The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1936-05-02

n Chinese, as you might imagine.
1t was run by woman thoroughly
American. All wool and a yard
wide; known far and wide as Miss
Lottie. And her restaurant was
named after her cat, Celeste.
Miss Lottie was fat, fiftyish, and
born mother If ever there was
one. For years she had cooked and
served the best 60-cent dinners in
Tuckahce, and she could have got
rs If she had asked it-without add
ing a grain of salt
But what's the use being greedy?"
Miss Lottie would say. Good luck
amt something you can buy. You
only get it by doing good"
Well, maybe so. But there were
those who disagreed with her phil
osophy, even while they ate her de-
licious dinners.
You're too good to people, Bozy
Day told her, turning that hundred
eandle-power smile of his right into
her blinking eyes. You're too young
a woman to work without profit"
Miss Lotties florid face wrinkled
In fat grin. Con, Bozy :.
You're a kidder, that's what you
are" But she patted her nice grey
ing hair into place. Besides, you'd
be surprised at the nest egg I've got
laid away"
You don't say" Bozy murmured
absently, letting his brown eyes rest
admiringly on her plump figure. But
Bozy was thinking fast.
MIR. BOZY DAY could hardly
1VA keep his face straight. To
think of using the same tactics on
old Miss Lottie that he'd used sue
cessfully on danes in Broadway.
-. Real Lockers! Kids that
really had something's Well, it lust
went to show how easy women were,
and what ideas they put in mans
head.
Bozy honestly thought that. AS
near as he could figure, Miss Lottie
herself was to blame for the idea
which began to gnaw at him.
1t wasn't a nice idea; even Boy
knew that. But the fat old woman
had brought it on herself, hadn't
she? Did she imagine he was hang
ing around Tuckahoe all these weeks
just to. stroke her cats head? Bozy
hated cats
Did she imagine he enjoyed kid
ding around her dumb little restau-
rant? Look at his Times Square
clothes. Listen to this line of pat
ter Why, it was so fast, it met it.
self coming back?
But Lottie was too happy to ques-
ton Fate. 1t did not strike her as
odd that Bozy should pet her we'll
fed Maltese pet. What bothered Miss
Lottie was CeleSte's bad manners;
her Discrimination to make friends
with Mr.. Day.
WHEAT do you get your back
w up for?" she whispered to
the cat one night You show your
Ignorance that way. It's just like
lettin' him know you and me amt
used to handsome young men
helpin' round the place"
BY the time Bozy was writing the
daily menus, and-taking charge of
the cash register.
You ought to buy yourself car,
Miss Lottie," he suggested one night,
as he locked the door of the Ce-
lestial for her. Its getting near
spring. 1t would do you good to
rice some evenings" His long,
white hand. with its shiny nails,
closed round her fat elbow. Just
the right amount of pressure slid
from his fingers. i. +. You aren't
half good enough to yourself. You
need somebody to look after you"
"I've got Celeste" Miss Lottie
spared. She felt almost coy.
1t was spring.
"Oh--a cat Bozy poo-hooed
you need somebody to protect
you." In the dark, his thin lips
twitched, but he kept the chuckle
out of his voice. You need hus-
band, Lottie."
Miss Lottie, too, was grateful
Cor the dark. To have Boy call
her "Lottie" =. AS though she
were a very young girl No mis-"
tackled on to remind her.
"Oh, Bozy You mean-you
means"
II mean I want to marry you.
He seemed even taller than his
six feet one.
THEY were married the follow
4 ing week. Summer was not long
of, and Bozy had large plans made
for summer There was Hollywood
~. Too far to walk And that
cute little trick. Mini Martelli, who
had promised to wait for him there.
Now there was girl. Mini.
He waited almost a week, before
he reminded Miss. Lottie of the
car they were to have. But when
he saw the relic she finally bought
without so much as consulting
him = he was so furious that ne
kicked Celeste, Who had been
standing, watching him.
It was the wrong thing to have
done. Miss Lottie's face clouded.
Don't ever do that again. she
said, hopping her moist face. Il
love you. Boy but love
Celeste. too. I don't like temper
tantrums.
Boy laughed, and dragged his
eyes from the 1882 touring car
which stood outside the restaurant.
He laughed again.
a flne car she had bought.
Imagine that thing il HOLLYWOOD.