The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1933-10-02
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fully busy. I've a bunch OF blue
prints to check tomorrow"
please, Boil It's going to be an
awfully nice party"
"All right then. I really want
ed to"
ITS settled And will you pick
me up. Bob? I'm going to break a
date for you"
1t was hard TO refuse Barbara.
She was a nice kid and he'd rather
liked her the summer they were
on the same house party in Maine.
His father had met her, too, when
she came to New York and thought
she was AL.
WHEN Barbara had gone he
w went to his room and studied
the list Of Warrens in the telephone
directory Well, there was nothing
else to do. He would go through
the list Systematically.
Half way through, some time
later, he thought he detected an
amused note in the operators voice.
He crimsoned, but went doggedly
on. Some of the Warrens were out.
He made pencil notations of these.
May speak to Joan, please?"
About the twelfth time he asked
that a voice said pleasantly, Just
a moment"
A mans voice answered. Some
one thought he wanted to speak to
Joe" Bob's spirits slumped again.
At the end of a weary round of
phone calls, confidence was leaving
him.
Illogically, he was angry with
Barbara Courtney. If Barbara
hadn't stopped him, he would have
reached Joan before she stepped in
the elevator. If she had not stopped
him, he would be with Joan now
driving maybe, or watching pic
ture show, or perhaps they'd be in
the living room of her home with
an open fire and the lights turned
low.
His blueprints were in a case.
The small trunk filled with his
favorite books-books which had
supplied all his need for entertain
ment during six months in the
Azores-was waiting to be I'M
packed. But he began undressing.
He was tired. The night was fiat.
He would find Joan if he had to
employ every detective in Memphis
to do it..
I'm getting off my head" he
thought. I'm going to bed and
sleep off this sentimental spree"
But the romantic hangover was
just as bad.
Joan was having her blue mo-
- ments too. She was furnishing
herself with the thought that she
would never see him again.
If she had only waited a moment
longer he probably would have
joined them. But she had looked
back and girl was talking with
him. So she had rushed away with
Pat as though she wanted to get
away from him. What was the
matter with girls that they acted
like that?
I'll never see him again." she
thought. Opportunities don't keep
coming to people"
The mood persisted and Joan in
such mood was as nice to have
about as an ice pack on a cold,
damp day, according to Pat.
1t was three days later. Pat had
received a S. a month raise and
her elation was somewhat damp
ened by Joan'S lack of enthusiasm.
"Of course I'm glad, darling"
Joan said. Il think It's wonderful. 4"
"You seem thrilled all right!" re-
torted Pat. She was lying on the
davenport and reached for the
magazine she had discarded.
Anyhow" she went on, tits I'M
usual in these lines to get any kind
Of raise. Jerry said So"
"Jerry?" queried her mother.
His family own the business. He's
swell"
Don't say SWELL" reproved her
mother. ut doesn't sound nice
How long have you known the young
MANI"
"Oh, several weeks" Pat said care
lesSly.
The doorbell rang a few minutes
later and Pat flew to it. She came
back with color high in her cheeks.
Joan, lend me your rouge and
lipStick. Hurry! I can't find mine"
What are you organizing for?"
Bill, who had just entered the room,
asked.
I'm going to a fire, darling, Pat
answered impudently. Look out of
the window and you'll see the little
red wagon"
DILL went to the window and
- looked out. A long, low black
car with nickel trimmings was
drawn up at the curb, looking,
somehow, out of place on the street.
The rich have descended upon
US" Bill began.
Ollg NC dS oAlHPlS DIS YOU ike,
Bill" Pat said airly. Her eyes were
shinging. She was applying lip
stick and rouge, pinching her eye
laSheS upward to make them curl,
going through motions with which
the family was familiar.
If you're interested I'll tell you
that I'm having dinner downtown
with Jerome Forester" Pat said.
He's rich and attractive. Incl
dentally his failing is blonds-like
me. I've had lunch with him twice
and there's no reason why I can't
go to dinner with him."
We'll. you can't" Bill said.
Pat" her mother began.
Cant ~" said Pat rebelliously.
Nov. Mother, don't be 90! That
old stuff went out with hair nets"
She was off in a sudden whirl.
MY blue beret - oh, Mother,
where did Won mt ito Don't wait