The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-05-27
Summer SWeetheartS

MICHAEL sat down and lighted
WI a cigaret. Something must
have gone wrong in Mr.. Moon
plans. Well, Sally would explain.
She came in presently, a breath
less scrap Of femininity. with her
dark curls tumbled around her face.
her voice breaking into constant
laughter.
Michael. 7 am so sorry What
ever must you think of me?'
He stood, smiling down at her,
at her troubled eyes, at the half
( earnest, alf-pretended seriousness
Of her tone
A small girl. Sally Moon. although
one day she would be on the plump
side-smaller by far than a girl who
had looked levelly into his eyes that
/ morning. sumped over the wheel of
her car, a fair girl with eyes that
burned darklv blue in a delicate
face. Michael frowned again, shak-
ing the thought from him.
Sally pouted
Hes not even listening to me!'
she cried. addressing an imaginary
audience.
7 am So"
Sally dimpled. It was one Of
the things she did very well. She
had been practicing dimpling, be-
fore her mirror since she was II.
you see, father was delayed
That is-oh. I'm getting this all
mixed up. He did come home,
about 5. But he had to rush right
off again and I told him you
wanted to see him and he said to-
morrow would do just as we'll "
Then he's not leaving right
away?' Michael asked, relief obvious
in his voice.
Listen to the man! OF course,
he isn't. That's what I've been
trying to tell youl And I tried to
get you on the telephone all eve
ming but no one answered e"
Funny. I've been there - or
some one has - all the time"
Michael said. with his ingenious,
ma 1culine air of sticking to the
facts.
and what do we do about it?" Sal |
ly demanded brightly. I'm ter
ribly sorry, but it wasn't my fault, |
and father is probably right - he
says I'd never make a business /
women. What do you think?" she |
demanded ingenuously.
n n
CHE was all scent and color and
- femininity in her delicate frock
of pale pink lace. 1t was demurely
cut-a dinner frock-and Sally's
charms were naively displayed in it.
Il think he's probably right"
Michael said soberly.
Then they both broke into great
shout of laughter The sober faced
maid, picking up scattered news
papers in the study just beyond the
porch windows Strengthened with
grim smile.
so she has new one" this wom-
an murmured to herself.
Look. here's the thing" Sally |
went on after moment. as if to
herself. Would you be an angel and
take me down to the Blue Sky Club |
tonight? Lenny Raikes-thats the
boy who was coming over from
Scarsdale-well, he has an impacted |
tooth or something and can't come. |
And I have fathers car and I was
just dying to go
Michael looked down at his
tweeds and back at her. His smile
was a little wry. He lifted his
shoulders in the ghost of a shrug.
"Oh, don't be a donkey! It's the |
kind of place where you don't have
to dress if you don't want to. Look, |
they're having a beauty contest or
something later an tonight. That |
Cissy Malotte-you know who she is
is to be there. I'm dying to see
her"
mot the kind of place for kid
like you"
"Oh, Michael don't be so stuffy!"
She made him feel like a maiden
aunt. If father belongs to the
darned thing I guess I rate it. Be-
sides you'll take good care of me.
won't you?" Her smile was provoca-
tive Michael wanted, for an instant.
to shake her But she was friendly.
he told himself Like a cuddlesome
little kitten, almost. Not all the per-
sons around here were really
friendly.
Besides, I can sign checks" Sally
ratified on, as if with pure artless-
ness. Don't think I'm dragging you
into gyp joint. Specially when you
told me about your mortgage and all.
Why, Michael I think you're per-
fectly wonderful"
She had her hand on his arm.
She was all gentleness and winning
sweetness. Yet Michael hesitated.
TO Be COntinued)