The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1933-05-27
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mistake, sending that girl east to
school!
"Oh. you dont?' she had drawled.
Monica ODare's gone to Europe.
Don't ask me how or why Guess
maybe Charles Eustace could ex-
plain"
DAN had interrupted her his
- eyes flashing. fists clenched.
Even If she was his sister by the
Lord Harry he'd make her eat
her words. What do YOU mean?"
he had barked. Geraldine had
been bit frightened. Dams tenn
per was not 70 be reused unthink-
ingly.
Nothing at all, except that peo-
pie are saying he wants to marry
her" she had said hastily, and
that he's grooming her-seeing
she has certain advantages before
that happens
Rot !" Dan has not understood
clearly the blind rage that flowed
over him. Why, Monnie was prom
Used to himl She had understood
that.
Then, in flash he remembered
the letter he had written her from
the ranch. What had he said? He
couldn't quite remember. Some
thing about having to change their
plans.
He had thought, Of course, he
would see her soon and explain to
her that the precarious condition
of his fathers business and their
dependence on Mr. LaWrence's good
Will made it necessary to sit tight
for a while.
Then to come back and find her
gone. 1t was like a slap in the
face, Dan told himself aggrievediy
forgetting utterly that it was he
who had struck the first blow.
And now, his mother was work
ing on him, reminding him with
out saying so, straight out, that
it was up to him to keep Sandra
happy so Dad could ride along
with the bank crowd SO that they
wouldn't press him too hard just
now
I'm going to the darn dinner,
he observed sourly, but don't ask
me to like it"
His mother gave him her firm,
toothy smile y her "clubWoman
smile" Dan thought it.
That's my grand big boy!" When
Mrs. Cardigan had her own way she
could be nice. She ran them all,
Dams father and all of them, with
an iron hand, but she smiled de
terminedly the while
Dan felt baked, baffled. He had
to stand by Dad-for the present,
at least Anyhow nothing much
mattered if what Gereldine limited
about Charles and Monnie were
true. He felt the old dull rage rise
in him like a tide and Clenched his
fists, remembering
whats the matter, son?"
DUll nAullt 0OIlltLlIlllE llIlQEl
his breath, choking down his toast.
Yes, a fruit boat would be the thing.
he was thinking. AS soon as Dads
affairs were straight again he would
clear out. Go away some place.
They'd remember him, years after,
That Cardigan boy-lit cut. didn't
he? I hear he has a plantation in
Santa something or other"
Meanwhile there was Sandra's
little dinner to attend
CHE was especially nice to Dan
~ that night. Sandra in her best
mood, her gracious, interested SIS
terly mood, was quite delightful.
Even Dan had to admit it. She
didn't demand compliments. She
was casual, amusing. She sang a
little French song-rather naughty,
She said
The other guests, a brother and
sister from Cincinnati, Helen and
Tad Williston, applauded loudly
while Dan pretended to understand.
He felt inferior and admired SAD
dra for her cleverness.
She was a darn smart girl no Two
ways about it, and very effective,
with her dark hair banded demure-
ly back. Sandra was wearing the
quaintest of pulled and ruffled
frocks in new shade-hyacinth
blue, she said, which gave sea-