The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-06-15
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CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
ZOE PARKER said briskly, Il envy
Il you" She was curled up in
a corner Of Katharine's chaise
lounge. watching the packing. FL
len had brought piles of folded,
freshly ironed silk things; there
were stockings in neat rolls.
Katharine lifted heavy eyes. She
cid not speak. She moved these
days almost as in a trance. Even
the exciting fact that her father had
agreed to the western trip did not
surprise her. She was apathetic.
You'll adore the West" Zoe said
emphatically. Il did. I want to
live there some day-have a dude
ranch or something"
She would be on the train to-
night, Katharine told herself.
They'd be riding far away from
here, leaving a memory Of pain be-
hind. She folded her jodhpur
breeches and laid them in a drawer
Of the trunk. Zoe prattled on. she
seemed, to the casual eye, entirely
recovered from her long illness. Her
rounded prettiness was not quite so
exuberant now. But she was as
pretty and nearly as gay as before.
I saw John Kaye in town the
other day." she said brightly. Hes
such a darling. Why don't you sign
him Up before you go? If l were
you I'd be afraid some one else
would ="
What on earth do you mean?"
cried Katharine, struck.
Don't be silly" Zoe advised.
you know perfectly well he's mad
about you. Has been for ages"
Katharine shook her head. Hon
estly, haven't the faintest notion
what you're talking about"
i didn't ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
be-so-dumb, said Zoe, punctu-
atiny the sentences with bites Of
bon bon.
You're imagining things as
usual, my child" Katharine cried.
"Johnny's a good friend. We've
never got past the handshaking
part, really"
She paused, flushed. Remember
ing that one kiss he'd given her.
But it had been a brothers kiss.
ZOE was hanging over the win
II dow sill now, peering down into
the garden.
rs that Mack Dareau out by the
f1oat?" she demanded. Never mind,
darling. I don't think it is. Some
crazy fools trying to break his
neck doing the jack-knife. q.
What was I saying?"
Talking about john" katharine
said dryly. If you kept talking like
this it helped. You weren't able to
think of the sick feeling of despair
you had, waking and sleeping.
"Oh. yes. Well, if you don't want
DR.. Kaye you're passing up some
thing awfully good" Zoe said por-
tentously.
. He never axed me, sir, she said. ="
"Oh, that!" Zoe dismissed the
mere formality of a proposal with
an airy wave of the hand. You
could get him to easily enough"
Think so "
yes, I do. And furthermore, "
Zoe unused. L think he's one OF the
most fascinating men ever met in
all my life. He was so darned sweet
to me when 1 was i'll.
They were both silent for min
ute. John Kaye had saved her life;
there was no least doubt of it.
After a bit Zoe said briskly, We'll,
that's that. And you're not hav-
ing any?"
I'm not having any," Katherine
told her. Your imagination is run
ming away with you
Berthe came in just then with
some fussy directions and COM
plants, and the conversation quite
naturally languished.
Katharine was glad to be fur
iously busy. 1t gave her no time to
sit and brood. She had heard that
Michael Heatheroe had returned to
Innicock. The very fact that he
had failed to come to her established
in her mind the suspicion that the
marriage ceremony of the week be-
fore had been a cruel joke.
Violet had promised to see about
the annulment in Katharine'S abb
sence. She could trust Stanley Mer-
ser: the affair would be handled as
decently and quietly as possible. And
if. in the end, news of it leaked out,
at least Katharine would be miles
away from her stepmother's rage
and surprise.
At 5 o'clock her packing was fin
ished. Zoe had gone to some tennis
matches, promising to return later.
Katharine. unable to sit still, wear
ing the rather crumpled white frock
she had worn all day, jumped into
her car and drove at a furious pace
Up and down the roads bordering the
town. She kept assiduously away
from River Road.
CHE ran into the beauty shop
- where Isabel worked and found
that volatile little creature in tears.
Miss Betsey had gone home. There
were no customers about. Isabel
had felt free to indulge her fit of
the blues"
She sat behind the manicure ia
BILE, getting out the dozen and one
glittering small tools and emery
boards. Drying her eyes.
Don't mind me. Miss Strykhurst.
Surely I can give Won a quick doing