The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1924-04-25

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| SHE WAS SURPRISED AT HER
AGITATION.
Once she began to write a letter to
David. but after the first few words
she laid down her pen and could not
go on.
The paper lay on the table beside
her, with its date and Dear Mr..
Bretherton" staring up at her.
What could she say? How could
she answer him?
To tell him the truth. of course, was
the obvious way. and yet her heart
chung achingly to the memory of
that one day amid the beauties of
Red Range. She must go-she must,
But the miserable INDIGESTION contin-
ucd. She put on her hat and cca,,
and went out into The wet world.
The chill. damp air stung her pale
cheeks into 4 faint flush. and soothed
the throbhinc Of her head.
Il will gO-I willr' she told herself,
as she retraced her steps.
But WHEEL she reached the fiat again
She knew that she was as undecided
as ever.
What to do? What to do?
She ate her lunch without appetite
The little maid lowered anxiously
about ner.
You haven't heard from Mrs.
BrethertOn yet. 1 suppose Miss?''
she asked hesitatingly.
Yes, L have 1 thought l told you.
She is having a sea trip"
The little girl stared.
''Lor', miss. And shall you go, too?''
Mary started.
Il don't know-perhaps. | hope so"
She felt confused and nervous: she
was glad when the girl was gone: bus
the little conversation had shown her
how difficult it would be to keep up a
subterfuge for any length of time, if
even this girls innocent questioning
made her confused and i'll at ease.
In the afternoon she tried to read,
but thought danced between her and
the pages. She threw the book impa-
tie/tly aside.
Her restlessness drove her again out
of doors; she walked on aimlessly,
through the wet grayness of closing
daylight.
She was surprised at her agitation;
as a rule she was so self possessed and
/ quiet: this miserable restlessness
frightened her.
1t began to rain fast; she had
brought no umbrella. and in a few
minutes she was drenched.
She INA rriad a rroNty,Ee.I ;b,,c =, i
found herself wedged in between a
stout woman and young clerk read
ing an evening paper
Mary was cold and chilled TO the
bone; she found herself shivering, and
hoped she was not going toy be i'll.
| When the conductor came for fares
she rene mbered with a frightened
start that she had not brought her
purse. She looked up at him with
scared eyes.
Il haven't any money-Im sorry
| forgot must get down"
The man looked decidedly unpleas-
ant; he muttered something about
| having heard that tale before. The
young clerk with the evening paper
glanced at Mary sympathetically.
will you allow me to pay for YOU
It's so frightfully wet for you to
walk"
Before she could answer he hat
produced a penny and taken a ticket
for ner. Mary thanked him STAN
meringly.
She was really very thankful She
had dreaded turning out again into
the wet night.
He was a nice-looking young fel
low. He lowered his paper and be
gan to talk.
He said that the weather was toe
awful for words. He asked if she
had far to go. When she told hin
the road, he said that his own desti
alton was not a great distance away
from it.
I'm in rooms" he explained. moi
bad rooms, either, considering 1 only
pay % shillings a week"
Mary smiled; she found his frank
ness engaging.
Awful thing, this boat being lost
isn't it?' he said again, after a mo
ment. in a shocked voice He indi
Gated the folded paper on his knee.
II haven't heard anything about
it," said Mary. 81 haven't seen ar
evening paper"
Its the Multane-she was bount
for Buenos Ayres-rammed by
tramp steamer in a fog or something
the details are not very certain
yet, but they say hardly any one wa
saved"
Mary was staring at him, white
faced, Mortified.
1.-THE Multane. Oh. are you sure?'
He looked up quickly. dismayed.
II say, do you know anybody OF
it? I'm awfully sorry. Look 10
yourself
i HE put the paper into her nerve
less hands. but she could not read