The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1936-03-14

IL SageS, for instance, was one of
Bills ideas. 1t had come about be-
cause Toby wasn't allowed to re-
ceive telephone calls at the store.
She and Bill had been walking
past the little drug store one night,
talking over this problem, when
suddenly Bill halted. Look" he said
lin there. Here's how we'll do it
He had drawn her inside the drug
store, pointing TO the telephone
booths. Then and there the scheme
was born. There were two booths
and they picked the one at the
right
1t was agreed that when Bill had
message for Toby he was to write
it and slip it between the pages of
the directory.
Opening the book, Toby's eye had
lighted on name at the top of the
page.
"Finklewitz," she said. Lets use
this page. 1t will be easy to re-
member"
TINE plan had worked WELL too.
i Both Toby and Bill passed the
drug store on their way to and
from work each day. Wednesday
evenings Toby always stopped to
see if there was message, because
Wednesday was the night she and
Bill ate dinner together.
They had been doing this for six
or seven weeks now. Toby had
known Bill longer than that =
years, actually. He had lived in
the same block in Jackson Heights
as Toby'S aunt
Bill roomed with the Gilmores in
those days, two houses down the
block, and the Gilmeres were
friends of Aunt Gen. Toby had
been introduced to him.
Occasionally after that they met
on the street and one or the other
would say Pleasant day." or
Mice weather we're having" or
something of the sort.
Never anything more than that.
Toby had thought Bill was rather
good looking. He had crisp, crinkly
blue eyes, and she like the way he
wore his hat, the least bit back
from his forehead as though he
had damned it on in hurry.
He was Italian inch or so under
six feet-so that his square Shout
ders were not too broad.
He was young man who might
have played football Che had), but
looked as though he would be better
at basketball or tennis.
TINE acquaintance between the
l. two hadn't progressed beyond
this point-in fact, it hadn't
progressed at all. Toby left jack
son Heights after her aunt's death.
She had tried a number of room
ing places before she found the
small third-f1oor rear that was
such bargain.
Toby had so many things to
think about after that-looking for,
work, trying to save nickels and
dimes, remembering that. no mat
ter how disagreeable, "the custo-
mer is always right hadn't
given thought to Bill Brandt.
And then one day as she was
leaving Bergman's for a breath of
air at her lunch hour, she sudden
~ saw familiar pair of broad
shoulders. The next moment she
recognized them. 1t was the young
man from jackson Heights!
Bill saw Toby, too, and hesitated.
She had smiled and he had halted
and presently they were talking.
1t was almost like a meeting of old
friends. Toby told him where she
was living and few nights later
he had telephoned.
Toby enjoyed That evening. They
went to movie and she learned
considerable about Bill Brandt. He
was "a years DID, and he worked for
an advertising firm.
He'd done a lot of other things
been newspaper reporter, trav-
eled for a magazine agency, spent
a summer on construction crew,
even written short stories-which
nobody bought.
Toby thought it was fascinating,
hearing about the things Bill had
done. Some day, he told her, he
was going to have an advertising
agency of his own. Toby believed it.
y
A ND so, for six or seven weeks
L n now, they had been dining to-
gether on Wednesday nights, 60
ing 10 movies, riding on buses,
walking along streets of the great
city where the language spoken all
about them was foreign and it was
easy to imagine oneself in far-off
country.
Grand times, they had been. Rid
ing, walking, talking-but mostly
talking.
This particular Wednesday, Toby
and Bill met at the cafeteria and
presently we're seated at table