The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1933-05-23
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What's up?" The younger sister
stared. noting Monnie's brilliant eyes,
the flush on her usually pale
cheeks.
I have decided"
Decided what? Oh. d'you mean?"
Monnie nodded. I'm going with
Miss Anstice."
MOT to think, Monnie told her
~ self, was the idea. Not even
to be still TO allow the biting,
singing memories to intrude. She
laughed she was gay, brittle. Two
WeekS-in two weeks more she and
Miss Anstice would be on their
way. 1t was not soon enough-not
nearly.
After a feverish night Monnie
had written Dan a letter-a furious
impotent letter which she had later
torn up 1t was ridiculous to be-
have in this way. What did it
matter? What did anything matter?
She told herself she had known
from the start that things would
fall out this way. She was not
surprised. Events had marched to
their inevitable climax. Sandra had
got her man-there was no other
explanation.
If she stopped long enough to
consider the situation, she was over
Whelmed with a sort Of sick despair.
She would not dwell on what might
happen if any of the family fell i'll
while she was away. Rays salary
would help to carry them along.
Bill, unusually garrulous for him,
had called her aside.
I'm glad you're going" he said.
Somebody in this family was about
due for a break. Don't worry about
money"
What about Angie?" Monnie had
to ask. Is that"
Bills face was blank. We're COM
ing right along" he told her easily.
Maybe in the spring she'll be
free"
"You-you're crazy about her,
aren't your"
Bill looked faintily embarrassed.
Sure. Angles wonderful girl"
But Monnie thought she caught,
in his eyes, almost a touch of be-
wilderment. If Bill had given his
promise to Angie, she reflected, wild
horses wouldn't drag it away again.
She thought Of the lines:
The men of my own stock,
Bitter bad thew NAV be
But at least they feel the things I
feel,
They see the things I see"
She felt a surge of pride in her
brother. Angie Gillon was a lucky
girl.
Mrs. O'Dare said one night,
'Monnie, I've a little money saved
that l want you to have. I know
Miss Anstice is going to pay you a
small salary as a companion, but
you'll need a few nice things. This
is a nest egg. You're to take it
and buy some pretty new clothes.
She put q small roll of bills into
the girls hand. Monnie, counting
them, found 500.
Is this the money Aunt Sybil
left your"
Yes. want you to have it."
Il can't. You need things more
than L do-a winter coat"
"Monnie!" There was a new note
in her mothers quiet voice. You're
to have it. Do you hear? I want
you tot"
THREE days more Then two.
Il At length the last night came.
In spite of herself, in spite of all
her frantic resolutions, the girl
found she had been waiting uncon-
sciously for some word from Dan.
Perhaps he would hear she was
going away. He might see the Bel
vedere News with the account of
her plans. Surely some one would
tell him, mention it casually in a
letter. They would say, IT see
Monica ODare is going abroad with
Miss Cory"
Dan would be affronted by the
idea. He would send her a wire.
But this was her last night. She
had not answered his letter, nor
had she heard from him.
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