The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-12-14
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She said quickly, But can't
say that, Ronnie. I was with Scott
that night. He was bringing me
nome"
Ronnie said, through white lips:
Bringing you homer At three in
the morning! Where from?"
From his house." Dana said
simply. Il was marooned there dur
ing the storm"
AT SCOTS house." Ronnie re-
peated
Dana flushed, and then she began
her story. 1t did not come as read
lily as 1t should have. Because Ron
MES eyes. filled with doubt and
suspicion and jealous rage, were
on her. She told the essential part.
though, in a broken pattern. She
told him how Scott had rushed out
into the rain after her. About his
car being in the shop and the i'm
possibility of getting a taxi. She
told about the telephone connec-
ton severing.
When he couldn't get a taxi, why
in heavens name didn't you phone
Nancy?" Ronnie asked in a hoarse
voice.
1T was such an awful storm"
Dana explained, and of course 7
thought I could get a taxi later"
Il suppose you didn't think Of
calling mel
mo, Ronnie. I didn't"
Dana was becoming angry, and
was suddenly ashamed. She was
being put on the defensive. as
though she had something to hide,
something ugly.
Please" she said with spirit,
lets not talk about it any more"
Very WELL" Ronnie agreed. He
put the gears in reverse. The return
drive was breathtaking experience.
The speedometer touched so, So, 70.
Dana turned her eyes away so she
could not watch it. It vas thrilling,
exhllarating, this mad dash over the
highway. Ronnie was insane to drive
at such s rate, but she had heard
it is best 10 humor the insane.
Only when Ronnie brought the
car to a stop by the worn curbstone
in front of her grandmother's home
did Dana speak Then she said,
"Good-by, Ronnie."
"Good-by, Dana" Ronnie an
swered. There was a note of finality
in his tone.
Dana went soberly to her room.
She felt very lonely. Ronnie's de-
votion had become an accepted fact;
now she had lost it. 1t was like
tucking away a bit of herself, a
youthful bit of herself. with that
good-by.
OF course Ronnie was just a boy
"a spoiled boy accustomed to hav-
ing his own way. He'd set up lot
of ideas that were like little toy
soldiers. And then, when somebody
toppled one of them over, he'd be-
come hurt and miserable.
Why couldn't Ronnie see that the
same storm that had kept his crowd
dancing all night at the Breckin-
ridges had kept her away from
home, too?
IF she had been caught some
l. where with an unattractive man,
it probably wouldn't have made any
difference to him. Ronnie was just
being hateful and unreasonable be-
cause Scott was SO attractive.
And then, there was SCOTS voice
over the telephone, scattering the
gloom and bringing the sunshine
back to life.
Dana answered soberly, and Scott
said quickly, Your voice sounds like
the little girl who stole the Jam
and ate the cookies and got both a
spanking and tummyache."
Dana laughed. THE aches in a
different region"
Don't tell me your hearts affect
ed"
Not Economically"
Scott said quickly Anything 1
can do?"
How rapidly SCOTS mind
worked. In another moment
Dana felt he would guess that she
ana Ronnie had quarreled. He
might also suspect the reason.
1ts a growing pain" Dana said
lightly. THE kind you have when
you put away your dolls and tackle
algebra. Or when you put away a.
silly notion you've had that things
would work out the way you wanted
them to because you've found there's
bigger scheme that hasn't any
place for such ideas at ALL"
From all this philosophizing."
Scott said wisely. II gather YOU are
IN the Well-known dumps. Would
nice juicy steak and a ride in a car
that's come forth from the shop
help rout the blue devils?"
think they would work mir
acleS, said Dana. She felt again
that rush of exhilaration that
Scott's voice always brought to her
III race you" Scott said.
Dana dressed quickly, was add
ing the final dab of powder to her
nose when the bell rang. She
rushed down the stairs to answer it.
She encountered Grandmother
cameron mounting the stairs
YEARLY. Dana had sudden feel
ing OF pity for her How dreadful
70 be old, to be coming up the stairs
slowly, instead of rushing down To
some new adventure!
Dana felt her pulse quicken. She
mad the feeling that she was on the
threshold of something new and
thrilling.