The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-12-24
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BY Man Raymond sceerish. Nek .o,,

| tai shock, setting his reasoning
faculties to functioning.
And here was Dana, beautiful
and desirable as ever, wearing the
dress she had worn on the night
he had planned to propose, when
he had plunged off his course after
that emotional outbreak of Nancy's.
Later he had let matters drift
awaiting a more propitiouS time
feeling vaguely that some current
was at work which kept Dana from
being completely aware of him. Then
had come the storm and their quar-
rel.
You're beautiful in white. Dana,
Ronnie said. More beautiful than
any other girl in any other color"
The way you turn a casual COM
pliment into the most unusual fat
tery!" Dana laughed up at him.
Are compliments banned now
that you're married?"
Certainly not! I need them more
than ever. Every married woman
faces the bugaboo of having her
friends say behind her back Poor
dear, she's getting positively shah
by"
Ronnie smiled. 81 can't picture
you in that class. If any man ever
allowed you to get shabby-well he
ought" Ronnie stopped.
Ought to lose you," Ronnie re-
piled slowly.
Dana's eyes net his. Ronnie
flushed under her direct look.
Good heavens, Dana. You know
I was just generalizing
Naturally" Dana treasured him
How could you be talking about
me?"
| COMEHOW, though, she felt net
~ tied. 1t had been utterly ridic-
ulous of Ronnie to think she might
take the remark personally.
Because I don't look shabby, >
she thought proudly. And Scott
would never let me bel"
If they continued to run around,
partying so much, she would need
a new evening dress. She wouldn't
think about it now. This white
one would do nicely for a while.
And perhaps they wouldn't have
so many invitations. People al
ways invited newly married peo-
pie out and then, after a while,
the novelty wore off and they left
them alone.
A few weeks later Dana and Scott
decided to pay off some social OBJ
legations by giving a small dinner
Get maid in to help you," Scott
suggested.
Il don't need any help" Dana as
sured him. Cooking for six peo-
pie isn't much more trouble than
cooking for two"
Brave words. Dana was to recall
them later. She decided to serve
chicken. She had roasted chicken
several times before, and it had been
delicious. An aspic salad would be
easy to make and always looked
nice, with its bright heart nesting
in crisp green lettuce leaves. She
would have candied sweet potatoes
asparagus tips, hot rolls from the
bakers. And angel food cake with
grated pineapple and a dash of
whipped cream on it was a fool
proof desert.
Dana began preparations for dim
ner at an hour which allowed a
safe margin for dressing. What
happened to the time, what be-
witched the hours was something she
was to puzzle over and never FIND
the answer. Rushing wildly from
one task to another in her haste to
retrieve lost time only aggravated
her misfortunes.
In the end, there was Scott, has
tening home after a hard day that
had Melted him absolutely nothing,
to find Dana with a flushed face,
wildly flouriShing spoons.
"How's my gal?" Scott called as
he entered the apartment.
"Oh, Scott" walled Dana. I'm
all right, but everything else is
ruined"
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