The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-06-08

i city and find Mr.. Downrigg-
was that the name?-at the Wal
dorf and beg him to keep the facts
out Of the newspapers. For a while,
at least.
Michael called Clarence and told
him he was going to New York and
wouldn't be back until the late train.
He ran the shabby little car around
and whirled down to the station.
The trip into we city seemed I'M
endurably To- Michael burned
with fever Of Impotence. Two
weeks from now-three weeks, any
how-the whole thing would be over
and done with. He and Katharine
would be en- route for Ireland to
see the castle. They would be start
ing out on the most marvellous, un-
practicable adventure in the world.
Marriage!
He'd never though much about it,
but it seemed to him, all at once,
the most glorious of adventures.
Katharine opposite him in a deep
chair. Lamplight and freight on
her exquisite face and fair hair .
Oh, he was a lucky man!
The train, after endless creak-
ing and groaning, finally drew up
reluctantly at the long concrete
platform. Michael was the first one
to leap off when the door swung
open. Up the ramp he strobe,
hatless and handsome in his worn
tweeds. Several home-going COM
muters, weary after a hot day on
baking streets, turned obviously to
watch him. There was something
almost winged about his walk.
He felt in his pocket for his wallet,
and with a muttered exclamation of
impatience remembered that he had
thrust it into a drawer just after
returning home from the momen-
tous journey with Katharine. Their
marriage certificate was in it E.
and most OF his money. But he had
some loose change and a dollar or
two in his trousers pocket, so he
could take a taxi.
q
d AIN had just descended upon
IN the city. PavementS which had
burned all day und.r the sun were
how sleek with rushing currents.
Brakes squealed as drivers drew up
at red lights.
Michael sank back in the leather
cushioned seat, trying to relax, to
compose his thoughts for the in
terview to come. Downrigg would
understand Michaels distaste for
publicity. The lawyer was Brit
isher and they were like that
The taxi driver, a sullen-looking
fellow with a cap pulled low over
his eyes, damned on his brakes
with a fearful, soul-curdling shrek.
There was dull impact, crash Of
glass. Michael felt a blow descend
ing, just before inconsistencies
mercifully blotted out the pain.
He was not aware of the gather
ing crowd, the ambulance that
presently came changing along. A
personable young man in worn
tweeds, he lay there, crumpled, hat
less, bruiSe on his forehead.
Looks like conclusion" the am
bulance doctor said. He was a spry,
fair youngSter with bright blue eyes.
Amy papers on hin-driVing license
or anything?"
This was in the emergency room
Of the hospital to which Michael
had been taken. The crisp nurse
shook her head. Not a thing, doc
tor. About 81. And yes-something
else. A plain gold wedding ring.
With no initials or anything in it.
Too small for him, though. A wom-
ans ring"
The young inferno whistIed softly.
He was young enough and new
enough at his job to be interested
and to be a bit romantic.
wedding ring, hey? Looks like
some gal gave him the air."
Michael did not hear or see the
persons bending over him. He wan
dered in the borderland; in his
dream Katharine's face was smiling
at him.
D.