Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 2 December 1941 — Page 22

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Lady by Request

By HELEN R. WOODWARD

THE STORY: “I don’t like it,” says Mr; Tucker, farmer father of beautiful red-headed Diana, when she comes home to tell hint that famous Stephen Cu:t, writer apd commenator, has asked her to marfy him for six months and $10, 000 50 that he can save a $2,000,000 inph€ritance” he will lose unless he weds sefore he is 35. “J don’t like it, but we will see when I meet him.” Diana, fired from her job in a law office after resisting ~advances from her employer, Richard Thorpe, is seriously considering the offer because Stephen has told her that the woman he loves is married to another man, and because shoe does not want to leave the city, return to ‘the farm, perhaps marry Bill Jackson whom

she does not love. Stephen is coming §

down to meet her family the next day, Diana. already having met his stepmother. Ellen Curt. That night Mr. Tucker, listening to Stepher’s broadcast.

expresses again his admiration for the X

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{ CHAPTER, SEVEN adlnppun oc afternoon Diana walked down to Bill Jacksgn’s store at the cross-roads. Cw, The cold weather had continued and the macadam road was full of icy . spots. Diana thought, with a mounting excitement, that tomorrow Stephen Curt would come down this very ‘road. - ®. Bill greeted her effusively. “Well, this is an honor. Take the chair by . the fire.” He puttered about making her

comfortable, hanging~ up her coat|'

and hat. Diana laughed. “I haven't

come to stay a week, you know, | [ji

Bill.”

“Now that I've got you here I .

won't be letting you go soon.” She glanced about at the orderly shelves. There was a little of every- _ thing in Bill's store. A “general” store, it was called. Canned goods, produce, hams, dry goods, thread, fishing tackle, overalls—the people of the countryside could buy almost anything they needed here. Bill was an excellent storekeeper—genial, friendly; talkative. They all liked him. . ’ As she sat by the fire, she watched the customers come and go. She knew most of them and they all called greetings to her. They were interested to know why she was home, when she was ‘going back.

“It’s not curiosity,” Diana thought, |’

“just friendly interest.” : During the lulls in’ business, ‘Bill came and sat beside her and talked. He spoke interestingly and‘ well. You'd think he'd had’ a: lot more than a high sehool education. That was because he read so much and kept abreast of the times, They laughed about things that hgppened W they were in school. Any constraint that had been present in his m er the night before had completely vanished. Here Bill Jackson was g. oil = #® 28 FINALLY he stood looking down at her, his eyes earnest and intent, his mouth a little grim at the corners. She saw a pulSe beating ner- + yously in his brown throat. “I don’t suppose it’s much use to ° say it again, Diana, but you know I love you.” “Thank you, Bill. I cherish that. Buf you're right. It’s no use. I'm sorry.’ : : ’ She saw his shoulders droop and wad terribly sorry for him. “Oh, Bill, why does it have to be like ‘that between us? Its so pleasant just being friends. with you—like this afternoon, Why don’t you fall in love with someone who likes this sort of. life and will make you a good, contented wife?” He said, ‘his jaw - tightening, “You know anyone else after: you would be like twilight after a love-

ly 4 set.’ 2 og / She’ Sn touched and the quick t camie. . “That was ‘a beautithing to say, Bill. But you've got to get over me. You can’t,go «on; like this always—hoping—be=' cause I'm afraid I'll never really love you like you: want me to. You see,” = there’s. something—I . can’t tell you just yet.” Fle “Youre in

love with someone FA :

Tre; with Diana. stayed for supper: That, night Diana drifted off to sleep ‘thinking, “Tomorrow - Sie« phen’s coming.” '. a

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fore going down to breakfast. Her mother and father seemed excited, teo.. They did not entertain such a distinguished est every day. John stayed at hotne from school with his father’s consent. “Youll probably learn -more listening to Stephen Curt,” Mr. Tucker said. And abut 10:30 .Stephen’s big shining coupe swung up- the driveway. Diana welcomed him at the door of the dining-sitting room. He

world, yet perfectly at home with her father and mother, talking inv terestedly with young John. Once again’ she felt the lifting quality of his vitality, the breathlessness as of running, trying to keep up with his rapier-like - conversation. - She was pleased with her father’s quick answers, his solid opinions; saw that Stephen was impressed with the older man. She could always depend on her father. era ‘Drifts of. their conversation came to her as.she helped her mother prepare luncheon, or “dinner,” as the Tuckers still called it. A healthy, substantial meal, well cooked and ap-: petizing. - Stephen Cyrt ate as if He enjoyed it thoroughly, won her: mother’s high regard by his compliments of her cooking. 3 Yet there was nothing strained, no appearance of striving for adjustments' to his ‘surroundings in his

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if her father still could not place the stamp of his approval upon it? And what of Stephen Curt? Would he want to call everything off if her

like a culprit who must await the verdict of a returning jury. .- They stayed in the barn for som time and Diana began to grow ner-

would not get back to town for the 6:30 broadcast if Stephen did not

At last they came’ back in and both men were smiling. “If you're ready, Diana, we’d better start,” Stephen said. + . “We'll be listening to your broadgast tonight,” her father assured

“Don’t be surprised if, you hear some of your own opinions,” Stephen laughed. “You know, you've given me several new ideas.” : He helped Diana into -her coat

bye, Just before Stephen opened the 'door; her father put his arm around Diana. Ga ) “Why don’t you téll your mother before you go, Diana, that youre marrying Mr. Curt very soon?”’y . (To Be Continued)™

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