The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-07-06
Summer SWeetheartS

come home. Bet I know what's
Tor supper, too" She wrinkled her
nose, staring into the handleless pot
on the stove.
Canned beans! I know It"
She slammed into the room she
shared with Daisy and Mary Maud.
Bill was taking her to me of the
first indoor hockey games tonight.
Shed be lucky if she found decent
pair Of silk stockings to wear.
When she had talked SO boastfully
to Daisy and the others of her prob
able marriage to Bill she had been
Whistling in the dark. How did you
ever get boy to the point where
he proposed? She didn't know.
Maybe she'd go on like this forever,
working at the shop, coming home
to a dirty house, getting older by
the minute, not having anything
she wanted.
How nice it would be, Isabel
unused, staring around the dark,
shabby little room, to have pretty
things, to have beaux and dates ga
lore. While you we're young-thats
when it counted because, after all,
it wouldn't matter when she was
older. She wouldn't care then.
"Oh, sis, box came for you to-
day" Mary Maud, gangling and
pale at II, in Bingham dress a
size too small, came to stand and
stare from the door.
"a box? How? BY parcel post"
Bundles of any sort were an event
in this family.
II don't know. No, I think some
one left it at the door. 1t was on
the stoop. Daisy" said Mary Maud
virtuously, wanted to open it, but
I wouldn't let her"
DRAMATICALLY Isabel tore at the
l. string, ripping it off. Under
folds of tissue paper lay white and
silver frock. Isabel gasped, staring.
She tore open the square creamy
envelope. There was signature.
Sally Moon. Why, OF all
things.
Dear Isabel: I'm going TO Paris
for a year. You said something the
last time you did my hair about
getting married. Don't say I gave
this to you. The old cats have talked
enough already. Good luck"
"Well, I never thought she even
liked me-" marvelled Isabel. Casual.
careless Sally had sent her the we'd
ding dress!
"Try it on, sis. Try it on" Both
dingy little girls we're hopping about
in an ecstasy of excitement.
They forgot about time, forgot
about food. Isabel emerged from the
scrubby cubicle which served as a
bathroom, her arms and face
cleaning from recent scrubbing. She
slipped the lovely frock over her
head.
"Ooh-ooh, don't you look NIGEL"
Even Daisy said it, reluctantly, but
convincingly.
When you have never before in
your life owned a really decent
frock, Isabel thought, revolving be-
fore the square of mirror, it's heaven
to own one at last it works
magic for you.
Lost in her dreams, she didn't
hear the doorbell. Didn't hear Bills
deep growl in response to Mary
Maud's piping treble.
al o1yo
she heard at last. Tell her I've got
to play pool with some of the fell
lows
Isabel went out into the sitting
room. Bill saw her. He gaped.
The little girls, sensing situation,
withdrew to the kitchen where they
peeped through the kitchen door.
Don't bother" Isabel said loftily.
you've broken dates with me be-
fore, Bill Martin. This is the last
time. I'm getting me another BEAU"
She was regal in the white and sill
yer. In the cheap little house she
was like an exotic flower.
You're tellin' ne?" Bill de-
manded truculently. you're my girl
aren't you? And we're gettin' mar
ried soon, aren't we?"
"Are we?" Isabel shrugged. First
I heard of it."
well, you know it now" said the
man. He was staring at her as if he
had never seen her before.
Ito Be Continued