Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 190, Indianapolis, Marion County, 18 December 1931 — Page 31

DEC. 18, 1931.

THREE KINDS of LOVE • BY KAY CLEAVER STRAHAN

. |XHN here tod at F>£vtt?&.r C! S CILY * n<l MAHY-FRANCEB JTENWICK live with their grandparents, , we *' t h. now so Impoverished that th" n h*tJhol(l CeClly ‘ eaminßS SUDDOrt a'ateta have been orphaned since childhood. The arandoarents are known r,*’S* as •ROSALIE-’ and ORAND" and thev insist on keeping uo pretenses of their .'ormer wealth. Anne 28. and Cecilv. 22. do secretarial work and Marv-Franceg. 15. Is still in school. When the storv opens, Anne has been engaged to PHILIP ECROYD. youna lawyer, for eight years. , Cecilv brings BARRY MeKEEL home to dinner. It is evident that she is falllna in love with him. Marv-Frances has a telephone call from her friend, ERMINTRUDE. who is excited about the arrival of an actor known as EARL DE ARMOUNT. The •'two slrls make plans to meet him. Phil comes to see Anne. He is late and rather irritable. When he leaves he neglects to kiss Anne. Next afternoon Marv-Frances and Ermintrude bo down town, hoping to meet De Armount. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER NINE ERMINTRUDE, plumper and less favored with positive prettincss than was Mary-Frances, and hence her satellite, received the accusation at least indifferently. Since 9 o’clock the previous evening, omitting only the few grudged hourse given to sleep toward dawn, and the stupid interval spent in the high school classrooms, MaryFrances had talked unceasingly of her approaching romance. That she herself was slightly bored with the affair, Ermintrude would not have admitted. That she was fearful of proceeding further into it, Ermintrude had been admitting repeatedly and more and more urgently for eighteen hours. “Yes,” said Mary-Frances, “that is the trouble with you, Ermintrude.” “What Is?” asked Ermintrude. “That you’re like my sisters, Ann and Cecily, I told you. They think any old tiling like their jobs, or keeping that old house of ours for Grand and Rosalie, or my education, even, Is more important than love.” “Everybody says,” contributed Ermintrude, “that your sisters are awlully good girls.” “Well,” said Mary-Frances, as if the discussion had been one of racial characteristics and Ermintrude had remarked that Ann and Cecily •were white, “of course they’re good. Why shouldn’t they be good?” “Anyway,” said Ermintrude, “I don’t think you’d better, MaryFrances, I don't, honestly.” This tendency on the part of her friend for taking long backward conversational leaps instead of advancing in order had ever been, for Mary-Frances, a trying tendency. At the moment it was more exasperating than usual, because Ermintrude knew, since she had been thoroughly informed, that MaxyFrances’s whole life’s happiness depended upon successfully carrying through this coming venture. “Ermintrude Hill,” said MaryFrances, “sometimes you make me just sick and disgusted.” “Last night,” said Ermintrude, resuming her habits, retrograde, “you said yourself that there wasn’t another girl in M. H. S. who you’d talk to like you did me about life and living and everything. “Last night,” Mary-Frances conceded, “ycu were all right. You understood about ideals, and the importance of love and everything. "I don’t knew what’s got into you today. I guess you just don’t care about my life’s happiness being fulfilled nor anything.” “I do, too,” said Ermintrude, “but just the same I don’t think you should go back and pick up strange men on the street.” tt tt “ft'HtaT’S nice, isn’t it?” reproved 1 Mary-Frances bitterly. “And it was you your own self, over the phone last night, that said all about soul crying to soul and everything.” “Well,” Ermintrude gloomily admitted, “maybe I did. But just the same, if mother and daddy should find out that I picked up a strange man on the street they'd kill me. They'd just naturally kill me—that’s all.” “I suppose,” said Mary-Frances, spuriously matching Ermintrude’s gloom, “that you expect to get a long ways with your stage career, and receive ovations and every thing, without a bit of bravery. Not even a teeny bit of bravery." “Today, during algebra,’ said Ermintrude, “I kind of got to thinking about Peter, and I just almost decided to give up the stage for a career.” If Ermintrude, with this thin wedge, had hoped to open a discussion of her own alTairs, her hopes were unavailing. Rosymeade, by this

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time, had been left behind, and the girls were coming down a small hill covered with the lush, heady greens of Oregon’s uncultivated shrubbery. At the foot of the hill a sendee station sprouted, shining red and white in the sun. Mary-Frances clutched Ermintrude’* arm. “There! she said. “11l stop in there and fix up. They have a ladies rest room. It will be better than going on down to Palmers, like we’d planned.” “I don’t hardly think they’ll let you,” Ermintrude objected “Without a car or anything.” “They'd just better try to stop me,” threatened Mary-Frances. She was a female thing, questing for love and beauty. Her tiny nostrils dilated slightly. * tt n THE attendant at the service station, pleasantly named Albert Jolly and as British as “Zed,” had noticed two girls, whom he might have described as sweetly comely, approach and cross his graveled corner. He had noticed them, and busy with his pumps and his oil cans, he had promptly forgotten them. He was vaguely startled, fifteen minutes later, when he saw the two young persons again in his graveled corner. Albert was at an age when all youth looked much and beautifully alike to him. Still, he had retained an impression that the blue little lady was a bit more agreeable to the eye than was the stockier brown little lady. He looked again at the blue little lady, and his eyes opened wide, and his jaw went down a trifle, and murmuring and distinctly troubled he returned to his pumps and oil cans. Mary-Frances had resolved that, for once in her life, she was going to look decent. The lipstick, which had done double duty for cheeks and lips, had been purloined from Cecily, as had the clown-white powder, undimmed by the tan and the pink powders with which Cecily carefully blended it. The cork for the eyelashes and eyebrows had been burned in Ermintrude’s bedroom the night before; the bluing for the eyelids had been removed from the large bottle in the Hills’ kitchen to a small vial that morning. There could be no doubt as to the altered appearance of MaryFrances. Ermintrude, looking again at her friend as they left the gravel and gained the sidewalk, declared, “You’re a perfectly ravishing beauty, Mary-Frances, darling. And, my, but you look old! Honest, no fooling, you look almost—jaded.” Which was delivered as high homage, and which was so received. tt a u THE girls went on, past Rosymeade’s Development and Realty Company, down Tanner street, past Ike Crombley’s New and Second-Hand Furniture Company, past the Sans Souci Apartments, past the post showing the sign, "Fenwick avenue”; and if the old street, dappled with sunshine through its spreading locust tress, attempted enticements or invocations they were neither seen nor heard. A rounded comer brought MaryFrances and Ermintrude to Mrs. Van Slycke’s Delicatessen Shop, and automatically they stopped before its windows; fascinating salads, golden with mayonnaise; bowls of creamy cottage cheese; cakes towering luscious layers of cocoanut and Chocolate; hams, cut to pink’s own perfections; olives Oily green, and pungent dill pickles, and pies, and little rolls—all only a glass window away at 4 o’clock on a warm spring hungry afternoon. “I’m starved,” stated Ermintrude. “I’m just naturally starved. Let’s hurry right back to our house and get something to eat. We went to your house yesterday.” Mary-Frances, too, was torn by the teeth of hunger, but path and purpose lay clear before her, and, though she turned from the window with a heart-heavy sigh, she took Ermintude’s arm and pulled it and said, “Oh, for pity’s sake! Come on, can’t you?" Ermintrude’s opposition, which, possibly because of the amazing success attending the venture for beauty, had been constrained since the girls had left the service station, now gushed forth, surcharged with feeling. “Yes, but, Mary-Frances Fenwick, I don’t think you ought to. I think

you’d lots better give it all up right now and go in for a college career.” ft m tt ANN, at her desk in the office of the Redfem Plumbing and Heating Company, looked again at the clock on the wall. Twenty-five minutes past 4, and Phil had not telephoned to her all day long. Usually, at least, when things went wrong in the evening, Phil telephoned to her early the next day—not to make love: Phil did not approve of love making over the telephone—but to reassure her, to let her know* that he was not angry, to make an engagefhent for the evening. It w r as mean of him not to telephone today. She would have called him gladly, but Phil thought it not quite nice for girls to telephone to men. It was mean of him. Getting a number was so easy. Waiting for a message—waiting for anything was hard. (To Be Continued) Mr. Fixit Writ* your troubles to Mr. Fixit. H* is The Times reuresentatlxe at the city hall and will be glad to present your ease to the urouer city officials. Write him in care of The Times, slrnlng your full name and address. Name will not be published. Mr. Fixit—Some very bad holes between Phipps and School streets on Thirty-first street, need repairing. They should be filled with cinders. Please see to this. MRS. F. D. This has been brought to the attention of W. H. Winship, street commissioner, who has promised to have it repaired. Dear Mr. Fixit—We are bothered with water backing up from a sewer at Thirty-eighth street and Rural street. Our children must wade this water to get to school. Please help us, if you can. T. D. The city street commissioner’s department will investigate this sewer and fix it. Dear Mr. Fixit—We w’ant our garbage collected. During the summer and fall we have had only three collections and then only after we had called the collection department. Garbage cans are full as well as baskets containing trash. We hope you will see the department responsible for remedying this situation. MRS. C. A. This was referred to superintendent of the city garbage collection department, who promises to care for it immediately. DODGE DEALERS AT REGIONAL MEETING Representatives From Six States Attend Ohio Session. Eight Indianapolis dealers and sales executives attended the annual regional meeting of the Dcdge Bros. Corporation Wednesday at Cincinnati. Dodge representatives from six states were present, and Dodge factory officials set forth their program for the early part of 1932. Local delegates were J. M. Bloch, head of the Capitol Motors Company, and the following members of his staff: C. A. French, sales manager; D. R. Jones, parts manager; Claude Smith, used car manager, and T. C. Ewing and Earl Combs, wholesale representatives. Don Page, office manager of the Gibson Company, and Tom Hanika of the Atlas Securities Company, also attended.

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TARZAN AT THE EARTH’S CORE

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