The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-07-04


tea Mrs. Darrach broughtsto them.
Within. Katharine slept and WOKE
and slept again. The swift desert
twilight closed in and lamps were
lighted
Wen leave her in your hands
then. young man. said Evelyn Vln-
cent rather sternly. TO Michael.
The Millards. now that they were
certain Katharine was out of dan
ger. we're anxious to push on to tht
ranch. Dirk had gagged his time
rather closely. He had to make ar
eastern train in another 48 hours
And there we're no accommodations
for Miss Vincent here. Much as she
disliked to do it, she had decided tC
leave Katharine in Michaels care.
He has a splendid face Hilds
said pansively. L took to him right
from the start. You kOnw l car
always tell about people, - she went
on dreamily. I had a cook once
+ The minute I aid eyes on her sale
to myself, that woman is a bad one
But we were hard pressed, having
a dinner party or something, and SC
I hired her. She stayed on for a
week, and 10 you know she walked
of with the spOOnS?'
VELYN VINCENT was rather
L cross and very tired. She longed
with all her fastidious British soul
for a bath in the coral colored tub
at Silencia-a rushing, luxurious
bath with plenty Of lemon-varbe1a
CRYSTALS staining the water and huge
sponges and a fat cake of soap and
mammoth towels.
What's that got to do with this
young man who says he's Katha-
rine's husband?" she snapped.
We'll. it's what.I was just saying, .
murmured Hilda, pouring another
cup and pushing back her hair with
weary gesture. i said you could
always tell by a persons face, and I
like this young mans, and he must
be all right. Isn't that so, Dirk?''
she appealed to her husband.
Il guess so, honey" Dirk Millard
looked tired and dirty The desert
sand had made deep grooves in his
lantern face. 1t had been a ter
rible day-one they would talk
about, telling the story with a thou
sand embellishments, for years to
come.
Il think perhaps 1 should stay,
Miss Vincent fretted. After all, /
am virtually in charge of the child
1t doesn't seem quite proper
Nonsense" yaWned Hilda, pat
ting her disordered blond locks
With a nurse and Mrs. Darragh
for chaperons. I don't see very well
how you could do anything. Besides
a bride doesn't need a chaperon. At
least. if she does, I've never heard
about it."
Frank WINGED at this. but Hilda
always happily unconscious of an
others reactions to her gay chatter,
rambled on.
Hell bring her back to Silencia
after a few days, when she's ready
to travel, and they can 60 on, pick
ing up what suppose was an inter-
rupted honeymoon-probably they
quarreled-and everything will be
lovely. Young love-" sighed Hilda
sentimentally. Il do so adore it.
Delightful time of life, I always say.
Il don't agree" said Dirk, grim
ming and showing his big, fine teeth
It's hellish. What say, Frank?'
He gave the young man beside him
brotherly nudge, and Frank
grunted angrily and sank deeper
into the collar of his coat.
Frank was INDUCING in the luxury
of a sized hatred for Michael
Heatheroe who had come Winging
out of the sky, out of nowhere, to
rescue the golden girl with the mys-
FERROUS eyes. Now the fellow claimed
that girl as his wife.
We'll, come along, everybody,
said Dirk presently, the words end
ing in a prodigious yawn. you
know we Millards pride ourselves on
never doing any night driving, but
we've got to get going tonight if we
expect to reach the ranch by sun
down tomorrow"