The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-01-25
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- QE0STER no I26LrG SIhOEAT
You're certainly a marvellous
dancer. But I suppose you have
had lots Of experience. A little girl
ike you is too pretty for this sort
of thing. You probably won't be-
+ lieve it but I've a daughter of my
own just about your age A daugh-
( ter and a son who is almost ready
10 enter college. Great kids Both
Of them.
You don't think I look that old?
Listen, Angel, I'm on the wrong side
of 40. Don't like it much either,
especially when I meet delectable
little angels like you and realize how
ancient I must seem.
Although some girls say a man
isn't interesting until he's 40. With
women, however, it is different. No
woman has anything I want after
she is 49,"
She purred, Isn't that funny?
Men don't appeal to me at all until
/ they're at least that old. 1 think
gray hair at the temples is so dis
tinguished looking. I've always liked
older men better"
Thinking, oh, Tony, darling, for
give mel I've got to be nice to him,
but 1 love YOU, Tony. I'll always
love you'll"
Back at the table, all through the
hilarity and synthetic high spirits
which followed, she never once for
got Tony. But it seemed hours be-
fore the noisy group of men decided
to 60 home. An eternity before
the last empty compliment and
furtive caress had been bestowed.
Two men had slipped money into
her palm and Pete was bowling them
cut with a suavity which expressed
his complete satisfaction.
But she felt soiled. Sick of the
contact with their importunate
bodies, weary of evading their
wandering hands. She stared at
Pete eXpreSsiOnleSsly
May I go now?"
His fat little mouth stretched
into a smile.
This was a swell evening. Bust
ness seems to be picking up. Yes
you may go now. Run along, all Of
YOU"
She walked to the table where
Tony sat.
Let's get out of here" she said.
OUTSIDE she breathed deeply Of
" the clean, fog-ridden air.
Tired, Treasurer"
Fed up" she declared.
Il have my mothers car tonight"
he explained, steering her gently to-
ward it. Once inside, he said Sc
riOuSly, You need to get away for
awhile"
How can -"
You don't have to work on Sum
day, do you? I mean, during the
day?"
When she admitted that she didn't
he cried eagerly, Then why can't
we spend it together? How would
you like to go to Muir Woods?"
I'D love it." she assured him,
feeling WEAKNESS slip from her like
discarded garment.
He had driven toward the Marina
and as Oliver had done once be-
fore, was parking in the thin line of
cars which remained even after l
o'clock. But this time Treasure
did not object as she had with
Oliver. Neither did she draw away
as his arm stole gently about her
shoulders, turning her face to his.
This is a butterfly kiss" he
said as his long lashes swept
across her cheek.
She did not resist even when his
lips kissing trail lightly from
forehead to mouth settled there like
an industrious bee.
what makes you so sweet?" he
asked presently.
Il didn't know I was"
you're different from any girl
I've ever seen before and yet I
feel as if I had known you al
ways"
Me, too" she acknowledged
huskily.
I'm afraid I'm falling in love
with you"
Terribly afraid?" she managed
to ask out of the depths of happi-
ness which this remark had
plunged her.
He drew her back into tender
arms.
mo! I want to love you! I've
never been in love before"
She would never forget the magic
of that moment. Lighted ferries
drifted phantomlike across the fog
swept bay. On one of the parked
cars a radio was softly playing love
songs. But no music could compare
with the music Of AnthonyS voice
No beauty of sky or water could
match the beauty Of his strong,
sweet face leaning over hers.
I'm going to take you home
now" he whispered. But I'll see
you again Sunday"
Later before her door he repeated,
Until Sunday-Sweet!"
She waited for it through a Sat-
urday which seemed endless. Dane
ing ghostlike with a succession of
men who seemed equally unreal.
Seeing nothing but the Italian boys