The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-06-03
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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

II Al HARlNE brought her car 10
N 70 a stop before the drug store,
tho windows OF which we're emilia
zoned and placarded with pictur-
esque Inducements. A life-sized
cardboard figure Of a blond girl
ornamentcd the left-hand corner.
Issuing from her mouth was a bal
loon explaining that daily use Of
some sort Of patented product gave
her that rose and gold complexion.
Two or three shabbily dressed
men loafed in the shade Of the bank
building. A child on roller skates
came coaSting dizzily down the in
cline and took the corner on high,
both arms Spread-eagled for bal
ance.
Katharine. nodding to Mrs. En-
dance. who ran the lending library,
disappeared into the drug store.
She had a great many small errands
10 do for Berthe. there was soap
and witch-haz and mending tape
and black ink on the list.
The cut-rate drug store represent
ed one Of Bertines pet economies.
She could have telephOned to Cap
lan's. Just around the corner, and
had ali the purchases delivered,
as most Of the persons down on
the Point did But. while she could
be wildly extravagant in larger mat
ters. she drew the line here.
Katharine gave her order abb
q Ill
counter. She was not thinking of
her errands. She was rejecting,
with some surprise, that it was
really easier than she had thought
10 forget the tall. slate-eyed young
man who sat his horse so easily
and who had ridden quite sudden
ly and unexpectedly into her life
last year. Michael Heatheroc.
She had learned to control leap
ing pulses when his name was
spoken. She had learned to &C
cept. without sick plunging of the
heart, the incredible news that he
was going to marry the cOquettish
Sally Moon.
Well, and so what? she asked
herself. He's nothing to you. never
was-and never will be. You have
life to liye-20, 30 perhaps 40
years more. After all. she was not
81 yet. and she was strong, vigorous.
full OF an energy not to be denied.
"HE answer was this: YOU didn't
4 sit around signing for man
who cared nothing about you and
never did. That was only done in
the days of your Victorian great
grandmother You found something
to do. and you did it as best you
could
Other Girls did it. Every day in
the week. The shops. the settle
ment houses. the Junior League
classes were fun of them. Eager
faces. curved. rosy lips. bright eyes
Not all of them carried broken
hearts about with them. Few-very
few. A broken heart was hopeleSsly
out OF date Like a hoop skirt.
Only she wished she might not
ever catch a glimpse of either one
of Michael or Sally-again
She hoped they might go out TO CAL
ifOrnia or Hawaii-anyWhere that
was definitely far and removed from
Innicock. Then she could take up
her sketching. her delicate, definite
water colors that Evelyn Vincent
said were actually Salable; she could
make something of her life.
Some day, perhaps years ano
years in the future. some shadowy
dark. tall man would come along
She would tell him it wasn't i'm her
to care. really. any more: but ne
would persuade her. against her will
and her better judgment, 20 marry
him.
Black ink. did you say. miss?'
The gangling clerk was staring at
her frankly.
Yes She came out of her day
dream TO look at him abStractedly
She had her purchases now. IN
a neat package wrapped in white
paper and tied round with green
cord. The library next. to return
the Angela Thirkell book. Wild
Strawberries" What a delightful
book it had beenl So light and
gay and easy. and with the love
affair resolving itself so simply into
happiness. If only life we're a little
more like that
She sighed. turning to go Two
rather bulky men, in stiff city
clothes. stood aside to let her pass
They we're frankly strangers IN
Innicock. where you knew every
one. from the man who swept the
streets and rejoiced in the simple
name of Christmas" to the boys
who sold the daily paper.
Katharine was aware of them