The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1936-05-16
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PROVIDED
BY MoribeIIe Masters

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for the remainder of his vacation
anyway, and wrote Molly to that eff
feet.
He saw Marion Binney constantly
and people, seeming romance, kind
ly invited them out together. One
night after dinner at his own house,
Mr.. Evans took Dave to his study
and bestowing an excellent cigar
upon him, remarked:
n II
IRON what you tell me of Molly
Il Blake, I realize she is a sweet
little thing, but, my boy, is she ca
pable and efficient like Marion
Binney?"
She's the SWEETEST person in the
whole world" defended Dave hotly.
Il don't doubt that. But Marion
now, besides being just as good a
housekeeper as Ler mother would
be great help to q man in bust
ness, his own business, should say.
OF course, being married to Molly
this wouldn't matter so much be-
cause you would still be punching
a time clock. Provided, however,
you use YOU head and marry
Marion Binney :"
I'm in love with Molly" replied
Dave firmly but not quite as firmly
as he had spoken the first time Mr..
Evans discussed the matter with
him. Doesn't that count more
than owning my own business?"
"Helj's bells" said Dave to himself
that night later on, as, Struggled
comfortably in Uncle Joe's big ma
hogany bed, he pondered Mr..
Evans disturbing remarks. PRO
vided is the rottenest word in the
entire English language!"
1t finally came to the last day of
Dawes vacation and he must either
90 back to his job in New York or
lose it. What's more, he had to
make decision tonight-now
When the realization of this fact
struct him he was, as usual, at the
Binneys.
II ET'S go to the movies" sug-
IL gested Mr.. Binney after dinner,
Mae West is there tonight. I like
Mae"
mol" answered Mrs. Binney
smiling, but with a peremptory
ring in her voice, 81 wish to go for
a drive"
But, don't" protested Mr.. Bin
ney. His wife'S mouth frightened
perceptibly as flashing a look at him
she said
please don't discuss it any fur
Their, Frederick. We are going for
a drive"
Mr.. Binney said no more. Obvi-
ously the years had taught him the
futility of argument. Before I'd
exclaimed Dave to himself. A mo-
ment later somewhat thoughtfully
he walked into the big, cool living
room where Marion was sitting on
chintz covered sofa.
Marion looked up with smile and
indicated a seat beside her. For the
fraction of a second Dave hesitated.
He didn't want to sit there because
Marion had told him to. Marion
patted the cushion again. He really
couldn't refuse now without being
rude.
THE sofa cushions were soft and
Il deep-too soft, too deep. Dave
had just risen from one of the best
dinners he had ever eaten in his
life, and delightful sense of phys
zeal well being lulled him gently
and he gradally forgot that Marion
had told him where to sit.
"Dave!" she exclaimed in tone
exactly like her mothers, that
necktie you have on is simply terri
bic. You must never wear brown"
AS it so happened, Dave was very
fond of brown and also of this neck
tie. But, if Marion were his wife
right now would that make any diff
ference? And what about his socks
and his shirts and his pajamas?
Would she pick on those, too? Be-
fore Dawes eyes flashed picture of
the meek figure of Mr.. Binney as he
walked obediently in the direction of
the garage, Abruptly, Dave rose to
his feet, made some laughing re-
joiner concerning the necktie and
politely took his leave. Maybe he
and Molly would be poor as mice, but
at least he's be allowed to choose
the color of his clothes. AS for his
own business-hell's bells! Married
to Marion Binney and Uncle Joe's
drug store would be run by her.
Twenty minutes later saw him in
Mr.. Evans study.
TIM sorry to disappoint you, sir"
l. said Dave, looking the old boy
straight in the eye, but nobody is
going to tell me who to marry!"
II hope your Uncle Joe heard that
remark" replied Mr.. Evans.
"Why?"
Because, provided you were man
enough to make it, his will goes on
to say that you are then to inherit
all his money, instead of a measly
$4,000, and three more drug stores
over in Plainville, which you uncle
owned secretly. Dave, you'll be rich"
lettering to a chair, Dave sank
down. After a minute he asked
weakly:
What's the meaning of all this
Arabian Nights stuff"
Its very simple. Uncle joe had
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