The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1936-04-20

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Co., where Jim Wheeler was an of
flee manager. Connie was so In
love with Jim Wheeler that the fact
she was now actually having din
ner alone with him in restaurant
seemed too wonderful to be any
thing but q dream.
Connie never thought that this
was of particular Importance till
the night of her first dance five
years before, when sitting alone
against the wall she watched the
pretty girls turn down partners.
1t hurt cruelty because it was sc
unfair but right then and there
she realized there were two paths
open to her. She could either
throw up her hands and be bitter
about the whole business, or else
start the very next day and see
what might be accomplished if she
honestly tried to make the most
of the meager gifts with which
Nature had endowed her what's
more, be pleasant about it, too
Being very sensible young wom-
an, Connie chose the latter course
1--WE years of adhering closely to
IL her resolutions turned Con-
ME from fat, round shouldered,
doWdy little person with neglected
hair and always the wrong clothes,
into an alert, smart looking young
woman Known as the best dressed
girl N town. Comics budget was
more than limited but early in the
game she discovered it didn't take
money to look well; it took in
telligent thought.
1t took pains, that's what it took.
a that's what Connie gave it.
Tonight, for instance, as she sat
opposite Jim her black crepe de
chine was exactly right-one piece,
streamlined, plain, no bows or scarfs
or fussy trimming to make her look
shorter than she really was.
She was glad she had worn it
for she read approval of her ap-
pearance in Jim's gray eyes. Sud-
denly, he leaned across the table
and looked at her steadily.
There was little pause; Jim in
variahly gave the impression that
he thought before he spoke.
IL Think you're the incest girl ]
L. ever knew" he said. The re-
mark in itself wasn't so hot, but the
way he said it made Comics heart
thump.
I'm not much to look at" she
murmured in reply.
You'll never make Miss Amer
ica,' observed Jim truthfully, "but
what you are shows so plainly in
your face that :" then he began
to founder, perhaps realizing that
girls don't want men to say things
like that; they want them to saw
your eyes are like twin stars. YOUR
hair defies the ravens wing and SO
forth.
So he added rather lamely, Con
ME, think q man who falls for
looks alone is a sap. The woods are
full of girls with nothing to their
credit but neat ankle or a swell
pair of lamps"
Almost any one Of these very
girls would have extracted a pro-
posal from Jim in his next breath
but not Connie. When a man
asked her to marry him she want
ed him to do it all.
Anyway, at that precise instant
a tac.less waiter brought in two
plates of soup which seemed to
break the spell, for Jims next re-
mark was an impersonal one. But
even so, Comics instinct told he1
he was beginning to care.
Jim was a slow mover, when he
told girl he loved her it would be
for keeps. Secure in her belief, she
was content to wait.
TINE next afternoon at the office
Il Connie sat at her desk sup
posedly making lists for old j. D.,
the boss. Only, she wasn't. The lists
were lying unseen before her because
she was thinking of Jim, whom she
could see now across the room.
She was thinking, too, of the dance
she went to so long ago al which
she had decided not to sulk through
life because her nose was too big
and the color of her eyes displeasing.
en- who fall for looks alone are
S sounded as distinctly in Con-
les ears as though Jim were &C.
tually saying it to her again. Am I
happyl said Connie to herself and
as she said 1t the office clock struck
four.
AS the last stroke died away the
outer door opened and in walked
the most beautiful girl Connie had
ever seen in her life. She was tall
with perfect figure, naturally
curly blond hair. sapphire eyes, in
credible eyelashes and a skin that
would shame rose.
She was the type that needn't
consider clothes for she could wear
any model, any color. any shape. If
she never went to the hair dressers
it wouldn't matter and to cold cream
her face at night would only be a
waste Of time.
IT WISH to see Mr.. j. d. Jones"
Il said the girl rudeiy.
- Mr.. Jones is busy. May I take
q message?" replied Connie.
II will go in. I am his niece,
Miss Jones' and she brushed past
Connie toward the door marked
private But before she disap-