The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1933-06-09

She doesn't want to-" Kay told
her older sister. She loves doing
the things she does"
L guess you're right. But I want
her life to be easier, just the same, :"
Monnie persisted.
Kay sprang to attention at the
sound of the bell. Guess that's
your man"
Don't run away, pleased" Monnie
besought. I'll feel such fool. An
swer the door like a good girl"
Kay complied, looking, in her blue
frock, like a modern angel with a
halo Of fair curls Kay had charm
ing manners, Monnie reflected, lis
tening TO her sisters fluty voice in
greeting Yes, Kay had great
deal of promise.
Unless Monnie did something
about it, though, her sister would be
buried forever in this small place.
There were all sorts OF reasons for
Monnie to accept Arthur Mackenzie
And no obstacles.
In an instant he was before her,
dominating the small room, bigger
than she remembered him, impress
sive in his big coat with the scent
of damp tweed and good Russian
leather clinging to him.
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NTONNIE was laughing, finding
WI she had nothing to say, trifle
shy with the great man. Was it
possible she had been so casual with
him in London? All that seemed
ages ago, and she herself at that
time another girl.
But you look splendid"
Thank YOU He made her feel
small and childish.
He would not let Kay take his
nonsense. 1t could go right
there on the hall tree 1t was
wretched night He had a car wait
ing. He was driving on to Cincin-
natl He would take a plane the
day following on his way west.
Monnie said shyly that she was
sorry she couldn't invite him to stop
with them. Without seeming to, his
shreWd glance took in the little house.
That was kind, he said, but he'd
planned to go on. This must be the
western hospitality he'd heard SO
much about
Kay drifted away with a MUIR
INJURED excuse after moment or
two, and Monnie heard the click of
her mothers key in the lock.
Mrs O'Dare would slip upstairs to
freshen her costume and brush her
soft grazing hair before presenting
herself to the visitor.
They made small talk. Mackenzie
seemed interested in everything.
What was Monnie doing? All, that
sounded good Did she like her new
work? And her brother-the older
one? What about him? This little
sister was a beauty, wasn't she?
Every one thought so, Monnie
agreed, kindling at his praise. Kay
had thought Of going on the stage,
she added. but just now she seemed
perfectly happy, working on the
local newspaper. Insisted on con-
tributing her share to the family
income, too.
Shed make a sensation in New
York" Mackenzie said enthusiastic
cally. With the right gowns. And
she should have her hair done by
Antoine. She has rare quality"
Monnie turned at the faint rustic
in the doorway. My mother" she
introduced proudly. Mackenzie,
springing to his feet, bowed low.
One might, thought Monnie, her
heart swelling, be ashamed of the
scuffed chairs and threadbare car
pet, but any one in the world would
be proud of a mother like that.
Character was nodded on the ver''
bones of the fine face. The eyes
were beautiful, although they had
lost the sparkle Of youth.
Mother wouldn't be one bit diff
ferent, in satins," the girl reflected
loyalty, listening to the pleasant
voice. But I want her to have
them just the same"
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