Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 12 March 1942 — Page 27

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© “THat young Mi ir “Yes?” : “Cabled orders to was left to him, to Drake McHugh.” “Well, well Very nice for McHugh.” | : Mr. Lawes slapped it on the desk. “Well, of all the damned foolishness I ever hard of!” Randy adjusted the window shade, poked the fire, and made "Drake spoke finally. | “It’s no use, Randy, you've got to) talk to me sooner or later. Might as well be now.” a She came across the room and sat down beside him. “All right. What do you want to say?” ‘wy still wish you hadn't told Parris.” “How would you like it if something happened to Parris and he didn’; let you know?” Drak¢ hesitated. “I| don’t know, - I hadn’t thought of it.” “Well, it’s the same {hing. Drake, he’s your best friend.” “Go on with your wpbbbly, weakkneed explanations!” : “That sounds more like you. You gee, Drake, from Parris’ cablegram how bad he feels that you didn’t let him know sooner—about everything.” | “Yeh. Maybe that “Well, then.” Drake picked up the message from the counterpane., He had almost worn it out sine yesterday reading and rereading fit. : “Gee, he’s a great fr; ena, Randy.”

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“But—" “But. what riow? “This last sentence.” “Yes, I know, What about it?” “‘You and Randy stick together till I get there. We'll, work everything out.” “I know it by heart,” she said softly. “Of course he stand.”

+ “Doesn’t- understand what? What are you driving at, Drake?” She waited. He did not notice how pale she had become. “I tell you, Randy, [—I remembered that if “you had | just a little money there—” His voice faded. “I've ‘heard there was homes you could get into—maybe.” 8 8 » RANDY'S voice brpke harshly against his last word, “Drake McHugh!” i

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“Would you—would you deliberately treat me that way, and Parris, tog?” tn tats 2? “I—I don’t—" Drake was looking at Randy with an expression half desperate with his own emotion, and half a puzzled concern for her, . “Then listen carefully. Whatever you say, or however you feel— it’s you ‘and me hereafter—together —somehow.” The expression went. out of Drake's face. A curious emptiness remained. The look frightened Randy. g “I want you to tyust yourself entirely to me for & while until you are -well and—" . She bit her lip sharply. Almost she had said “up and around again.” Drake half smiled. “But you see, honey—I can’t ever be ‘well,’ as you say.” “Drake. What has happened is terrible. But you are alive.” Drake furned his face to the wall. “Drake, I'm going to tell you something, and I want you to listen until I have finished. It’s first of all about what Parris said in that cablegram: ‘You and Randy stick together till I get there.’ We're going to do that. Remember the morning you came to ask Pa to help you get a job? I made up my mind that day that I'd marry you as soon as the right time came around.’ I knew I wanted to marry you—" : \ “Oh, for God's sake, Randy—how can you—?" . - “Hush. You were to listen. So, now the right time has come.” Drake flung his -arms across his face, but Randy went on evenly. “Well get married, any time now, and then we’ll work out some way what well do afterward.” : ” # os THREE days later Randy was hurtying about her housekeeping when Mr. Lawes called. “Good morning, Miss.” . “Good morning.” “I-am Patterson Lawes. I believe Mr. Drake McHugh is here at present.” “Yes, he is. Won't you.sit down?” “Thank you. I have ailittle matter .of business to talk over with him.” | . “I. think Drake would want me to. deal with it—whatever it is.”

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hear-about the business now?” “Well—I . have here, Mrs. McHugh, a communication that should be of great interest to both of you. I suppose it will help solve some problems — if you have any,” he added hastily. / “What is it?* |, _ He looked at her sharply. “Were you expecting a communication from Mr, Parris Mitchell in Vienna?” “I expect a letter soon. I had a cable from him. Drake had one also.” “Indeed. Did he know of Drake’s condition?”

“I see. Now, Mrs. McHugh—" He laid the papers on the table and explained briefly ' their purport. Randy listened with an increasing dismay. “I shall leave these with you, er —Mrs, McHugh.” Randy shook her head. “I don’t know how Drake is going to take this. I'm so afraid he may think I asked Parris for help.” “You didn’t?” “Certainly not! Drake and I could have managed without help.” Mr. Lawes rubbed the back of his head. He was completely perplexed. He did not understand a single phase of this whole crazy proceeding. 8 8 .»

“I DON'T know, Randy, I just don’t “know what to say.” Spots of high color stood out on Drake’s| thin cheeks. Randy was disturbed by his agitation. “I guess I—oh, I don’t know. What do you think about it?” The discussion of Parris’ offer had proved less troublesome than Randy had anticipated. Drake was not violent about it, but he was not easily convinced that he should accept it. She remembered a warning line in a second cablegram she had had from Parris: “As soon as he is well enough make him decide things. ‘ Give him full sense of independence.” “I don’t know what to say, Drake. We've got to look at it as a loan, not as a gift.” “That's just it. Parris means to give it to me. I can’t let him do that. It’s too much—well, it’s just charity.” : “I'm certain Parris thinks too much of you to mean it like that. I'd hate for you to hurt his feelings.” “But what do you think I ought to do?” : “I don’t know, Drake. After all, women haven't got much sense about money. “You're a “mah and’ you know better than I do what's right.” | “But how are you ever going to . pay it back, Randy?” | “Well, out of whatever we make some day. As soon as you are able | we've got to make some plans about what we'll do.” 4 : “You think we ought just to take the money, then?” “You have to say that yourself.” Drake: closed his eyes and his chest sank with a sigh of weariness. # ‘You don’t have to think about it now" : | “Yes, I do, Randy. We'll take. it. When Parris comes home maybe we can give most of it back.” “Maybe 50.” | “I believe it’s the right thing. As you say, we've got to think some way out.” Drake managed a smile.' “I feel better. You reckon I could learn to do faneywork, honey?” (To Be Continued) |

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