The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1933-05-04

WEBSTER was different. Why
~ wouldn't mother understand
about him? Kay had never, some
how, dared to bring him home. Not
that Chester had showed any desire
to be introduced, formally, to the
family.
Anyhow, Kay had the feeling that
would spoil everything. The romance
would vanish if Monnie and mother,
and Bill and Mark looked Chester
over coolly.
So she met him downtown when
ever his route brought him to Bel
vedere. Sometimes he rented car
and drove down. Kay was a bit
afraid to go riding with Chester.
If her mother heard-if Monnie
saw them-if Bill happened to find
out! Not that it wasn't perfectly
all right. Chester was Simply a
peach" and all that, but the family
wouldn't understand. Did families
ever?
Thus Kay. Now on this warm
June afternoon she began to feel
a trif1e nervous about the whole
affair. Chester was being insist
ent on seeing her that evening.
But I can't possibly" she de-
INJURED. Were having eXams-all
week. I'm up to my ears"
She thought of the classroom,
warm, crammed with perspiring
youths and maidens nibbling pencil
points. Bees would be humming
outside the windows, lowering over
the Dr. Van Fleet roses, which we're
the principals particular pride and
JOY. The teacher of the moment
would be hot, sarcastic, edgy.
"Oh, I hate it ALL" she burst out,
suddenly, surprised at her own
earneStneSS.
mot me, baby!" Chester his dark
eyes bold and smiling, pressed his
arm close to hers.
"N-no, not you" She smiled re-
luctantly. Just school-this old
town-all of it."
Isn't that what I'm always tell
ing your" His slightly nasal voice,
softened now, rushed over the words.
Aren't you wasting your time
here when you might be doing some
thing in the big town? Lots Of girls
no older'n you are in the choruses.
Fact is, they like 'em as young as
they can get 'em. Maybe this time
next year you'd be married to mil
lionaire if you tried it."
Il n
DANGEROUS talk this, for pref
~ ty, poor, proud Is. Dangerous
whispers for the small ears of Kay
ODare, who wasn't grind" who
wasn't clever at her books, whose
fortune was in her hyacinthine orbS
and her small twinkling feet.
She said slowly, You're kidding
me, Chester. 1 Couldn't mean I
wouldn't get over"
He interrupted. Baby you're the
money. What I mean, you could
knock em silly in the front rows.
I've got a friend in the show bust
neSS-man like me gets around, you
know"
The voice purred on, softly, in
Sinuatingly. Kay thought of Miss
Mahon who was head of the Eng
liSh department. whose bitter, edged
tone had cut into her consciousness
that day.
Miss ODareS notebook? But 1
didn't know Miss O'Dare had a
notebook"
Kay had flushed scarlet, had
Stammered, hating herself, the
teacher, everything! Was it her
fault she wasn't brairy? Not ev-
eryone could be! Well, she'd show
them all some day, all these old
cats and foxes all over town.
She'd show them what Kay
ODare could do. They'd see her
name up in lights, they would.
They'd boast, printing their lips,
"Oh, yes, knew her. years ago"
Shed cut them when she passed
them in the street. She could see
high-powered car Whirring down
glittering avenue-herself, slim,
long-legged, wrapped in furs-chin-
chilla, maybe.
A man in livery would slip down
from the seat, rush around to hand
her out. Some nosey woman in blue
serge would buzz up to her. "Aren t
you little Kay O'Dare?"
Kay would draw herself up slow
~ and disdainfully, answering her,
You seem to have the advantage
of mel" Miss Mahon Cfor it would
be Miss Mahon) would slip away,
quite crestfallen.
What's on your mind, sweet
.neSS?"