Indianapolis Times, Volume 48, Number 37, Indianapolis, Marion County, 23 April 1936 — Page 27

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-■ Today's Short Story— ■■■ ■ 1 Young Man's Darling By Fred Dickenson

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Tl/fARY O'REILLY looked up from the gleaming tile where her scrubbing brush had passed and her quick, blue eyes found the source of the muffled sobs. Most of the offices were already dark. Typewriters were covered, papers were filed away and the young hands which worked over them during the day now were clinging to subway straps. But there was a light in the office from which drifted the unmistakable sounds of a youthful heart bowed down. The listening woman brushed wisps of graying hair from her brow with the back of her wrist and rose from her knees with pardonable deliberation. She picked tip the bucket and brush. Mrs. O'Reilly would not have denied that she was stirred by a degree of interest reputed to have killed a cat. Still, though, there was in the little furrows in her cheeks and about her twinklir eyes a mellowed tenderness which made those sobs her business. They were feminine and the were young. So with one gnarled hand she held her scrubbing equipment and with the other she gently pushed open the office door. An "ah!”—breathed, rather than spoken, escaped her. it a r T~' HE girl was leaning her elbows forward upon the desk, resting her chin in one cupped palm. She also was pressing a small and very damp handkerchief to her nose, allowing a tear to find its sad way down her flushed cheek. Her brown hair had fallen forward because each sob made her chin mpet, her hand with new resolve, adding thereby to the picture of abject misery. The stooped figure in the doorway regarded her with sympathy, tempered, albeit, with calmness. “Now if you keep that up, Muss,” she suggested, “you’re going to get your nose all red.” ' Another convulsive upheaval died of sudden strangulation. The damp handkerchief caught the vagrant tear fn a brief chase. "I don’t care," said the girl. Then, with a strange mixture of grief and deflancp, she added; "I’m going to marry Mr. Bradberry!” Mrs. O’Reilly set the bucket down withs clank and considered this for a moment. As the door to thp inner office was plainly labeled “R. D. Bradberry.” an intruder much less astute would have divined that the gentleman mentioned was the boss himself. She remembered that she had seen Mr. Bradberry on occasion and said so. "He’s old enough to be your father,” she remarked agreeably. n n n / T'HE quick answer was about what she expected. "I don’t see what difference that makes,” the girl satd. "At least he wants to give me everything and make me happy.” Mrs. O'Reilly's suspicions were confirmed. "I don’t suppose the young man would be vpry happy, though, if you went and married Mr. Bradberry.” "I’m not interested in any young man.” the girl said and then seemed to realise that she was gazing into a pair of very knowing eyes. "Anyway, how did you know about him?” “There's always a young man,” Mrs. O'Reilly said simply. “I had the same trouble myself many years ago.” "Did you?” The girl smiled a amall but understanding smile. “Sit down, won't you? My name's Marjorie Nelson. What's yours? What did you do about it?” Mrs. O'Reilly sat down and said she was glad to meet Miss Nelson and confided her name. "I married him,” she concluded. "Which one?” "The young one—it was a terrible mistake.” “Oh;” Miss Nelson looked as if she was going to cry again. “Yes,” said Mrs. O'Reilly, "when I was young we had a saying that a girl had to be either an old man’s darling or a young man’s slave.” The girl sniffed. "I guess it’s still good, isn’t it? There just doesn’t seem to be a young man’s darling medium.” "Sometimes there is. But you didn’t tell me what happened between you and your young man.” nan MISS NELSON very carefully twisted her handkerchief into a knot. ’’Well.” she said, “I just told .lerjv—his name’s .lerry—that Mr. Bradberry had asked me to marry Him—l mean I thought he ought to know.” "Do him good.” "Yes. And Jerry hardly gave me a chance and got mad and wanted to know what I told Mr. Bradberry.” "Uhmm.” "I told him I said I would have to think it over. You’d think I’d done something terrible. Jerry said I didn’t have to act like that—that I should have said ‘No’ right away and he stalked out and I haven't seen him ever since.” "Ever since when?” "Last night—” The tears began to well again. "And I wasn’t going to anyway, but Mr. Bradberry’s coming back to town tonight and I’m going to wait and tell him I’ll marry him!” Mra. O’RefUy shook her head j

; slowly. “Where do you think Jerry is now?” shp. asked gently. “Probably drinking some place.” “Does he get sick?” Miss Nelson started with sudden | realization. n n n YES. terribly. I thought he was going to die New Year's. Oh, I hope he doesn’t do anything foolish.” Mrs. O’Reilly was relentless. “If he does,” she said, “it will be your fault.” She watched the handkerchief at work again with satisfaction. "When I was your age,” she went on, "I made the mistake of marrying a young man like I told you. You know what I’d do if I had it to do over again?” "N-no.” "I’d make the same mistake and love it.” There was a pause and silence and then the girl looked up and there was something very young and lovely in her smile. "I know what I’ll do,” she said quickly. "Here.” She slipped a piece of paper into the typewriter and the keys clicked. Then the note was in an envelope and "Mr. Bradberry” was in black letters on it. Miss Nelson pushed back her brown hair and stood up. She made darting motions with a powder puff and kissed Mrs. O'Reilly lightly on the forehead. “It's a different age now,” she said. "A girl can’t afford to cut off good chances. So I just told Mr. Bradberry that I needed a few days off to think it all out,—then I won’t be absolutely at his mercy.” "Whose mercy?” nun MISS NELSON was putting on her hat and coat. She paused at the door. “Jerry's,” she said, “I'm going to find him.” “I hope you’re not too late,” Mrs. O'Reilly said and laughed. “Good-by, Mrs. O’Reilly.” “Good-by.” The click of heels faded down the corridor. Mrs. O’Reilly remembered suddenly that more of that corridor would require her attention shortly. "Different age, is it?” she said and picked up the addressed envelope. It fluttered in little pieces into the waste basket. Then she slipped anew sheet of paper into the typewriter. “Now and I wonder,” she murmured softly, “if they’ll be able to tell the difference— ’’ and laboriously she began to hunt the keys, typing slowly: “DEAR MR. BRADBERRY: I WON’T BE BACK ANY MORE ” THE END (Copyrijht,. 1936, by Chicaao TrlbuneN. Y. News Syndicate. Inc.) 4 DEPAUW STUDENTS IN CONTEST FINALS Quartet Is to Speak Next Week for Prize. Timer Special GREENCABTLE, Ind., April 23. Four De Pauw University students are to speak next Thursday and Friday in the finals of the Margaret Noble Lee extemporaneous contest. Competing for first prize, $35. are Curtis Huber, Evansville; Leslie Ross, Rochester; Lester Sutton, Bridgeport, N, J,, and Ben Goodenough, Mansfield, O. Timer Special GREENCASTLE, Ind., April 23. An inter-sorority sing is to be held for the first time at De Pauw University May 14. It is sponsored by Mu Phi Epsilon, national honorary sorority. R. T. LUCAS, BANKER, BURIED AT FRANKFORT Was Member of Family Prominent in Financial Affairs. Timer Special FRANKFORT. April 23.—Private services for Robert T. Lucas, banker, who died Tuesday, were conducted here this morning. Mr. Lucas, who was 36, was a member of a family long identified with business and financial affairs of the community. With his father, James A. Lucas, and his grandfather, T. N. Lucas, he served as an officer of the Clinton County Bank and Trust Cos. here. Surviving, in addition to them, are the widow, Julia Mary; a son. Thomas N. Lucas II; his mother and two sisters. Mrs. Martha E. Hall, Hollywood, Fla., and Mrs. William Goodwin. Frankfort. PRINCIPAL GREENFIELD STREETS TO BE PAVED Council Approves Re-surfacing Project to Cost SIO,OOO. Times Special GREENFIELD, April 23.—Asphalt paving of principal streets here is to begin next week following the City Council’s approval of a project expected to cost nearly SIO,OOO. The council contracted with the M. L. Magaw Cos., Richmond, to provide for re-surfacing of Osage, Center, School, Lincoln and Walnut sts. Under terms of the contract. S3OOO is to h® paid from a current street appropriation and the balance met in two installments in 1937^

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The elders of the tribe seized upon this explanation with eager grunts of approval and relief. “True, true!” they cried. “The marks of the claws are plain. Terrible is the claw of the lion. Terrible is the talon of the panther. It was thus he died.”

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The ape-man scowled angrily. “Since when have the wise Gowando and his elders become fools? You know well that the great beasts do not kill except for food. What they kill, they eat. And the body of your fellow tribesman bears no trace of tooth or fang.”

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The blacks looked at each other guiltily, with terror in their wide eyes. “You know the "secret; you must tell me!” Tarzan demanded. “No, Bwana.” Gowando replied. ' “If you knew, you would try to do battle against the Unconquerable, and you, Bwana, would die!”

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