Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 301, Indianapolis, Marion County, 27 April 1933 — Page 19

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Brr,r\ HERr tooay MONICA O'HARE beautiful. poor and 20. I* In love with DAN CARDUiAN who belongs to on* of Belvedere* rich families. Monnl* works to heip support her MOTHER her younger sister KAY. end brother MARK. when BILL, an older brother is arrer'ed at the garage where he works Monnle goes to his aid She gets In touch with CHARLES EUSTACE, handsome newcomer to town who she is sure will help her. BiU. Chivalrously Wishing to keep out of his trouble the name of the girl h was with when the robbery was planned, refuses to talk NOW r.o ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER SIX < Continued) Suddenly, there was a commotion In the outer room. A small whirlwind burst through. A slip of a girl with flying yellow hair above extraordinarily plucked eyebrows. • Where is he?" she demanded. “Oh. Bill. What a sap you are!’’ Bill looked sheepish. The girl—he couldn’t have been 20—whirled about and stared at Monnie ana Charles Eustace. * "Isn’t he a nut?” she gurgled. "Acting like a movie hero just because he doesn’t want to sfcy he took me home from the inn last night. 'Course I was there with Bill. Those big bozos breezed up to our table and tried to get fresh, and he told them to light out. That was all. Imagine Jimmy Garvan trying to say Bill had a ‘conference’ with them.’’ She mimicked the policeman with diabolical effect. She told Bill, "I gave Jimmy Garvan something to think about! Anyhow', they've just caught the gang over at Newton Centre, and everybody knows you're out of it." “You—you’re simply fine to do this for us!" Monnie cried, her eyes shining. "Fine!” The girl patted the pleats of her pink sweater suit carelessly. "Why, I'd do anything for Bill. He knows that." She looked coy. matt BILL said. “You should have kept out of this. There’ll be all kinds of talk.” “What do I care?” asked the yellow-haired girl, airily. "Me and Stan are splitting up anyhow. What’s the diff? Stan knows I have dates—he does, himself. Stan,” she told Bill confidentially, "is going to Cleveland next week. He’s got a job." "He is?” This was Bill, anew, ardent Bill, unaware that such people as his sister and her escort existed. “No fooling?” Two uniformed men interrupted the scene. One said, gruffly. "You’re all washed up, young feller. You can go home now.” It was as simple as that. A moment before Bill had been in the hands of the law. Now’ he was released. The oddly assorted quartet left the building. Charles Eustace said, “I can drop all you people wherever you say—” Bill, remembering his manners rather belatedly, announced: "This is Angie Gillen. My sister. Mr. Eustace.” The girl, Angie, flicked her lashes at Charles Eustace and smiled at Monnie. "No need of dropping me any place," she said cheerily. "I ran over in the old bus,” indicating a shabby touring car at the curb. Bill helped her in and there was a moment’s low-voiced confusion. "You run along and I’ll see you tomorrow,” Angie concluded. She whirled the engine into a fury of commotion and barged off with a rattle of fenders. Bill, rather deflated now’, climbed into the back seat of Eustace's car. Monnie's first emotion was of joy, pure and simple. To have Bill free —vindicated—was enough. But she hated having to tell her mother of the state of Bill’s affections. A married woman! Mrs. O’Dare, who had old-fashioned notions of propriety, wouldn’t like that. In a town the size of Belvedere the affair amounted to a virtual scandal. Well, there was no use worrying about that now! a a a SHE fancied the few’ people they passed on the street glanced at them curiously. Well, the true

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story would be about soon enough. Still there would always be people to remember that Bill O'Dare had been arrested once upon a time. She couldn't help that. It was no good worrying about it. Bill said suddenly, "Drop me at the garage a minute, will you?” Monnie understood. He wanted to see Mr. Harnett, to know if his job was safe. Presently she was alighting from the car at her own door. "Don't forget about that dinner engagement,” Charles Eustace reminded her with his faintly ironical smile. She caught her breath. She had utterly and completely forgotten it. "I'll be here for you as I said.” She rushed up the walk. ‘ Mother, it's all right. They got the thieves —and Bill is free.” Kay came out of the kitchen a tea towel in her hand. Kay looked pale and sullen. "She's upstairs.” Monnie ran up, taking two steps at a time. “It's all been fixed up. Bill stopped at the garage. He’ll be home in a minute.” Mrs. O'Dare was sitting up in bed, looking fragile and weary among the pillow’s. It was so strange to see her vigorous, active parent in bed during the day that Monnie had to choke back an instinctive feeling of alarm. No, she would not tell her about Angie Gillen just now. She needn't. That could come later. "’Yes, I had some tea,” her mother said in response to a question. “Kay made it. Suppose you run down and have a bite yourself. You missed your lunch—” Monnie realized now she was hungry. Almost faint with it. It had been a tiring, an unbearably exciting day. She flung her hat on the bed, pushed back the damp ringlets of hair around her white forehead, looked at herself in the glass with grave dissatisfaction. She experienced the inevitable reaction of the person W’ho has been struggling for hours toward a goal and suddenly, unexpectedly reached it. What, she thought dully, did it all matter anyway? Life was just a battle for her. It was going to be harder and harder as time went on. Bill was on the brink of an affair. Kay was discontented. Her own affair with Dan was going badly. "It’s all so—so hopeless,” she W’hispered to her image in the glass. a a a THEN she squared her shoulders. She had to be courageous for the others. She couldn’t show the white feather. She went dow’nstairs. “Kay! How about a cup of tea?” The younger girl, lovely even in her sullenness, in spite of the lines jof dissatisfaction etching themselves about her charming mouth, rose from the sitting-room couch. “I made some a few minutes ago. Want it fresh?” Monnie said in a voice which she made cheerful with a decided effort, “I certainly do. Bea good girl and fix it for me. I’m half dead.” "The w’ay you go dashing around!” said Kay in a coldly contemptuous tone. "You make me sick, you do. If I were you, I’d let Bill O’Dare fight his own battles. Getting us into this mess ” Monnie stared at her indignantly. “What on earth are you talking about? I never heard such nonsense. As if families oughtn't to stand together! And besides, it wasn't Bill’s fault.” Kay was really too silly. They had petted her, babied her, and now she was horribly spoiled. Was it too late to do anything about it? Was she so deeply steeped in her own selfishness'that she couldn't see any one’s side but her own? “I'm disappointed in you,” Monnie went on coldly. “No, don't bother to make the tea. I can get my own, thank you.” Kay followed her into the kitchen. A slightly placating note had crept into her voice now. If she offended Monnie too gravely, it meant, perhaps, a cutting off of privileges—less pocket money. “I didn’t mean that we ought not stand together,” she said. "Only—well. I get sick of it all. poor and not having any decent clothes or knowing the right people—” "I suppose I don’t!” Monnie blazed, muting her voice so that its angry tone should not reach the woman above stairs. “I suppose you think I like all this. I suppose you think I never have a thought that doesn’t include buying you anew dress and rushing down to the store on time.” In her white face, her great amber eyes glowed feverishly. An angry sob choked her. Kay frankly stared. It wasn’t like Monnie to flare out at her this way. Monnie—why she was supposed to comfort Kay whenever anything went wrong. Kay’s pretty iips parted to show her exquisite teeth. She gasped. "I tell you,” Monnie went on in a half whisper, "I'm sick and tired of it all! If it weren’t fpr Mother, I'd clear out of here tomorrow—” CHAPTER SEVEN MONNIE was writing down a prescription number for old j Mrs. Beadle when she heard his voice. Her heart began to hammer against her ribs and she felt the warm color surging into her cheeks. Angrily she took herself in hand. When she turned around, after serving her customer, she w r as quite | composed. "Hello, Dan!” I “ 'Lo. Monnie.” He was in one of his best moods today, she could see that. 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