, because Mr.. Steve
never bothers to drive to the ga
rage. I saw the roadster last night
parked by the hedge.
Lottie surveyed Mona triumph
antly.
Was it there this morning, Jack
son? Is Mr.. Steve staying over for
the wedding? You've heard about
the wedding. l SUPPOSED"
Who indeed in the Townsend en-
ploy had not heard about the we'd
ding? But Jackson's reply was cir
cumspect.
Begging your pardon, Miss, about
the roadster 1 could not say I left
early to do some errands for Mr..
Townsend
you didn't see it, then, beside
the hedge this morning."
Jackson smiled. Mr.. Steve used
it last night. That's all 1 know. I
saw him get into it when I drove
the doctor to the station. That's
the only time I saw it.
of course" alphabetically, mfr.
Steve never parks it twice in the
same place"
And Twilsnds is full OF parking
places, isn't it?" offered Lottie. She
was jubilant. This meant, of course,
that Steve would be there.
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