Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 84, Indianapolis, Marion County, 17 August 1933 — Page 15

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IW.MN lIF.KE TODAY F-VR VIAVI.F il(ant t E*RLR ai*. *rtUln* minir tr ®f Ritbi m*rri#d DDK RADIK a ran* l)i'k want* F.re to fir# op working but ihr rffor. The ame 4i Ft* iearna that hr t* to go to Mew York for the atorr and mutt Vaf that night Dirk take* bar lo the station, hut throughout the week In Sew York he h& no word from him Thr dm there ire ho* •the m**t% lift RON RIME, who I* much attrarted bi her and he vlilU IKIAT FKI NTl**v a former irbooimate mho la placing thr atork market and adviact t.r to do the umr Bark at ihr office a **fk latrr l'* find* „ new rop writer. MONA AI I t N who appear* to b. 0 trouble-maker MYRA \IAD, fa*hion artlat, and ARIINE SMITH, stenographer, are Ete'i friend* Eve and Dick mo\e Into an apartment In an old-fahiored house Dick •eem* happv. but f,\e I* dl*rontented. NOW GO ON WITH THF “TORY. CHAPTER EIGHT <Continued Eve grudgingly allowed herself one of them. "It's the only kind of dessert I really care for' Dick explained Tins and fruit cane You'll never have to bother making pies and fancy cak-s for me; Just keep a homemade fruit cake on hand ” Tsn t that interesting?” commented Eve. But Dick apparently missed the sarcasm Tm not going to be difficult to cook for.” he assured her. Eve’s heart sank Why, with all her year ol studying, had c he never led anything at all about cooking? Dick threw a leg over the side ol his chair, lighted his pipe and went on. It's going to be nice to have a wife to cook for me I used to get so tired ol hotel and restaurant food that sometimes I've taken an apartment with a kitchenet .iust so I could do my own cooking.” "Indeed! Where did vou learn to cook?” she asked in a iow voice. “Oh. in the woods. Spent a summer up north peeling oark for a medicine company when I was a kid. Fine training.” “You like the woods, don’t you?” Eve asked, in spite of herself. “I’ll take you up north some time; see if you don't like it too," Dick said in answer. "I used to go up in the fall with a group of friends. But that was dillerent. Then we stopped at a lodge and there were cooks to prepare the food. That was wonderful, too. But ydu never really learn the woods until you have to fend for yourself." "How much did you pay for that cooker.” Eve demanded suddenly. When he told her she gasped. "It cooks so quickly it will pay for itself in gas saved." he defended. ‘ But even if it didn’t, think of the convenience! When you get home at night you won't have much bother getting a meal this way.”

DICK thought he heard Eve mutter under her breath, “Boiled cabbage, turnips, carrots—!’’ “What's that!" he demanded sharply. “Well, my mother always cooked boiled vegetables when I wasn’t at home. You might eat them at noon if you like them so well," she said angrily. “But you can’t buy a vegetable dinner the way I like it." he answered "And besides I was hoping to get away from restaurant cooking after I married." "What you wanted was a ftrst class cook and not a wife!" Eve accused. “You should have considered my qualifications more thoroughly if you wanted a mere cook." “Well," Dick answered slowly, "I did expect to get a home.” Eve had had no dinner and she felt hungry. Hence she answered sarcastically “No doubt! A home filled with little cabbages. Well, I’ve heard of women who read nothing but cook books but I don't intend to spend mv life trying to disguise groceries!" Dick took a long puff on his pipe before answering. "I’m beginning to wonder.” he said, “just what you expected to put into a home when you married. What were your ideas of the responsibilities of marriage, anyhow?" Eve could not answer. She had thought herself beyond reproach. That there might be something to be said for Dick's side of the argument also, she had not realized. He put on his hat and coat and went to the door. “Where are you going?” Eve demanded. “Out for a breath of air.” he told her. “I should think you'd need it when the house is filled with cabbage !” He disappeared without answering. Eve burst mto tears, but nevertheless, hurried to the kitchen and helped herself to some food. She was frightened because Dick had left her. Her marriage was taking on an entirely new aspect. Was it going to be the lark she had anticipated? CHAPTER NINE DICK was firm in his arguments for announcing their marriage. He repeated to Eve all the objections against secret marriages. Including the embarrassment she would feel if her business friends should learn of it in a roundabout way and question her. Dirk was honest and straightforward to a degree that Eve at times regarded as bluntness, but he had a certain dignity that nothing could shake and which Eve could not help but respect Eve wanted each of the events of her life to stand out —to be remembered by her friends as different from the usual. Marriage customs. Dick assured her, had not come about by chance. Their purpose was to emphasize the importance of marriage. After repeated discussions and arguments Eve and Dick compromised. It was agreed that their relatives should be informed of their marriage but that, for the present. Eve need not announce it to her business associates. She took mto her confidence a friend who was a promising young artist and asked her to design a combination Christmas card and wedding announcement. “Os course, as soon as our friends know of our marriage w f e will entertain.” Eve began. . “That's all right.” Dick answered.

'so long as we know they're coming Invite them for a definite time Don't want a lot of people homing in on our privacy when we have something else to do.” Eve was silent for a while. Then she ventured, ,hesitatingly. “Dick, do you think—well, you see this place is quite shabby looking. Oh. I know—it has atmosphere and all tha*; but, well. I'd hate to have some of the people I know find me living here ” a a a rj' VE wilted a little before the question in Dick's clear, steadyeyes. “What do you propose doing?” he asked. “Oh. find another place." This a ♦rifle defiantly. Dick was silent. He was fond of picturesque old houses under ancient Eve called his attention to the broken step, the dismal bathroom, the unattrative kitchen. I'll fix them up for your esthetic friends ' he promised. He was as good as his word. Delighted at his offer, Mrs Brooks purchased paint and linoleum and left Dick, unhampered by directions, to transform the kitchen as Eve wished it. The walls he painted a creamy buff with deeper buff woodwork Table and chairs he enameled In lavender. They found ah old screen in the attic, and this Eve decorated effectively and used to conceal the stove and sink. An old mahogany bookcase was moved In to be used as a cupboard. “I love it,” she exclaimed when the transformation was complete. It looks like a charming breakfast room instead of a kitchen.” The gloomy bathroom was changed into spic and span pink-and-’.vhiteness above the baseboard. The baseboard itself was enameled black to top the black and white block pattern of the linoleum floor. These were changes that would affect the rentability of the apartment and Dick seemed to enjoy making the improvement. "There!” he declared when he had finished the painting. “This is far more comfortable than a box-like place up three flights of stairs for the same price We have room to turn around here.” aaa rVE had worked out a program which she followed with military precision. Dick co-operatetd with her to the best of his ability. Dick was even-tempered through it all. The truth was that he worried over Eve. She seemed restless and often looked tired. True, they had been married only a few weeks —crowded, anxious weeks in spite of their happiness. He decided Eve must be working too hard at the cffice and told her so. “It's not that at all!” she assured him. But after working in an office with well-groomed business men all day do you expect me to look pleased and cheerful when I come home and find my husband wearing a blue flannel shirt—and tonight even boots? High boots! My husband. of all people, not caring how he looks—!” Eve grew hysterical and rushed into the living room to throw herself on the day bed where she sobbed until quiet. Dick, his face white, his lips set in a straight line, remained in the kitchen, starring straight ahead. Presently ho arose, cleared the table and stacked and v/ashed the dishes. He did not go near Eve. After a while she arose, went into the bathroom and bathed her eyes. Then she filled a bowl with suds and washed out some stockings and lingerie. She had intended to do this task in the morning, after Dick had left for the day’s work. But she was in a perverse mood tonight. a a a TXICK went to bed. He heard Eve turn on the living room lamp and rustle the evening paper. Then he drifted into troubled sleep. Eve wakened him. Dick." she said in a low voice. "I’m sorry.” "Nothing to be sorry for,” he answered. He had had time to think things out. "I was horrid to you.” “You were saying what you thought,” he said. “That’s all right. I want you always to feel free to speak out. That way I'll know what's in your mind." “Well. I thought being a superintendent meant an office and a polished desk where you sat giving orders. And sometimes when I come home and you are—dressed like that—!” "Listen, Eve. I could get awfully mad at you if I didn’t realize what makes you talk like that. Now. get this straight! There are still a great many things you have to learn about what makes this world go around. One of them is that the way things look doesn't alter the truth any. Another is that a man usually knows what his job requires. Rougn clothes are not necessarily dirty clothes. There are days on the job when I dress up. but I'd look like a damned fool if 1 wore spats and carried a walking stick when my men are erectmg steel.” “You wouldn’t look like a fool to me. I think if you stood far enough off from the mess, you wouldn’t get spattered with plaster and things.” Dick gave a snort of anger. Eve was persistent. “Couldn't you manage that way?" she wheedled. Dick heaved a sigh and answered with finality. "We had a tough time today and if you had seen onehalf of it. I believe you'd think a pair of boots and an old suit very sensible to wear." Eve was accustomed to having her own way. Apparently now that she was married she would have to make some concessions. 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‘ Haev you thought about what we talked about the other night? - ’ Holt asked Jean as they were left alone. "What did we talk about" asked the girl, lightly. You and me." Holt replied. ‘Yes," said Jean. ‘ I’ve thought about it quite a lot. "Any decision?" asked Holt eagerly.

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“Yes. a decision not to decide anything.” Aw,” responded Holt, disappointment in his tone. ’ Til we get back. John, don’t you see we can’t tell? Now, now. You're the only man . . .I’m the only woman." “ Tisn’t that way with me,” answered Holt, earnestly.

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“It’d be just the same wtih me in a crowded ballroom.” he insisted. ‘Think some more. Jean " "Be patient with me. John,' she urged as her father came back to them. "How about making a move?” Parker asked. "I’m ready,” said Jean, getting up.

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Suddenly, from no particular direction, there came a long hooting, owl-like cry. Weird it waa —almost uncanny. The party stopped at once, looking in all directions The natives began murmuring together. Parker and Holt exchanged a look and Jean's face paled.

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