The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1933-04-20
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CHAPTER ONE

0IlEAI LIN YIN II
THE lilacs were budding as
Monnie walked down High
street, letting the May breeze
ruffle the little bronze curls
around her forehead. Spring
again. 1t was glorious after
the long winter.
Spring-Dan Cardigan's IL
regular, tormenting wooing
would begin once more. Mon
MES hayward heart thumped
uncomfortably. Dan had been
in Cleveland all winter. Now
he would be back-was in
fact, on his way at the mo-
ment.
Monnie tried not to dance
at the thought. Dan with his
handsome, sullen face, those
long-lashed blue eyes whose
glance had the power to make
her smile or weep, would be
staring down at her in a few
hours.
"WHERE you goin', Miss
O'Dare?" The hooking
voice Of Laura Grayling chal-
lenged her. Laura was so,
prim, an acid spinster. Mon
ME flushed. She felt that Miss
Laura could see straight
through her, knew all her
thoughts. She said demurely,
Gust hurrying home to sup
per. Lovely evening, isn't it,"
81 thought said Miss Laura,
that you must be goin' to fire.
You nearly knocked me down"
I'm so sorry" murmred Mon
ME. II was thinking of some
thing else, I guess"
She hurried along her cheeks like
peonies.
Two more blocks-then home.
She hoped Mons headache would
be better And that Kay would be
in better temper. And that Mark
would have passed his exams. And
that Bill would be home.
Poor Bill He worked so hard.
He was two years older than Mon
ME, who was 90 He had gone to
work at Is, when Mr.. O'Dare died,
very suddenly, in the night. Bill had
wanted to go to college. He hao
been eagerly ambitious, but his am
billions had carried him only as far
as the big new garage at Broad
street and Vine, the one with the
little brick house and the flaring red
pumps.
DILL was an expert mechanic"
- now and proud of it. He at
tended the ailments of sick cars as
a good physician does his patients.
He had developed into a silent,
rather brusque young man with a
perpetual black rim under his
fingernails.
Only Monnie and her mother Sus-
pected what went on under that fair
thatch Belvedere like so many
small towns all over these United
States, had its fair share of snob-
berry
Bill belonged to no particular
group. He could not go with" the
crowd on the hill-the Waynes and
the MiliSons and the Blagdens-
because he worked in a garage.
Hank Wayne and Lucy Millison,
and Ernest and John Blagden went
away to college, as Gid most of the
other young people from the Hill.
When they came home from school
at Christmas time, or during the
summer holidays, they had a series
of parties which were duly recorded
in the Belvedere Argus.
Miss Anstice Cory, who had been
society editor of the Argus for
twenty years, delighted in their do
ings Monnie always read about
the parties. The young people who
lived on the Hill seemed to ner
golden group, enviable beyond belief.
MARK ODARE, who was Is and
Ava in his freshman year at high
school, was little too young to feel
the pinch of poverty as the others
did. 1t was Kay, Is. golden-haired.
a Junior in the tall stone high
school. who minded most of all. Kay
hated being left out of things
hated living on the wrong side of
town in the shabby little Shingled
cottage which had been the only
thing left to the ODares when
darling pap had gone
Monica ODare sighed. The day
had been warm and business in Mr..
Vernon's drug store, where she
worked. had been unusually brisk.
She was tired. She did hope things
would be smooth at home. She
wanted to look fresh and unworried
the first time Dan saw her after an
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