The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1933-11-07
NNE morning Joan and Benny
~ finished a game Of tennis at

~ finished a game Of tennis at
Beauregard court and started home.
Lets stop for something cool to
drink" said Benny, the victor. He
was highly gratifed over the out
come of the game because Joan had
put up good fight.
She agreed, always eager to fall
in with his plans. Benny was him
self these days. If the long months
in New York had brought nothing
but pain TO Joan they had at least
brought happiness to Pat and health
TO Benny.
Waiting for their drinks to be
served, they watched automobiles
arriving and pulling away from the
curb. Joan recognized several OF
the young people.
A green roadster pulled into po-
sition and suddenly Joan found her
self staring into the eyes Of Carol
Sheridan. Carols gaze met Joan's
coldly. Then suddenly she smiled.
How are you, Joan?' she asked.
Very well, thank you"
Have you heard the news about
Barbara? Isn't it marvellous"
Joan waited. She could not have
spoken just then if her life depend
ed on it. The other girl, missing
nothing Of Joan's agitation, went On
easily.
Perhaps you didn't know, but Bob
Weston is giving a yachting party.
They're in Havana now. Barbara's
in the crowd, naturally, and she
wrote her mother that they're hav-
ing the most thrilling time! Isn't
Barbara the luckiest girl you ever
heard OFF,"
yes" said Joan slowly. "She is"
Carol turned to her companion
then. Joan drank the limeade
quickly, scarcely conscious Of what
she was doing.
SO Barbara and Bob we're cruis-
ing the West Indies! Well she had
known that before Carol told her.
Why should the news torture her
so? Why should she even be in
terested?
Lets go home" Joan said sud-
denly. Her voice sounded strained
and unnatural.
"Okay," Benny agreed cheerfully.
LIE was talking about what a
L pretty boulevard Belvedere
was and about the yellow brick
house on the hill. He would like,
he said, to live in house with
gables. They looked interesting.
Joan answered absently.
After a while Benny said, That
girl was talking about Mr.. Wes-
ton, wasn't she?"
Eyes"
Us Barbara Courtney the girl she
meant?"
yes"
81 shouldn't think he would care
anything about her"
Why, Benny! You don't even
know her!"
"Oh, I've seen her picture lots of
times"
Joan hesitated Then she asked,
why don't you think he would like
her?"
Because" answered Benny, "he
knows you"
She laughed but there were tears
in her eyes. Benny, with his absurd
loyalty! How dear and good they
were at home and how wrong it was
of her to trouble them as she had.
Even Benny was trying to bring
balm to her wounds. She should
get back to work Immediately, with
out wasting more time. Her hands
seemed strangely empty these days.
Now that Benny was we'll there
was no tempting trays to be pre-
pared, no sick bed to be sheeted
and aired, and no frail youngster to
be bundled into a big chair and
wheeled out into the sunshine.
The house was kept so immacu-
late that it required little of her
time to set it in daily order And
when she entered the kitchen her
mother rebelled.
"HET right out of this Kitchen"
" Mrs Warning would scold.
Haven't I turned the rest of the
house over to you, Joan? No, you
can't help me. There's nothing for
you to do here. Go on in the living
room and sing some OF your songs"
When joan and Benny reached
the house they found their mother
in the kitchen with the inevitable
pan of potatoes before her.
Joan" she insisted, There's
nothing for you to do here. Did
you sing that pretty song for Benny
the one that sounds like water
running over a fall?"
Mrs. Waring had never seen a
waterfall except in the movies.
Nevertheless, travel-starved and
loving beauty with all the passion
of a nature that had been denied
it, she had imagined such scenes
many times.