The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-01-17
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ner drawing her toward MIN DuJ
almost as quickly it receded.
Don't. Carlos. pleased SOrce one
\ viii see YOU" she demonstrated.
Later when they had left he
car she tried to resume their for
mer friendly footing. With her
arm through his they walked up the
deserted street toward her home.
Don't be cross with me, Carlos!
What have I done?"
There are girls in San Francisco
who are crazy to dance with me-"
7 know that"
They wouldn't expect me to take
them out and give nothing in re-
turn"
What do you mean?"
You won't even kiss me"
I am not interested in kissing"
You don't know anything about
it."
Maybe I don't want TO-"
He seized her hand.
L could teach you, Treasure.
Same as have to dance. Why do
you think I've spent my evenings
of all these weeks practicing as
we have2"
I thought you wanted me for a
tango partner"
L want you for a sweetheart
he cried snatching her into his
arms. Think of the fun We can
nave. I'll take you dancing every
Saturday night"
She struggled against the i'm
pOrtunity of his embrace.
No. CarlOsl I can't. I love to
dance with you but III never be any
bodys sweetheart"
of course you will"
Il won't" she insisted.
You'll probably marry the next
guy that comes along he prophe-
sled bitterly.
No, I won't. I've seen enough
of marriage to keep out of it the
rest Of my life"
DO you mean your old man?"
YES"
rs he as mean to your mother
as ever?"
Yes" the girl said, ashamed. I'D
rather die than have to live he way
she does"
But I wouldn't be like that"
How do I know you wouldn't?
Do YOU suppose she expected him
to be like that before she married
him?"
Carlos shrugged. They were APP
preaching her porch and the main
issue was a kiss and not the rela-
tiOnship of Treasures parents. Slip
ping a hand beneath the girls round
chin he pleaded, Wont you even
kiss me good night?"
\ She did not refuse but the kiss
Nne took was as sweetly indifferent
as if it had been stolen from a child.
Good night, Carlos! It was nice
of you to take me dancing"
~ARLOS sighed and hurried down |
~ the steps as she opened the |
door. Mike McGuire's RACES were |
too well known in the neighborhood |
to be provoked unnecessarily.
But although the lights were on |
in the living room it was Treasures |
mother who was waiting. She sat |
huddled in an old shawl before a |
fireless CRATE and the face that she |
lifted to her daughter was so sod
den with misery that Treasure cried I
involuntarily. Whats he done
nOw?"
He's gone" Ellen Mcclure said.
Her faded hair hung in wiSpS |
across her pinched cheeks. She had |
never even as a child looked young |
and now, although she was only 19 |
years older than her daughter, she |
looked more like 81 than the 81 she |
really was.
He said he was tired of us ALL"
the mother sobbed. HE was mad
because I'm going to have another
baby"
Treasures eyes flashed.
He would be. How can you cry
about it? I should think you'd be
. glad to be rid of him"
But he's taken his pay check
How can We get along without it?"
Treasure looked at the doors which |
led into the three bedrooms.
Terry and I can quit school and
60 to work" she declared. Don't |
worry. mama. We can manage
some way"
Ellen had shaken her head with |
doubt but finally consented to go
to bed. where she lay shivering with
apprehension.
1t was the same bed where IS
years ago she had lain. pallid and
exhausted while her newborn child |
howled at her side.
Its a girl. Ellen" the neighbor
woman who had been with her dur
ing the long confinement said SYM
pathetically.
Tears rolled from the young
mothers closed eyelids.
Mike will be mad about it." she
whimpered.
The other woman tossed her head.
IF Mike MCGUIRE had been here
to see what you've been through he'd
be grateful for anything"
He said he'd never forgive me if
his first child was a girl.
Maybe he'll feel different about
il when he sees what a darling she
is"
The mother stretched an eager
arm toward the bundle on the bed.
rs she pretty?" she demanded.
"Prettiest baby ever saw. She
looks like a little doll"
III love her enough for both OF
!, us" Ellen said tenderly. Little
NTreaSurel My Treasured"
The name stuck. Nike MCGUIRE,
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