The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1933-09-30
CHAPTER THREE

TOAN, outside the tea room, was
- taking her excited self in hand.
Well, what was thatl She told her
self it was ridiculous to feel 70 let
down and disappointed. Had she
expected the young mana stran-
ger-to rush after herr OF course
he wouldn't.
1t was Just as she had thought.
The train episode had been a train
episode and nothing more. He had
forgotten all about her, even though
she was wearing the same costume
she had worn when he had talked
so absurdly and looked as though
he were ready to do something
dramatic like picking her up and
dashing of with her.
1t was foolish to have expected
anything else. He had wanted to
firt with her on the train and
when sh5s wouldn't flirt he had
put her out Of mind. There had
been nothing more to it than that.
For a moment she wanted to
speak to Duke Turner. He had
glanced up as she passed. II she
had, Duke probably would have
wondered who she was. And the
young man of the train would have
thought she was trying to reopen a
Irritation. She would stop thinking
about him, about those teasing
eyes.
Hello, there, Joan Waring. When
did you come homer"
It was Molly Davis speaking. She
and Joan had been good friends
the last year at Miss Barrington'S,
before Joan had got the chance to
earn her tuition by coaching and
assisting as practice teacher at Hol-
brook.
IT'S nice to see you, Molly. I
was beginning to think I didn't
know a soul in Memphis"
Towns getting grown. And full
Of strangers. Have you seer our
new skyscrapper2 The Sternes build
ing"
yes, I think It's wonderful"
"Our Office is on the top floor"
IT didn't know you were working,
Molly"
Don't tell me you hadn't heard
I'm not a spoiled darling Of rich
parents any more!" Molly said
lightly. dad lost all Of his money,
Joan, being too optimistic. But I'm
not having a half bad time. A jobs
lots Of fun"
I'm envious," Joan said. I'm
looking for work, too"
Still singing2"
Eyes"
Molly regarded her thoughtful
ly, her brows drawn together.
The Junior League is sponsoring
an entertainment tonight at one Of
the hotels. Nan Willoughby asked
to help her find another num-
Der for the program. Joan-there's
an ideal You'd be grandl Jimmy
Blake's orchestra is going to play
and there will be a few special num-
bers. 1 know you'd make about $40,
Joan, and it would be a chance to
get your voice before the Memphis
public. Would you like to do it,"
"Oh, Molly, I'd love to!"
I'll call Mamie" said Molly"
Joan thanked her warmly and
walked away, lifted out Of the sober
mood Of a few minutes before. The
chance encounter had been FORUM
ate.
At least, she would have some
thing cheering to tell them at home.
Now to rush back and press her
most becoming dress. The white
one. 1t was simple but 1t had smart
lines. She had bought it, marked
down at a sale just before Christ
mas.
DOB was at dinner in the spa
II cious main dining room of his
hotel. The orchestra was playing a
song he liked. How much do I
love YOUTH tell you no lie. How
deep Is the ocean, How high is
the sky2"
Nice tune. nice words. Made q
man feel sentimental. 1t was going
to be harder to find that girl than
he'd thought. He had searched the
streets for her, stared at every
pretty girl he met. Good lockers,
lots of them. But not one matching
Joan.
This was getting him nowhere.
And, besides. a girl hunt was not
the reason for his trip to Memphis.
He must get down to earth. start
on his real mission here. Tonight,
instead of going to that Junior
League affair with Duke, he should
be working on the details Of the
executive quarters so that he could
discuss them with the architects to-
morrow.
THE six young sub-debS In brief,
Il gold and red costumes danced
of the stage as the orchestra played
the final strains Of you Try Some
body Else"
1t had been a rather clever dance,
Bob thought. but he had had just
about enough. He had sat through
a Spanish tango. a Russian ballet
and several songs by an entertain
ing young blues singer.
Ito Be Continued)