The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-04-05
BY VIDA HURST
Copyright. 1885, BY ReEisssr-Tribune Syndicate

phone rang she knew an instant of
acute pain.
If only it could be Bartlett! 1t
was over a year since she had had
a date with another MAJ.
And now what's your idea of a
perfect EVENING"" Tom asked as
they drove away from the hotel.
Why not show me sample of
yours?"
He smiled at her.
Dinner, some place where we
can dance; the feature picture of a
movie and = aybe another dance or
two before we come home"
Sounds file to me-" she said ap-
preciatively.
He patted her hand.
I'VE are going to get along. ]
can see We have a great deal in
common"
1t had the markings of a perfect
evening Irene reflected, tucked dis
creetly in her own corner, Spinning
down the highway in a brand new
OGSlQ6
her and the moon like huge thea
trical prop suspended in a summer
sky.
Presently she became conscious
that Tom Merit was favoring her
with his line" One which hac
without doubt been ecstatically re-
ceived up and down the entire
Pacific coast.
Three weeks ago, before she hao
become so completely woman Of
the world, Irene herself would have
felt flattered by 1t. But now, al
though she smiled encouragingly
and led him on with sympathetic
comments it was game with hel
just as it was with him.
tom was telling her all abou
Il his childhood. What a bad little
brat he had been. The one person
who could do anything with hin
was his beautiful young mother
After she died he had sort of gone
wild" His father didn't understand
him and Tom had sneaked away
from school to learn to fly.
He had a good many hours tt
4 his credit before he even dared tt
tell his father he wanted to be 6
pilot. And in all that time, through
the battle which followed and the
years before he was actually quail
fled for his present position, there
had never been a girl who hac
really interested him.
Until today when I saw you
looking out the window"
"Really?" Irene murmured, "but
when he stopped the car on a de-
serted, tree-lined road she veered
away from his embrace, saying SEN
sibly, Lets drive on, Tom! I'm
hungry"
".Foiled," he grinned. "Nevel
mind, baby, I'll get you yet"
That he would do so Irene could
see he never doubted during the
entire evening.
Leaning across a table for two;
touching her hand, then drawing
his away as if the contact were
more than he could bear; shutting
his eyes against the glamour of her
face while they were dancing; whis-
pering, You're lovely! You're Won
derful!"
Then when she had failed to
respond, when in spite of all he
had said, and done she continued
to float remotely within his arms
he abandoned this method for one
entirely different.
IF there's anything I like in a
woman it is discrimination. Not
permitting herself to be paved over
by every Tom, Dick and Harry she
goes out with. Take yourself, for
instance. I can see you've never
been kissed"
They were on their way to the
theater by this time.
"Oh, once or twice I have. that
is to say now an then" she con-
| fessed, airily.
MOP" he cried in mock surprise.
I'D never have thought it. You are
so shy and quiet"
Irene lifted amused, dark-lashed
green eyes.
| NOC reallyY
Eyes, you little bum! You've the
heart of hard-hearted devil and
the face of an angel from heaven. p"
'How terribly interesting" she
drawled.
1t was fun, this game they we're
playing which lasted through the
picture and was accompanied by his
attempts to hold her hand.
But when they were on their way
home the game abruptly ceased.
Tom stopped the car, seized her in
strong, young arms and kissed her
squarely on the mouth. She could
not move, could not even cry out
against the sudden, furious on
slaught of his lips.