The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1933-04-29
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CHAPTER EIGHT Continued

eign 10 her quiet nature, she now
regarded the Cardigans. Wasn't
Monnie. who was lovely and gra-
cious enough to catch the attention
Of a prince, quite good enough for
young Dan Cardigan?
Mrs. O'Dare had lived in Belve-
dere all her life She knew, with
bitterness and a ! title sardonic
amusement, the rigid rules that
govern small-town society.
She knew Monnie didn't belong, y
now that she worked in Mr.. YER
mons drug store. The Cardigans
would look higher that the little
cottage on Denny street when they
put the accolade Of their approval
on bride for Dan.
Just asking me to drive out with
him tonight for a picnic supper,
Monnie returned in an Indifferent
tone. Il told him I was busy"
NTONNIE, forgot to tell you, "
1YI her mother cried with ANNA
ton. Mr. Eustace stopped in this
morning to ask if you and Kay
would have dinner with him to-
morrow night He included me, too,
but 1 told him I'd rather not come
You young people can have better
time by yourselves. He said he was
asking some others. don't know
who"
THAT was foolish of you. He
asked you because he wanted you, "
Monnie told her
Somehow, this message took the
sting out Of Dams left-handed invi-
tation. Charles Eustace, who was
cultivated and rich and handsome,
didn't mind letting the whole world
know he was friendly with the
O'Dares, even if they were poor and
lived in a shabby little house on
the wrong side of town.
Hes nice" Mrs ODare said.
"Kay will be wild with JOY when 1
tell her. Poor child, she hasn't had
much fun lately And I keep worry
ing lest she get so bored with dull
ness that she'll join that wild crowd
in town.
Mrs. Merriam was telling me
they had to give the Young Peoples
Society down at the Fourth street
church a good talking to- Some of
the boys brought liquor to the last
meeting. The janitor found the bot
ties next morning when he was
sweeping up"
Imagine not being able to be
sue of those infants at a church
meeting" cried Monnie, struck
But Kay didn't go last time She
said she was tired of all that crowd
They were too slow"
That" continued Mrs. ODare,
was the night she spent with
Clarissa Briggs. Her father and
mother went to High Springs. Re
member?"
Monnie was putting on her hat
before the mirror, only half at
tending to the conversation. But at
Clarissas name something flashed
in her brain A scrap of gossip
which had drifted to her ears in the
store. Two old women, their heads
together, muttering.
that 'Rissy Briggs She's a
trial to her parents and no two ways
about it, Gallivantin' around with
travehn men down at the hotel"
She allowed nothing of the sudden
CONSERVATION she felt to show in
her face. Those terrible old Tables
talked about everybody anyhow! 1t
didn't mean thing, the fact that
that they goSsiped about Clarissa
who was roly-poly and red-haired
and had cuddy, kisssble face.
Only, Monnie did wish she knew
more about Kay's activities outside
the home. Kay was mysterious
about her affairs, sullen when ques-
toned. 1t was impossible for Mon
ME, working as she did during the
day, tired at night, to keep track of
her.
Let me alone, won't you?" Kay
would say, rather sullenly, when
questioned. You never want me
to have any fun. Might as we'll be
buried alive"
Monnie kissed her mother and
hurried out. She looked fresh and
charming in her thin yellow frock
with the brown straw hat. No one
would have guessed that she car
ried with her a burden of worry
too great for her 20 years.
Il wish she cried TO herself pas
sionately, hurrying down Denny
street, i wish father were here
She wasn't old enough or wise
enough to settle all these problems.
Bill, who might have helped was
immersed in his own affairs. That.
too, Monnie had to keep from her
mothers ears. Bill, %, the head of
the family really. was in love with
a married woman whose husband
was about to get a divorce.
Resolutely, she put this thought
from her.
TT was later the same day that
J. Sandra ran in to see her. San
ORA, very crisp and fresh and fra
grant in embroidered batiste of
sheerest white, with an ingenue hat
trimmed with field flowers.
Monnie was hot and tired-it was
at o'clock-her frock which had
seemed so cool and immaculate a
few hours earlier was now wilted.
Sandra's tone was light and con-
fidential. Demanding a huge jar of
the special bath salts Mr.. Vernon
always ordered for her, she leaned
over the counter, whispering MY
dear, I've such heaps to tell you'll"
Monnie pushed back the damp
brown ringlets clustering around
forehead and tried to smile 1t vas
a sorry attempt.
She felt out of sorts, angry, sus-
picious. Hadn't Sandra been playing
tennis with Dan at the Country
Club only short time before:
hadn't she lunched with him? A
wave of furious jealousy and resent
ment swept over her, but she forced
her tone TO be calm and dispasSion-