The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1922-12-05

she Is to be pardoned II she weighed
the letters. whose home news was
q, quoted constantly in her hearing,
against her own slight receipts at
the college postoffice. She knew that
every Tuesday morning there would
be a letter from her grandfather.
Her old friend, DR.. Wandless, sent
occasionally. In his kindly humorous
: fashion. the news of Buckeye Lane
aud the college; and Mrs. Owen wrote
hurried line now and then, usually
to quote one Of John Wares sayings.
= The minister asked about Sylvia, II
seemed. These things helped, but
they did not supply the sympathy, of
which she was conscious in countless
ways. between her fellow students and
their near Of kin. With the ap-
proach Of holiday times, the talk
among her companions of the homes
that awaited them. or, In the case of
many, OF other homes where they
were to visit. deepened her newly
awakened sense OF isolation. Fathers
and mothers appeared constantly to
visit thsir daughters. and questions
that had never troubled her heart
before arose to vex her. Why was
It. when these other girls. flung to.
.sether from all parts OF the coun.
. try, were so bIest with kindred, that
, she had literally but one kinsman,
the grandfather on whom all her love
centered?
II should not be thought, however.
that she yielded herself morbidly to
these reflections. but such little things
as the receipt of gifts, the daily ref
erences to home affairs. the photo
graphs set out in the girls rooms,
were not without their stab. She
wrote to Professor Kelton-
II wish you would send me your
picture OF mother. I often won
.dered why you didn't give it to me;
won't you lend It to me now? /
think II is put away in your desk in
the library. Almost ell the girls have
pictures Of their families-some OF
them Of their houses and even the
horse and dog-in their rooms. And
you must have q new picture taken
Of yourself-I'd like Il in your doc
tors gown, that they gave you at
Williams. It's put away in the cedar
chest in the attic-Mary will know
where. And II you have a picture OF
father anywhere should like to have
that. too"
She did not know that when this
reached him-one Of the series OF let
tiers on which the old gentleman lived
these DAYS, with its Wellesley post
mark, and addressed in Sylvia's clear,
running hand, he bowed his white
head and wept; for he knew what
was in the girls heart-knew and
dreaded this rousing yearning. and
suffered as he realized the arid wastes
OF his own ignorance. But he sent
her the picture OF her mother for
which she asked. and had the cottage
photographed with Mills Hall show.
ing family beyond the hedge: and he
meekly smuggled his doctors gown to
the city and sat for his photograph.
These things Sylvia proudly spread
upon the walls Of her room. He wrote
TO her-a letter that cost him a days
lsborI
I'VE don't eeem to have any pho
tograph OF your father; but things
have a way Of getting lost, particu-
larly IN the hands Of an old fellow
like me. However, I have had my
self taken as you wished. and you
can see now what a solemn person
your grandfather IS IN his toga AGA
demica- had forgotten I had that
silk overcoat and am not sure now
that didn't put the hood on wrong
side-outI I'm a sailor, you know, and
these fancy things stump me. The
photographer didn't seem TO under
stand that sort Of millinery. Please
keep II dark; your teachers might re-
sent II sudden appearance in the
halls Of Wellesley OF a grim old pro-
fessor emeritus not known TO your
faculty"
Professor Kslton met Sylvia IN New
York on her way home for the hoH-
days IN her freshman year and they
spent their Christmas together IN the
cottage. She was hidden - several
social gatherings In Buckeye Lane;
: and to . dance In town She was now
Miss Garrison. a student at Wellesley.
; and the good men and women at Madi-
/, son paid tribute 70 her new dignity.
2 Something Sylvia was knowing Of that
: sweet daffodl time in the heart OF Z
girl before the lowering swallows dare
ito ny.
) In the midyear recess OF her sophie
more year she visited one OF her new
friends in Boston in a charming home
of cultivated people. The following
Easter vacation her grandfather
. Joined her for a flight 20 New York
; and Washington. and this was one OF
the happiest of experiences During
the remainder OF her college life she
was often asked to the houses Of her
girl friends IN and about Boston; her
.diffIdencs passed; she found that she
had ideas and the means Of express
ing them. The long summers were
spent at the cottage IN the Lane; she
saw Mrs. Owen now and then with
deepening attachment. and her friend
never forgot to send her a Christmas
sg1ft-once a silver purse and a
twenty-dollar gold piece; again. a
watch-always something carefully
chosen and practical
Sylvia arranged to return to collegs
with two St Louis girls after her
senior Christmas, 70 save her grand
father the long journey, for he had
stipulated that she should never travel
alone By a happy chance Dan Har-
wood, on his way TO Boston to de
liver en- issue Of telephone bonds In
one OF Bassett's companies. was 8
passenger on the same train, and he
promptly recalled himself to Sylvia.
who proudly presented him as Yale
man to her companions. A special
car filed with Young collegians from