The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1936-04-21

hold Bart-well, why not give this
new one a chance?
Half way upstairs, her heart
missed beat. Suppose Bart should
take one look at her-and burst
out laughing?
But Bart did not burst out
laughing. He did not even smile.
For the simple reason the apart
ment was empty. No Bart. No
Rennie.
Virginia, like a mechanical doll,
stood transfxed in the doorway.
She stared at the cluttered gateleg
table, mute testimony of a charm
ing dinner shared by two.
She gathered up some maya
zines, which had been left on the
floor; strobe angrily into her bed
room, and was amazed to find none
of Rennie's clothes strewn about
the place. She slammed a dresser
drawer closed-and discovered the
note Rennie had so thoughtfully
left for her.
Grimly she hung on to the note:
Dear Cinny. Don't think 7
am ungrateful, doing it this way.
But couldn't face you tonight.
AS soon as I can, I will write.
Thanks-for everything.
RENNIE.
VIRGINIA took a long breath.
V 80" she said aloud, as
though any voice would help so
we went off and got married and
poor little Ginny, the great big
ninny, could stay home and wash
the dishes -"
1t was not a noble sentiment. Had
Bart Weymeyer jumped out from
behind a chair, Ginny would have
been ashamed of herself. But Bart
did not jump out at her. The room
seemed suddenly a tomb.
Her eyes were full of ashamed
tears, her chest hurt like a sore
toe, but she still could see. That is,
when she looked in the bedroom
mirror. She almost screamed 4.
An absurd new face-with it's
shredded wheat eyes-moped back
at her. Il look Ounce she sniff
fled. Il am Ounce. No wonder
lost him And I don't care if I
did, I wouldn't want a man who
couldn't be trusted three evenings
with another woman Just be-
cause her lashes are long!"
The word was bombshell. The
beginning of reconstruction pc
Rod. For half an hour, Virginia
worked like dynamo, yanking off
silky lashes, scrubbing her small
face until it shone, brushing what
little remained of her hair until it
Stood-waveless now-in righteous
indignation upon the top of an I'M
bowed head
She dabbed cold cream all over
her face. The crimson nails dis
solved in a cleansing tissue. Then
she felt better.
CHE was through with beauty;
~ through with love. She had
good job. Well, she would keep
it. Right now she would put the
garbage pail outside the door, so the
janitor could get it, and then she
would go to bed.
But, alas, she reckoned without
breeze. Scarcely had she stepped
into the hall than-Zwaam. A
door banged shut behind her!
Whirling around, she clutched at
the old wooden bathrobe she wore.
Yes, it was her door, definitely
closed and locked. She swallowed
hard, thought fast. The janitor.
He would have a pass key.
Sneaking downstairs, she felt
like a burglar. 1t was like bad
dream. climaXed by silence in an
swer TO her knock on the janitor's
door.
"Oh, what shall I do?" she half
sobbed. And scurr:ed back to
the stairs.
Bart found her on the second
landing. Crept tight up on her
you might say. And there wasn't
any place Ginny could hide.
or die. She heard him repeating
her name, but she kept right on
running.
He had her shoulders in a tight
grip now, staring into a small,
frightened. greasy face.
What goes on here? Locked
yourself out?"
INNY said, "Ye-es. And your
VI wife. has my other key. IF"
Bart grinned and miraculously
produced key. oh" he said.
What woman could have stood
that? Ginny didn't who saw her
cry =. GO on back to her. I'm
I don't want company!"
Bart proceeded to wipe her face,
grease and tears alike, with the
handkerchief from his breast
pocket. "A fine way for hostess
to talk Especially after I was
kind enough to take your cousin
to the station"
virginia's mouth popped open,
but she couldn't say thing.
Sure" Bart went on. she might
have got kidnapped on the way.
It's different in Petersburg, she
tells me-"
Has she-gone homer In the
living room. Ginny dropped in a
chair. Has she gone-to stay?-
'Oh, she might come back some
time" Bart laughed, ito visit us.
in the country" He winked. BE
nice, won't it? I'll bet she would
love Connecticut. In Summer,
honey"