Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 19 June 1939 — Page 14

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MONDAY, JUNE

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. BRIDE ON A BUDGET

By JANET DORAN

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CAST OF CHARACTERS IRIS IVES — A radiant bride who thought love came first and money could take care of itself. BART WHITTAKER — A righteoas bridegroom who looked at the bankbook first and his wife afterward.

Yesterday—Bart and Iris go on their honeymoon, spend lavishly. Bart meets a lifeguard’ and likes him, but Iris frowns on the acquaintance as beneath them.

CHAPTER TEN HE third week of their honey-

moon vacation, Bart received Hi

a long telegraphic night from Britton, the new man man- |

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aging the shop during his absence.

It was the thing he had dreaded all along, fully expected. The bud-| get customers were defaulting payments. | Bart wired Britton to send the usual formal reminders out, with polite warnings that defaults must be made up promptly. “Warnings, forms and deljnquent notices all sent first week. Wire instructions at once. Bank notes due. Signed Britton.” They went home at once, though Iris protested tearfully. “It’s only four days early, dear. Business. I have to get back at once.” And he thought, ‘if I default that bank payment, there'll be fines. I can’t even make the interest, if they don’t make up the back payments.” It was beautifully cool for September, and Iris decided to give a dinner party to celebrate their home-coming. She didn’t have to report back for work until Monday morning, and it was only Friday. They had been home ever since late the afternoon before. And Bart had stayed at the shop going over things with Britton and Stevens until after midnight. He was going to work every night this week. He was, that is, until Iris sprung the dinner party without warning, Saturday night. “Hurry dear,” she urged nervously, “we've company coming and youll | have to change.” “Change? What for? Who ever comes here who'll mind my every-| day duds?” “The Negleys and Hammonds and Trents. We're going on to the] Yacht Club after dinner. So do| make yourself gorgeous, darling.” Bart turned to the bathroom, re-| bellion warring all over his serious young face. EJ E- 2 “RIS, have you any money at] all saved?” Bart asked, coming in to tie his tie while Iris completed last minute touches to her] toilet. She had on a new powder |

very afternoon, and h¢ grinned a little, watching her preen. “Where would I get two dimes to save, Bart? You know I haven't. Why?” “I'm in a bad jam; need some ready cash in a hurry, dear, that's all.” He looked at the new dress then, realized he hadnt seen it before. “New dress, Iris?” She shook her head quickly. Put her mirror down hastily, but not in time to cover the little shop tag his quick eye detected. | “Not new,” Bart said

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“It's nice of you, Rupert, to say

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the price tag; $19.50, marked down! from $25. “Of course its new, Bart. I didn’t wart to tell you because you make such a scene every time I buy so much as a pair of stockings.” “I see” He looked at the long rod running the length of the closet, packed with her lovely clothes. “Debts, time payments, budget books. Living beyond our means —so far beyond we're paying for living three months ago in installments, now. Running with a crowd of shallow, extravagant, spendthrift morons because you think it’s smart, because you think they're smart.” “Bart, hush! Theyre . . . com-| ing. Bart, you can’t spoil my dinner like this! With an awful | stupid scene.” # = ® E turned and walked out. Not tying his tie. Not taking hat, | coat or anything. He walked past! the Negleys coming in, and the! Hammends coming down the hall and he didn’t speak to any of them. “Bart’s furious with me,” Iris explained brightly, her color a bit] high, and her voice shrill, “but we'll; go right ahead.” They did. They went through the perfect dinner Iris had assembled with the aid of Martha Levvit, a little colored girl who cooked and cleaned by the hour. They laughed and joked and wisecracked their way through $12] worth of wonderful dinner. Then nothing would do but Iris must] come along with them to the club | dance. “A poor, deserted overtime widow | like you,” Yolanda shrilled mock- | ingly, “somebody’s got to cheer the neglected wife up a little.”

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T 12, when she said goodby to Yolanda and Ho, outside her door, Bart had not yet returned. At 12:30, she stopped trying to stay awake any longer. She did not hear him come in, quietly, shoes in one hand lest he disturb her. Or hear him undress carefully and slip into his own bed without turning on the light. When she awoke in the morning, he was gone, but the coffee kept hot over the low flame on the gas plate, and the remains of his hasty breakfast proved he had been home. At noon, when she telephoned the shop, Bart wasn’t in. So with Ellen Kent, Iris lunched at the Chocolate Shop, having an exciting time after all, despite their lack of husbandly escort. “I'm simply jittery with nerves, Ellen,” Iris confided over her peach ice cream, “you know that!

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fur coat sale down at Beldin's? | Well, there was a mink coat there, a perfect treasure of a coat . . .” “Was?” Ellen asked. laughing. Because she knew Ins so thoroughly. “Was is right. It’s mine row, Ellen. When I get it all paid for. But what's driving me into nerves is the fear Bart will find out. He'd be simply fit to be tied if he knew.” “In that coat,” Iris breathed softly, “I feel like a princess or a queen. I feel—precious, Ellen. I feel rich, secure, sheltered. I feel—wanted.”

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