The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1922-11-20

sitton press declared to be the most
vicious character that had ever APP
peared in the public life of the State.
They rose and adjourned to the We.
randa. where the men lighted cigars.
II think like this corner best" re-
marked Ware when the other had dis
posed themselves. Miss Sylvia. won't
you sit by me?" She watched his face
as the match famed to his cigar. 1t
was deep-lined and rugged, with high
cheek bones, that showed plainly
when he shut his jaws. 1t occurred
to Sylvia that but for his mustache
cally Indian. She had seen some
where a photograph Of a Sioux chief
whose austere countenance was very
like the minister's. Ware did not at
into any Of her preconceived ideas OF
the clerical Office. DR.. Wandless, the
retired president Of Madison College,
was a minister. and any one would
have known it. for the fact was pro-
claimed by his dress and manner; he
might, in the most casual meeting on
the campus, have raised his hands IN
benediction without doing anything at
all extraordinary. Ware belonged to
a strilkingly different order, and Sylvia
did not understand him He had been
a soldier; and Sylvia could not imag-
ine DR.. Wandless In q cavalry charge.
Ware flung the match-stick away and
settled himself comfortably into his
chair. The others were talking
amongst themselves OF old times. and
Sylvia experienced a sense of ease and
security In the minister's company.
Those people across there are talk
ing Of the HoOsiers that used to be,
and about the good folks who came
into the wilderness and made Indiana
a commonwealth. I'm q pilgrim and
a stranger comparatively speaking.
I'm not a Hoosier; are your"
mo. Mr.. Ware; I was born In New
York City"
''Ho' might have known there was
some sort OF tie between Us. I was
born In New York myself-'way up in
the Adirondack country. You've
heard Of Old John Brown7 My IA
theirs farm was only an hours march
from Browns place. used to see
the old man. and It wasn't my fault
wasn't mixed up IN some Of his
scrapes Father caught me and took
me home-didnt see any reason why I
should go of and get killed with a
crazy man. Didn't know Brown was
going to be immortal"
There must have been q good
many people that didn't know II"
Sylvia responded
She hoped that Ware would talk Of
himself and Of the war; but In n
moment his thoughts took new
direction.
STARS are fine tonight It's COM
fort to know they're up there all the
tine. Know Matthew Arnold's poems7
He says With Joy the stars perform
their shining I Ike that Wonder
what that is. just across the farthest
tip Of that maple? It's familiar. but
I can't name It" THAT" said Sylvia,
''is CassiopeiR-"
II know several. or I think I DO.
This is June That's the North Star
over the point OF that tree. as you
said, and above It is Ursa Minor. and
winding In and out between It and
the Big Dfpper Is Drzsco. Then to
the east. higher up, are Cygnus, Lyra,
and Aquila And IN the west"
She paused, feeling that she had
satisfied the amenities Of conversation
with this gentleman who had so
frankly stated his lack Of knowledge.
Ware struck his knee with his hand
and chuckled.
Il should say you DO know a fewl
You've mentioned some I've always
wanted to get acquainted with. Now
go back to Cygnus, the Swan. I like
the name OF that one; I must be sure
to remember It." AS their range Of
vision on the veranda was circum-
scribed, Ware suggested that they
step down upon the lawn TO get a
wider sweep. move which attracted
the attention OF the others.
Sylvia, be careful OF the wet.
Josephus just moved the sprinkler
and the ground is soaked"
Don't call attention to our feet;
our heads are in the stars" answered
Ware. Il must tell the Indian boys
or the Nipigon about this" he said
to Sylvia as they returned to the
veranda Il didn't know anybody
knew as much as you do. You make
me ashamed Of myself"
You needn't be-" laughed Sylvia.
Very likely most that I've told you
is wrong. I'm glad grandfather
didn't hear me-"
The admiral and Professor Kelton
were launched upon a fresh exchange
Of "reminiscences and the return of
Ware and Sylvia did not disturb them.
It seemed. however. that Ware was
a famous story teller, and when he
had lighted fresh cigar he recounted
number Of adventures, speaking In
his habitual, dry. matter-of-fact tone
and with curious unexpected turns Of
phrase. Conversation In Indiana
seems to drift into storytelling In
evitably. This kind of social inter.
course. with its intimate talk. the
TO famous public charac-
tiers. as though they were only human
beings after all, the anecdotal inter
change, was wholly novel to Sylvia.
She thought Wares stories much
droller than the admiral's. and quite
as good as her grandfather's, which
was a great concession.
The minister was beginning a new
story. He knocked the ashes from
his cigar and threw out his arms with
one Of his odd, jerl1y gestures.
There's a good deal of fun in living
IN the woods. Up in the Adirondacks