The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-05-14

! the hall, peeped within as she
passed, with an answering smile.
You're a worker. Kay. I've seen
you fling yourself into things. The
time OF that fire over in Burtville-
why, you we're only Is. and you
nearly killed yourself, rushing back
and forth"
Yes, but the trouble is" said the
girl, most Of the time there's really
nothing for me to do. Berthe runs
the house and the grounds and
daddy would like me to marry some
nice boy and be done with it."
Well, why don't you?"
Perhaps I will, some day; but
now
You ought to take nurses train
ing" John Kaye said suddenly in
the silence "That'd keep you busy"
"Oh, John, would you give me a
iob?"
Certainly. if you were nice ard
neat and only wanted Thursdays
off"
That's a bargain Look, I must
change for lunch now. Don't go
away, will you?"
DR.. Kaye stood up as she did. She
was conscious, in the cool room OF
some quality of strength about this
slender man with the quiet voice
and the easy smile.
Hurry back 1 have lots to tell
you"
Below the windows of her room
shadows dappled the burning green
of the lawn. In a far corner Giu- /
seppe adjusted the hose of a garden |
spray. Roses, white and pink and |
crimson, burned in the borders. AS |
she flung the warm, wrinkled linen |
garments from her she could hear |
Bertine's staccato tones and Johns /
deep voice in reply. A certain peace |
and contentment seemed to brood /
over the house.
II ATHARINE slipped her arms |
IN into the sleeves of a creamy
silk dressing gown with dark blue |
monogram worked upon the pockets |
and laced the heavy blue cord about /
her.
In bathroom whose tiles were /
the shade of the water in a shallow
pool she ran her generous tub. Ber-
tine might be a strenuous person to |
live with, but she was a good house
keeper. There were thick snowy
towels in the racks the bath salts |
and the fat balls of soap were
greeny- blue; the chrome fixtures |
shone. Sheer curtains, spotless
white, fluttered at the windows, and |
dolphins disported themselves on a |
green shower curtain.
Katharine, soaping and splashing,
had vision of herself in starched
white at an office door.
"Dr. Kaye? But he's expecting
you Mrs. Browning
She would be the one who would
count sponges at the grave opera
ton. She would save the little boy
gaSping for breath She would
have life work of her very own.
The day dream lasted through the
long, bright afternoon, through two
sets of tennis with John Kaye. 1t
lasted, in fact, until portly, pleasant
Mr.. Strykhurst came home to dinner.
Little Kay nurse? What nom
sense?"
He beamed at her. Nonsense,
my darling! Nonsense. Don't worry
your pretty head about the troubles
of the world"
"YOu mean I can't take training.
father?"
Just that, my dear"
John Kaye, across the lace
trimmed cloth, across the crystal
candlesticks, shook his head at her
warningly. She put her head down
to hide the sudden, traitorous tears.
Why, this was absurd. Daddy was
living in the Stone Age
Later, strolling with John on the
lawn in the dew-soaked twilight, |
trailing her sheer petal pink laces
after her, she said mutinously: |
Never mind. 1t won't be forever,
and he knows it,"
Hes a little bit old-faShioned |
Katharine " Johns deep, serene |
voice.
"A little bit! Berthe could help
me, but she won't. She's too anx-
ious to conform" He1 voice was
cold, angry Never mind" she
went on. Next spring when 1 get
my mothers money, I'll do as I
please"
She was very lovely in the half
light. The man beside her glanced
at her curiously. Those dark eyes
had lightened to many moods all
day.
Next spring, my dear" he said
easily. Many things may have hap
pened to you before then"
She flung back her mead with an
angry laugh. Don't make fun of
me, John Kaye" she said Moth
ing on earth ever happens to me"
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