The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-02-22
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telephone and the officer at the desk
reached for t.. was repeating IN
short sharp sentences: The Ros-
enbaum iewelry stOre-safe Jimmleo
Jets have a description OF the
Jewels mis- inE-O. k
Her fingers frightened on her
purse. Then Robert Laird vas COM
ing toward her
They are taking you 70 the De-
tenron Home until morning, laSsie-
I am sorry
He walked with her 20 the door.
his hand still on her arm Al the
step, was a f0rbidding black, closed
car. JlngO had seen II many times
on the street. she shrank back
against the door frame.
"Cmon. sister" Fogarty's voice
HWe're Waltin-
The pressure on her arm tight
ened. I'll go with YOU, lassie- Il
isn't far"
The girls shoulders Strengthened
81 won't ride-in that-carl" she
said distinctly. 4 haven't done any
thing. You can't make me ride
In that car"
rs that sO-?"
"Just a moment. Fogarty," came
Robert Lands low voice. He stepped
back and talked for a moment 70
the officer at the desk. and at a
signal from that officer. another
man stepped forward and lingo
again felt Robert Laird's hand on
her arm.
We are going over in my car,
he said kindly. "Samuels here Is
going to drive US. I'll 60 with you,
laSsie"
TIE sat IN the back seat with her
II as they drove through the al
most deserted streets. He called her
attention 10 a forlorn little news
boy leaning against a lghtpost,
YEARLY calling out. "WuXtra-
Wuxtra-". 10 a new building being
erected. its steel skeleton outlined
against the night SKY
He told her. with a chuckle, Of
red headed Casey, not yet ? years
old. in his hospital for children, who
absolutely refused 10 eat oatmeal
and carrots.
You see. lassie. I'm a doctor and
my hobby is-kidsl Poor kids. sick
kids"
-r-r,,-- ,s.---- ~, t,ofo-o a Hrt,+od
bliCk building and he opened the
door and helped her out.
Mrs. Moore. the matron, IS a
kind soul and IL Will be only a few
hours more. III be seeing you
bright and early"
I'D be home nOw-if you hadn't
made me tell them-dad'S name"
she said beIigerently. You told me
TO tell them"
They would have known. anyway.
lasSie They kneW-yOur father"
Then hc was greeting the stout.
grav-h1ired woman at a desk in the
reception room. This is JesSica
Carte Mrs Moore"
While ne talked in low tones
with the mutrOn. JinsO dropped
down I'M q chair. twisting the strap
OF her red purse Harry had never /
failed her before. He had always
come
GOOD nieht. lassie. Mrs Moore
will be GOOD TO you" DR.. Laird
placed his hand on her shoulder. I
at won't be long. JeSSica"
JingO followed the matrOn down |
the hall and waited while she I'M
locked a door with a key that jan
gled with others from her belt. The
door opened upon a room lined
with cots. each with a huddled Oc-
cupant A dim ceiliL. light ShOne
down on ClOthing-strewn chairs.
gray blankets. bare floors.
A woman on a cot near the door
Strengthened up and pushed back
frizzled. blond hair from a hard
, face. i
You never can get a wink of
sleep in this dump. I haven't slept
in two nights. Oh. hello, beautiful.
say. kid. what are YOU in this place
fOr2 With your face"
lingo turned 70 Mrs. Moore 7
can't won't stay in here-I won't I
that's all"
Mrs Moore mOtiOned to an empty F.
cot. There's your bed. JeSSica. No /
argument. please. It's nearly now /
1t won't be long"
Jingo heard the click of the key
IN the lock as the door closed be-
hind Mrs. Moore. The woman on |
the cot next 10 hers laughed harShly. /
"Tryin' 10 high-hat US. grille? |
Were all in one big family in this |
nest"
She rested her head in her hand. |
lying on ner side. and watched
JingO as she sat on the edge Of the
cot. her chin in her cupped palm.
7 VIII admit" she said thought
fully. you DO look sort Of out of
place here. dearie. What's the
racket Tell Mamie. All the kids
confide IN Mamie. Wanna cigaret? |
It'll buck you up"
JingO shook her head and pres
emily Mamie turned over, snuggled
down beneath the gray blanket and
went 10 sleep. JingOS eyes Travelled
AVN N-AC ~ ~ aA4NA--CA. II AlLQNAC-
aged woman over there. her hair
dyed a purple black. clutching with
hard, red hands at a worn leather
purse
Next 70 her. a fraTl. little blond
| girl. lips a scarlet cupid's bow. her
bare. thin arm thrown over her
eyes; cheap. lacy finery spread over
the foot Of the cot.
Z ACH time there was q step in
Il the nall outside. lingo listened
eagerly. Surely Harry would come
10 her. He would not leave her
here.
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