The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1933-02-01
CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

f1blhA COulu not moe ner sur
- prise you know me?" she
asked.
The young man laughed. IN
deed l do! Don't mind if I move
over a little nearer, do you?" He
rose to his feet, crossed the patch Of
messy bank and sat down near
Sheila.
But don't understand" She
began.
How knew you? Well, for one
thing, I've seen you on the stage
every night this week. I'll be there
tonight, too-that is, if I may"
you'll have to take that up with
the man in the box Office" Sheila
observed.
He laughed easily. ooh, I'll do
that!"
How did you recognize me if
you've only seen me on the stage in
costume?"
Il happened to see you as you
were leaving the stage door last
night. AS a matter of fact, I've
waited there each evening. Just to
see you, you know. I didn't dare
hope that you'd have supper with
me or anything like that"
MOP" Her voice was cool, not
encouraging. What would be like
having supper with you, for ex-
ample?'
He smiled. Doing it again.
Would you try it-this evening?
That is" he hesitated, If you
haven't an engagement"
Usually I eat with some of the
others from the show. And we don't
spend lot of time sitting and
talking afterward. My work is
hard, you know. I need my rest"
You don't make it seem hard"
the young man said after a mo-
ment. You are like thistledown.
Youre-oh, you're wonderful But
then you know how I feel about you.
What do you think of me?"
Il think that you're wasting a
good deal of valuable time" said
Sheila slowly. But her smile beled
the words.
LIE nodded, seriously. ct know.
Il Il Time that belongs to my en-
ployer." He pointed to the red
brick buildings across the wide field.
Still, he gives us time for lunch
you know"
Some one told me those houses
there were built for the factory en-
ployeS. They are attractive, aren't
they? Do you live in one?"
Il live on the other side of town.
I haven't had this job long-al-
though it seems rather long to me.
In July it will be a year"
He paused, gazing at the palms of
his hands. Tough work, too, in hot
weather. Are you going to have
supper with me tonight?"
Sheila admitted to herself that
she liked him. He was self -confi-
dent, without being over assured.
He was attractive, too, yet appar-
entity was not aware of it.
What was he doing working in a
factory? He had the face of a we'll
bred, educated young man to whom
a white-collar job would seem bet
ter suited.
Vaguely she felt that in a job de-
handing Drawn and endurance he
was out of place.
A whistle blew and obediently the
young man arose, twisting the sack
in which he had carried his lunch
into ball and tossing it into the
brook.
He watched it bobbing along on
the surface of the water until it
finally disappeared.
I have to go now" he said. "That
leaves the brook entirely at your
disposal I wish I could talk to you
longer. It's back to the looms,
though, for me. Would you really
be willing to have supper with me
tonight? I have cheap little car,
but it can travel pretty well. Maybe
you wouldn't mind riding in it.
Will you?"
"Well-Ill see"
He paused a moment, uncertainty.
All right. I'll be there, anyhow.
Please, don't turn me down."
Sheila watched as he hurdled the
fence and disappeared across the
/ field. Yes. she liked him. She
found herself wondering what his
name might be, tried to think of one
that would suit him.
. ITO Be Continued