The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-05-22
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CHAPTER TWELVE

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NOW GO On With HE STORY
CHAPTER TWELVE
ISABEL, the manicurist at Miss
l. Betsy's Beauty Shoppe, bent So
licitously over Katharine's hand.
Want them a little shorter, don't
you?"
Katharine nodded. Sally Moon
was in the next booth, with its rose
colored curtains swinging between
painted white posts. Katharine could
hear Sally's laughter as she gos-
siped with Miss Betsy.
why have you got that string
tied around your hnger?' Katharine
asked the little manicurist idly. Isa-
bel. who had waved brown hair,
plucked eyebrows and a conflding
air. glanced up. dimpled and smiled.
Bill put il there on my birth
dav." she cOnfided. Bill Chance
YOU know him. Miss Strykhurst. He
drives the express truck. Big fellow
with broad shoulders. I told him
I'd keep it there till he put sure
enough ring on it. I say the craziest
things" she flushed with an limo
cent, upward sweep Of mascaraed
lashes. I'm just nut"
You're going to marry him,
then?" Katharine stated, rather
than asked. Isabel had been doing
her nails for years. Katharine felt
almost an affection for the artless
little creature.
Well, yes, I guess so. We were
playing with the ouija board last
week and I asked the ouija: When
am I going to be married?' Well,
VIII you believe it, Miss Strykhurst,
that thing ran around to Oct. a?
1 was Just about knocked silly. Oct.
4. Imagine that"
Katharine smiled. From the booth
Sally Moons high laughter sounded
again.
She's a very popular girl, I
hear" Isabel murmured with
shrug in Sally's direction. The
men just go running
She's attractive" Katharine con-
coded, concealing her instructive
dislike with an effort.
Well, but about Bill and my
self" Isabel pursued, getting back
to her favorite topic. You know,
when I told him about ouija he
acted funny, kind Of. Said he didn't
believe in monkeying with fate or
something like that. Men are so
sort Of queer. It's like they had
no intuition or something. Now
take me, I always want to know
about the future. Why, there was
4 fortune teller up at Playland and
She had me down to a T. De-
scribed my first beau and said
was going to get letter and would
you believe it
THERE was a good deal more of
Il this, but Katharine did not hear
it all. Sally Moon, a riot of seal
lOped waves and escaping sausage
curls, emerged presently from the
booth, in the crispest of yellow linens
with flyaway scarf. She met Kath-
arine's eyes and both girls bowed
rather stiffly.
Gee, that's pretty outfit" Isa-
bel commented enviously as Sally
fluttered out of the door to take her
place at the wheel of her waiting
car. But that cost a plenty. That's
what l always say No wonder these
girls have all the breaks, clothes and
cars and all-tearing around like
nobodys business. I don't mean YOU.
Of course. Miss Strykhurst," she fin
ished brisky, at warning nod from
her employer who was putting the
stopper on a mammoth bottle of
liquid shampoo.
Hear you took tumble last week"
Isabel went on after an interval dur
ing which polish was applied deity
to the nails OF Katharines left hand.
Read it in the paper. Gosh. I was
all upset. believe it or not. I said
TO myself, Miss Strykhurst is the
incest one of the whole bunch in
town. It'll just be a shame if she's
going to be badly hurt"
1T wasn't anything" Katharine
said.
But that tall fellow who comes
down from the riding club. he sure
is one good-looking chap" Isabel
chartered. 4 said to Miss BETSY
lust the other day, believe you me. If
1 had the money and the outfit I'd
be taking lessons from him myself.
He reminds me of Gary Cooper-sort
of-only younger"
Katharine said. Hes really very
nice"
Sally Moon thinks So" Isabel
murmured with a glance over her
shoulder. she came in here one
day last week for a set: she was
Just going on at a great rate about
him. Gaga, I call it."
Katharine might have teen en-
tirely absorbed in examining her
rails. for all her expression told.
They look lovely. Thank YOU.
Isabel" She tipped generously.
Thank YOU. Miss StrykhUrst. Oh.
you oughtn't to really YOU
shouldn't. Although I won't say it
won't come in handy. I'm saving
Tor new dress for the picnic next
week. Bill hasn't asked me vet. but
I'm sure he will. The Elks' Club.
He doesn't belong, but his uncle
does"
Life, thought Katharine. was COM
paratively simple for girls like
Isabel.
Doubtless she would marry her
Bill in due time and settle down to
a life Of saving and babies and quar-
reling and making up. Isabel was