The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1922-12-01
acter hasn't suffered SO far. !"


tell one of the boys in the Office to |
get her acknowledgment, but you're
a notary, aren't your I've just been
telephoning her about it. You know
who she is? Come to think of it, she's
Bassett's aunt-in-law. You're not a
good Hoosier till you know Aunt Sal
". I advise you to make yourself
solid with her. I don't know what |
she's doing In town just now, but her
ways are always inscrutable."
Dan was soon ringing the bell at
Mrs. Owens. Mrs. Owen was out,
the maid said, but would be back
shortly. Dan explained that ne had
come from Mr.. Fitch, and she asked
him to walk into the parlor and wait.
Sylvia Garrison and her grand
father had been at Montgomery since
their visit to Waupegan and were now
in Indianapolis for q day on their
way to Boston. The Delaware Street
house had been closed all summer
The floors were bare and the furni-
ture was still jacketed in linen. Syl-
via arose as HARDWOOD appeared at the
parlor door.
Pardon me," said Dan, as the
with Mrs. Owen and I'll wait, if you
don't mind"
Certainly. Mrs. Owen has gone
out to make call, but she will be
back soon. She went only a little
way down the street. Please have a
chair"
She hesitated moment, not know
ing whether to remain or to leave the
young man to himself. Dan deter
mined the matter for her by opening
a conversation on the state of the
weather.
September is the most trying
month of the year. Just when were
all tired of summer, It takes it's last
fling at u.s."
1T has been very warm. came
over from Montgomery this after
noon and It was very dusty and dis
agreeable on the train"
From Montgomery" repeated Dan.
surprised and perplexed. Then, as it
dawned upon him that this was the
girl who had opened the door for him
at Professor Kelton's house in Mont
gomery when he had gone there with
a letter from Fitch. you see," he
said, we've met before, in your own
house. You very kindly went off TO
find some one for me-and didn't
come back; but I passed you on the
campus as was leaving"
He had for the moment forgotten
the name of the old gentleman to
whom he had borne a letter from Mr.
Fitch. He would have forgotten the
incident completely long ago IL it had
~ -,
which the lawyer had received his re
port and the secrecy so carefully en-
joined. It was~ odd that he should
have CHANGED upon these people
again. Dan did not know many
women, young or old. and he found
this encounter with Sylvia wholly
agreeable, Sylvia being, as we know.
II, and not an offense to the eye.
1T was my grandfather, Professor
Kelton, you came to see. He's here
with me now, but he's gone out to call
on an old friend with Mrs. Owen
Every detail of Dams visit to the
cottage was clear in Sylvia's mind
callers had been too rare for there
to be any dimness of memory as to
the visit of the/ stranger, partic-
ularly when she had associated her
grandfather's subsequent depression
with his coming.
Dan felt that he should scrupu-
lousy avoid touching upon the visit
to Montgomery otherwise than cas-
ually. He was stu bound in all hon
or to forget that excursion as far as
possible. This young person seemed
very serious, and he was not sure that
she was comfortable in his presence.
1T was a warm day, I remember,
but cool and pleasant in your library.
I'm going to make a confession. When
you went off so kindly to ind Profess
sor Kelton I picked UP the book you
had been reading, and it quite laid
me low. I had imagined 1t would be
something cheerful and frivolous, to
lift the spirit OF the faded traveller"
TT must have been a good story"
replied Sylvia, guardsd1y.
TT was! It was the 'Aenetd,' and I
began at your bookmark and tried to
stagger through page, but it roored
me. You see how frank am;
ought really to have kept this terrible
disclosure from you"
Didn't you like Madison? / re
member that thought you were com
pairing us unfavorably with other
places. You implied'-and Sylvia !
smiled-"that you didn't think Mad |
ison a very important college,"
Then be sure OF my contrition nowi
Your Virgil sank deep into my con- |
seriousness, and I am glad of this |
chance to render unto Madison the |
things that are Madison's."
His chatting way reminded her of
DR.. Wandless, who often struck a sim
liar note in their encounters.
Sylvia was quite at ease now. Her |
callers smile encouraged friendliness. |
He had dropped his fedora hat on a |
chair, but chung to his bamboo stick |
His gray sack suit with the trousers |
neatly creased and his smartly knot |
ted tie proclaimed him man of fash |
len: the newest and youngest member |
of the Madison faculty, who had in
trcduced spats to the campus, was
not more impressively tailored.
= You said you had gone to a large |
college; and I said
"Oh. you hit me back straight
enoughY' laughed HARDWOOD.
Il didn't mean to be rude" Sylvia
protested, coloring.
They evidently both remembered |
what had been said at that interview. |
ct wasn't rude; it was quite the re-
tort courteous! Ny conceit at being |
Yale man was shattered by your
shot"
well, suppose Yale is a good
place, too" said Sylvia, with a gen