The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-01-12

his eyes upon her. finished the
drink quickly.
Want another2"
Later. I'm going to scramble
more eggs, if you don't mind. /
never could eat cold eggs"
he had slumped down in chair,
watching her gloomily as she
mixed the eggs in a bowl and
whipped them steadily.
She turned to the stove, stirred
them into a hot skillet. Oh, why
didn't the taxi come! 1t must be
all of a half hour. If her plan
failed in the end-but no, it must
not fail. 1t couldn't fail. The
driver had understood perfectly.
She went into the breakfast
room, got a cloth and napkins and
came back.
"a lot of fuss" Alan said, lover
a little food. Let's cut the frills."
A mn, spreading the cloth, smiled
L n at him. There's nothing to
hurry about and I like the table to
look nice"
There was the taxi coming up
the drive. Allan had not heard IL.
His head had dropped to his arms,
on the table.
Il forgot the silver. Will you
please get some?"
He got to his feet and staggered
into the dining room. For Heav-
ems sake, Ann"
She flew to the front door, grab
bling her hat and coat on the way.
The driver had reached the door.
In another moment he would have
pressed the bell. He helped Ann
into the cab, got in himself and
turned on the ignition.
They were driving away when AL
Ian rushed to the porch. Ann
he shouted.
Drive on, please" Ann said.
Don't STOP"
Now that her frightful suspense
was behind her she leaned back
against the seat, shivering in her
wet garments, tears pouring down
her cheeks.
The driver guessed that this girl
had quarreled with the fellow who
yelled at them Perhaps he was
her husband. Women were always
running away from their husbands.
There was the girl who had run
away from that young millionaire,
Peter Kendall.
The taxi driver hadn't believed
the story until the detective who
had questioned him told him
there'd be a fat sum in it if he
could locate the girl. The detective
had tipped him literally, too, for the
information he had given-about
dropping the girl at the restaurant
for breakfast. The cab driver never
had heard whether or not they Rad
found the girl. If she was the wife
of millionaire, she probably had
gone back 70 him.
He had not seen this girls face
She had opened the door and
rushed out on the porch just as he
reached the door She had not
waited to put her coat and hat on,
but had run to the car. Women
were certainly queer.
There had been something about
her that seemed familiar. He didn't
quite know what it was.
She was crying now. He could
hear muffled SobS. Probably she re-
gretted running off from her hus-
band and would be telling him in a
moment to take her back. He
shrugged. Well, it was all in
night.
The taxi sped along through the
darkness, rain beating flercely
against the windows.
TINE driver leaned back, turning
i his head slightly, Where to,
miss?"
After moment the girl an
swered il a husky tone, do you
know where Roland-st is?"
Roland-st He had to think
moment. It's on the east side Of
town.
He remember now. 1t was an
old street filed with cheap brick
apartment buildings. Il think I
know where it is"
Ann couldn't bear going back to
the dready, lonely apartment just
then Sheila was out with Jimmy.
1t would be several hours before she
returned. She felt faint at the
thought of the place. Maybe she
would feel better if she stopped at
the drug store on the corner end
had some hot chocolate.
The taxi was nearing ROland-st.
please let me out at the drug store
on the corner" Ann said
The cab driver halted at the curb
and Ann got out. She opened her
purse Luckily she had enough to
pay the fare She counted out the
money and handed it to the driver.
He was star. g at her, a queer ex-
preston in his eyes.
Well, she must look strange with
the wet coat clinging to her, her
eyes red from crying.
She went into the drug store.
The taxi driver continued to stare
at AIMS retreating back. Yes, sir,
there wasn't a doubt This was the
same girl he had driven away from
that swell apartment. Young Peter
Kendalls wife.
He was excited. He followed Ann
and saw her sitting at a table in the
corner. Wont you want a cab to
so home in, miss? I can wait"