The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-12-10

gorgeous out there in the moon
light"
What's the good of moonlight,
alone?" Ronnie protested. Lets
see it together"
mot tonight" Dana shook her
head. Il must be getting back.
People will be missing u.s."
Mrs. Cameron saw Dana and
Ronnie dancing together, and re-
Taxed in her chair Girls would
be modern. These ways were not
the ways she had known. In her
day a girl would never be so bold,
openly counting the favor of a
young man by leaving the dance
floor with him ana seeking Sc
Guided corners. Nobody seemed to
think anything Of it now.
There were Cynthia Baxter and
Bill Lorimer going out on the
front porch now. And Harriet
Prescott and Dick Webster Just
coming in, with Harriet's blond
hair looking as if she'd met a
small cyclone. Besides, Dana was
sensible, and knew what she was
doing. She'd been here only a few
weeks and already had the town
catch at her heels.
Mrs. Cameron complacently
watched her granddaughter's lovely
face and graceful form. Dana had
eagerness, with a certain indiffer-
ence to attention which was probably
one Of her chief charms. Nancy, on
the other hand, was all indifference.
Which, of course, got a girl nowhere.
And, where was Nancy, now?
Only one person had seen Nancy
come through the side door
Tommy, who had slipped old Mrs.
Cameron's conversational leash and
stationed himself at vantage point.
Say. Nancy" Tommy's voice
halted her.
GO way, Tommy" Nancy spoke
like petulant little girl, addressing
a bothersome little boy. She was
up the stairs in a furry of white
ruff1es.
NANCY went straight to her
~ room. Something had hap
pened. Something disastrous, ter
rible, overwhelming. No longer
could she fight the truth with con-
temptuous words. She was in love
with Ronnie, and might as well ad-
NIT it to herself. The revelation
had come with his kiss. The kiss
Ronnie was so ashamed of. The
kiss he had meant for Dana.
She flung herself down on her
bed, spelling the perfection of the
tufted spread which had been drawn
into place so carefully by Sarah's
expert hands. The crisp place under
her face was soon damp with tears.
She thought of the crumpled love-
illness of her gown with poignant
bitterness. What did it matter?
The dress had done nothing for her,
except to reveal even more clearly
the difference between her sister
and herself.
Nancy sat up suddenly, ashamed
of her emotional upheaval. If she
stayed away, Gran would be send
ing Dana scouting around for her.
Nothing could be so hateful or hui
as having Dana find her
crying.
Perhaps Ronnie would wonder
and suspect the truth. Which
would be the worst thing that could
happen.
I'D die before I'd let him know"
Nancy thought wildly. IF I get a
chance I'll make him believe I think
it was all joke" She went to
mirror and began to repair the
damage to her face. Smoothing on
powder, adding little more rouge,
applying lipstick heavily.
Her eyes were shining with ex-
element when she entered the
ballroom. When she passed Rom
ME she smiled brilliantly at him.
Ronnie promptly cut in. you're
brick, Nancy" he whispered. 81
was worried"
About what?" Nancy asked non
chalantly.
"About-about what happened a
while ago."
I'D forgotten anything hap
pened," Nancy replied carelessly.
Things like that-you couldn't ex-
pect girl to be really angry"
I'm glad of that" Ronnie said.
And then realized he wasn't.
Il have it all figured out" Nancy
said with a gay laugh. Too gay, if
Ronnie had noticed. You thought
I was Dana. Our dresses are twin
models. But really we are not a bit
alike"
mo" said Ronnie, ct don't believe
you are"
Some one claimed her and Ronnie
gave her up with a feeling of re-
lief. Nancy, he decided, was just
one of those girls. Raising hell
when they were kissed. Perhaps
trying to force man to say some
thing committing himself. And
when the trick failed, they forgot all
about it.
He was disappointed Whatever
else he had failed to think of Nancy,
he had always considered her a
straight shooter. Completely sincere.
1t all went to prove you couldn't
tell darn thing about a girl. Not
a darn thing!
Ito Be Continued