The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-05-10

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that he ever asked me
Katherine is busy. anyhow" she
amended hastily There's some boy
she knew at art school in New York
now. He's coming out for the
dance"
oh, very well. then. It's all set
tied Mrs. Parker was perfectly
happy this morning. Things seemed
to be going unusually well. Zoe ap-
peared to be contenJed, the trip had
been a success.
Zoe ran out of the house and
around to the garage. Waters was
polishing the car in which her
father drove to town every morning.
My car all right?"
The little chauffeur came around
to the side of zoes roadster. 1T
was the gearshift lever sticking,
miss. I fixed it,
Thanks" She climbed in, with a
flash of brown legs. Good thing
Mother didn't see her start of in
shorts. Mother was old-fashioned
about such things. Oh, well, she
wasn't going to get out and parade
around Main-st in them, although
some of the cottagers did that. buy
ing their vegetables and groceries.
Zoe wrinkled up her nose at the
thought
Katharine wasn't in, the maid at
the Strykhursts said. She would be
back from the riding club in half
an hour.
Riding every day, h'm?" Zoe
muttered, backing the little car and
wheeling it about. Katharine
Strykhurst did everything that way
violently and inyensively. She had
gone to art school devotedly for
several seasons, but nothing had
come of it except a few rather
clever black and white sketches
which appeared in Katharines big,
old-fashioned dressing room.
Katharine hated being rich
mans daughter, she often said. She
envied girls who worked, the cho-
rus girls you saw leaping and
bounding in the numbers of a mu-
seal comedy or night club; the
newspaper girls who covered the
golf tournaments
We're just too stupid to earn
our own livings, that's it," she often
said mutinously to Zoe.
1--WE couldn't, if we tried :"
Zoe decided to go out to Shady
Pidge and see if she could pick up
Katharine. They hadn't had a
chance to talk the other day, with
all that crowd around the club.
And yesterday had been stormy and
Katharine had called to say she
didn't feel well Had a headache
or something. AS if it weren't an
unheard-of thing for Katharine to
say she was i'll.
ZOE drove into the door yard of
Il the riding school. It was the
old Rogers farm: this new man,
whoever he was, rented it from Dan
Rogers. There was nobody about
but an elderly cclored man who
said Miss Strykurst was due back
any minute.
Zoe shut off the engine and
waited. It was very quiet here. A
few chickens f1uffed about in the
yard, and occasionally a horses in
curing head, with its big, mild eyes,
would appear over the open door of
the stall. There was faint sound
Of switching and stamping, as flies
tormented the beasts inside.
Zoe closed her eyes. Sometimes,
at moments like this, she thought
it would be nice if she could get
over Gibbs-get over wanting the
queer excitement his presence al
ways brought her. Maybe she
could go away to some place SIM
pie and quiet, and forget about him.
She had feeling, deep down, that
there we're rough roads ahead of
her. But she had fallen in love with
Gibbs She didn't know what
to do about it. Europe had been
desert without him. Other men
were just shadows
She hadn't slept we'll last night.
Maybe this was why she dropped
off into slumber as she waited for
Katharine. That was why she didn't
know the horses and their riders
had returned. Her car was drawn
up alongside the dirt road, in the
shadows Of the dropping willow.
Katharine didn't see her, either, for
quite little time. She was talking
to the tall young man who dis
mounted from the big, nervous horse
with the white star on his tore-
head. Zoe, awaking, stared at them
curiously.
Why, whatever was the matter
with Katharine? She had never
seen her look that way-never be-
fore in all her life. Katharine was
pale, but her eyes glittered as
though she had an inward fever.
She laughed vaguely and stripped
off her gloves and put them on
again, without seeming to know ex-
actly what she was doing.
The young man was talking to
her quietly; it seemed the most
casual sort of conversation. Good
looking chap, Zoe told herself. He
must be the young westerner who
runs the place. But Katharine had
never been interested in any man
before.
Presently Katharine saw Zoe
waiting for her. She flushed deeply.
painfully, and said something to the
man in riding clothes. He turned
toward zoe's car and saluted her
gravely. Then Katharine walked
briskly toward the car.
My dear, I believe you're in
love!" Zoe said
Katharine stared at her. Non
sense" she said sharnlv- "I never