The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-10-12
The G@EDEN:zEEATHER
by Robert Bruce opN "A srn.s

ing to quit that old Office and let
me take care Of you? That's what
you need"
1T IS nOt!" she snapped-and in
stantly became contrite at the hurt
look in his eyes. oh, Bobby, 1
didn't mean it that way" she said.
taking his hand But don't you see
i can't just drop everything and
marry you until you're really able
10 take care Of me. We can't jump
into marriage until we're ready for
it. Financially, I mean"
Instead OF being wounded by this.
Bobby only laughed.
That" he said with mock sad
ness, is what I get for being in
love with the daughter of a bank
president"
She flushed, and laughed ag-
grievedly.
You always make me sound like
a gold-digger,' she protested.
Well. I'm doing all right. these
days" he said. we could get along
fine"
Please, Bobby" she said. Lets
not argue about it tonight. Let's
let's go dance somewhere, or some
thing, and not quarrel
Good idea" said Bobby. Look
how about going back to the
Golden Feather again and seeing
life in the raw?"
She heSitated: and then told her
ooh oh rr-f,,
matter with you? You probably
won't bump into Sandy there, and
if you do, what of ito" Aloud she
said, An right-let's" So they went
out, got taxi, and went to the
night club.
TINE hour was early, and there
Il was only a handful of people
scattered about in the club. They
followed the headwaiter to a tabls
along the wall, and as they reached
it Bobby glanced idly at the couple
at the next table. His face lit up
with recognition, and Jean heard
him say, "Why-hello there"
She looked. There sat Sandy.
with a striking-looking girl in an
expensive purple frock. Jean was
aStonished to discover that her first
emotion, on seeing them, was a
small, instructive stab of jealousy.
Sandy got up and beckoned to
! them.
Look who's here" he said gaily.
Come on and sit with us. Here"
he mOtioned to the waiter to bring
chairs. This is Eve Lewis" he went
on, addressing Jean and Bobby. The
girl looked up and smiled in
friendly fashion. Eve, these are
he suddenly stopped and grinned.
''Doggoned if I haven't forgotten
your names" he said
Jean instantly thought, "He re-
members mine but he's forgotten
Bobby'S, and he doesn't want Bobby
to know" Bobby was completing
the introduction, as this thought
was going through her head, and a
moment later all four of them were
seated together.
If Jean had felt a twinge OF
jealousy it was evident that Eve
Lewis did not feel any similar emo
ton.
She was cordial and gay, and
seemed genuinely glad that they
had joined them. and Jean discov-
cred presently that she was quite
a likeable person.
Perhaps the girl was made up with
just shade too much care, and
her frock might have been nodded
to her figure with just a little too
much fidelity TO all the curves which
it was supposed to conceal-yes, she
really was a little bit flamboyant,
perhapS-but she had a nice smile
and pleasant voice, and her atti-
tude toward Sandy was not unduly
possessive.
The orchestra began to play.
'Will you dance, Miss Lewis?" asked
Bobby. She got up. "Okay," she
said. And by the way, it's Mrs.
Lewis" They glided off on the
dance floor. Sandy turned to Jean
with a quizzical grin. Dancer" he
asked. She shook her head.
Let's just sit here, if you don't
mind and since when have
you forgotten my name?"
His grin became broader.
That was all right, wasn't it?"
he asked. She smiled and nodded.
Your girl friend is nice" she said
presently.
oh, she's not my girl friend" he
said. I'm holding that job open
for you. She's the wife of a pal
Of mine. He's going to meet us
here pretty quick"
He looked toward the door.
There he is now"
A slight, black-haired man was
coming toward them. He wore a.
carefully tailored dinner coat, and
ne seemed to be something of 2
dandy. He reached the table and
Sandy introduced him as Mr.. Lewis.
He drew a fifth chair to the table.
AS he did so, Jean noticed idly that
he lacked an index finger on the
left hand
TO Be Continued