The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1933-11-06
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When will you be bringing that
other girl on the 'windward' for
a honeymoon trip?'
What other grip Bob asked.
The one who put the trouble in
your eyes, son." said the Older man
quietly.
Captain Eric, you're a darned
good seaman but you have too much
imagination" Bob told him. That's
my girl downstairs-the pretty red
head"
The captain shook his head as
though in disbelief You can trust
an old sailor to read signs" he said.
There's no other girl for me-"
Bob assured him.
Barbara at the moment was dane.
ing with Dan Maxwell and finding
balm for her wounded vanity in
this new conquest. Her eyes held a
dangerous brightness. Her soft scar
let lips we're lifted temptingly. Dan
held her close and said softly, "Sit
out the rest of this dance with me,
won't you?"
Barbara shook her head. Dan
bent nearer and laid his lips against
her hair.
Are you crazy?" she gasped,
drawing away.
IF you don't want to be kissed
here, then come outside in the
moonlight, he whispered
"All right" she said in breath
11cn .ran TYrr To-
to get a glimpse of the moonlight"
They went out on the deck which
appeared to be deserted. Barbara
gave hasty look up and down. One
could not be too careful when play
ing for big stakes Dan drew her
into the shadows, into his arms.
After a moment she released her
self Now will you be good?" she
asked in a low, laughing voice.
NTHEN they had gone, man
w arose stif1y from steamer
chair in the shadows. Mr.. Weston
went to his cabin and prepared for
bed.
Over and over he told himself
that he was an old fool. There were
no shy, sweet, old-faShioned girls
any more. They we're all bold little
f1irts out for a good time, taking
pleasure where they found it and
accepting and giving kisses as care
lessly as a Good morning" or
Good evening" He told himself it
was absurd for him to feel that
Barbara had betrayed a trust.
Bob knocked on the door and
then put his head in the room
"Youw're not sick, Dad?" he asked.
Feeling fine" came the gruf
answer.
I've been talking to Captain Eric
Nobody seemed to know where you
were when came down. Sure
you're all right?"
Sure" Then, "Oh, Bob"
yes sir"
You haven't spoken to Barbara,
have you? I mean-you haven't
asked her?"
There was a pause. Not yet"
Dad. Give me little time"
Take all the time you want. I
think it's an excellent idea. I'm
a muddling old man, Bob"
What in the world are you
talking about?"
Are you sure that the other
girl"
I'D rather not talk about it, if
you don't mind
We'll, all right. Good night, Bob"
Good night"
When the young man had dis
appeared Mr.. Weston put out the
light and sank into bed. Perhaps
matters were not so bad as he
had thought. After a while he fell
into a troubled sleep
IRON the moment the Wind
Il ward" had elbowed for a place
in picturesque Havana harbor and
found it. every minute had been
crowded with gayety
Sightseeing and dancing and
dining. There was Moro Castle first.
Then drive along the famous
Malecon and the laurel-shaded
Prado, trip through old Havana,
lying against the harbor with its
narrow streets and fiat-topped
houses.
The girls in the party exclaimed
about everything. Each new sight
brought forth more extravagant
adjectives. Bob smiled, wondering
how often he would hear the same
words before the tour ended.
The big green car, driven by a
Spanish chauffeur, whirled along
the narrow streets, seeming to miss
pedestrians only by inches and
closely skirting the vegetable and
fruit carts on either side.
They bought dozens of roses and
tossed coins prodigally to ragged lit
tie beggars. Bob handed bill to
an old woman. She lifted a face,
Drowned by many suns, to shower
blessings on him in voluble Spanish.