The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1923-01-08

History has been making rapidly
in the past twenty-four hours. Bas-
sett has bought Thatcher's interest
in the Courier, and he proposes
editing it himself More than that,
ne was at my office this morning
when 1 got there, and he asked me,
as a special favor to him, to take a
few shares in the company to qualify
me as secretary of the corporation,
and said he wanted me to help him.
He said he thought it about time for
Indiana to have a share in the
about it as though this were some
thing he had always intended doing,
but had been prevented by press Of
other matters. He spoke Of the Can
neries case and wanted to know if I
cared to reconsider my refusal to
settle it. He put it quite impersonally
said Fitch told him he couldn't do
more than prolong the litigation by
appeals, and that in the end he was
bound to be whipped. And 1 agreed,
on terms that really weren't generous
on my part. He said all right; that
he wanted to clear up all his old bust
ness as quickly as possible. AS he
left my office l almost called him
back to throw off the last pound I
had exacted; he really made me feel
ashamed of my greed The old spell
he had for me in the beginning came
back again. believe in him; I never
believed in any man so much, Sylvia
And If he does throw his weight on
the right side it will mean a lot to
every good cause men and women
are contending for these days. It
will mean a lot to the State, to the
whole country"
And so much, oh, so much to him.
Just what had passed between Bas-
sett and Sylvia he only surmised; but
it was clear that the warmth with
which he had spoken Of his old en-
ployer was grateful to Sylvia. He had
not meant to dwell upon Bassett, and
yet the frightening Of her eyes. her
flash Of feeling, the deep inner mean
ing of her ejaculation, had thrilled
him.
I've said more than meant to; I
didn't come to talk Of those things,
Sylvia"
I'm glad you thought should like
to know about him. I'm glad you told
me-"
They were quiet for a little while,
then he said, 'Sylvia!" very softly.
mot than, Dan; please. cant
bear TO hear th-t. It viii break my
heart if you begin that
She rose and faced him, her back
to the wall.
He had come to complete the dec
laration which the song had inter-
rupted on the lake, and at the first
hint the chords that had been touched
by the unknown singer vibrated
sharply, bringing back her old heart
ache. He crossed to her quickly that
he might show her how completely
the memory of that night had been
obliterated; that it had vanished ut
terly and ceased to be, like the ripple
stirred TO a moments life the brush
Of a swallows wing on still water.
He stood beside her and took both
her hands in his strong clasp.
I'VE are going to b married, Syl-
via; we are going to be married, here.
now, today!"
mo, nor'
She turned away her head, but his
arms EMBODIED her; he bent down and
kissed her forehead, her eyes, and
her lips last of all.
Eyes; here and now. Unless you
say you don't care for me, that you
don't love me. If you say those things
I shall go away"
She did not say them. She chung
to him and looked long into his face,
and kissed him.
After a little she rested her hands
on his shoulders, half-clinging to him,
half-repelling him. and he pressed his
hands upon her cheeks, to be ready
for the question he had read in her
eyes.
But" she faltered. there are
things I have promised to do for Aunt
Sally; we shall have to wait a long
timer
Not for Aunt Sally" he cried hap
PLY. Here she is at the door now.
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