The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1927-09-10

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A young man, who seemed to be
patrolling the vicinity of the Gran
dali home, wheeled at the sound OF
her brisk footsteps, gave her long,
searching look and then, as she
fumbled for her latchkey, broke into
a run.
IT sayl You aren't Vivian Gram
dali, are your" he painted, snatch
ing his straw hat from his head.
I'm Belden, of The Morning"
"Aren't ~" Vee-Vee smiled de-
murely, with an upward lift of her
enchantingly arched eyebrow, then
slipped inside the door and closed 1t
gently but firmly in the astonished
face of the reporter.
She opened her handbag to re-
move the letter with which Vivian
Crandall had armed her. After all,
they could do nothing worse than
refuse to accept Vivian's amazing
ultimatum, and if they did that,
Vivian herself would stand behind
her
She was still reviewing the situa-
ton in panic when a tall, gray
haired old man, very dignified and
stately in his buffers clothes, came
marching majestically down the
softly lighted hall.
Something of Vivian Crandalls
courage and poise came then to the
girl who so closely resemb)ed her.
Vee-Vee stepped formard almost
nonchalantly and greeted the butler
with curt nod.
GOOD evening Soames, Vivian
had attended to that detail, too
"Are my mother and father in?"
The buffers eyes flew wide in an
expression of surprise. His mouth
worked soundlessly for a moment,
then he bowed. Good evening,
Miss Crandall. believe they are
still in the library, Miss Crandall."
perhaps you had better an
nounce that I am calling" Vee-Vee
smiled, her voice as cool and care
less as she knew Vivian's would
have been under the circumstances.
She followed close upon the heels
of the butler to door far down
the impressive hall, but she waited
outside until Soames, behind the
closed door, had made his breath
taking announcement.
She clenched her hands tightly
over the precious letter to strength
en- her faltering courage.
Twill you come into the library,
Miss Crandall?" Soames asked, his
face inscrutable again, as he slipped
noiselessly through the door.
I'm glad they did not rush to
meet me with welcoming arms ex-
tended" Vee-Vee reflected as she
forced herself to advance toward
certain unpleasatness.
Her first glance gave her fairly
clear picture of the couple. Vivian's
mother was a tall, handsome almost
slender woman of so, with copper
colored hair only a little duller in
color than her beautiful daughters.
Vivian's father was more formid-
able-a tall, gaunt old eagle, at least
fifteen years his wifes senior. His
hair was bushy name of white, his
eyebrows, in contrast, as black as
heavy smudges of ink across his
high forehead.
Vee-Vee instantly feared Rufus
Worrell Crandall and felt drawn to-
ward the. woman who had contrib
uted so generously to Vivian'S
beauty and patrician bearing.
But she had little time to analyze
her emotions, for they were advanc-
ing toward her, Mr.. Crandall frown-
ing predigiously, Mrs. Crandall with
extended hands and bright smile
of welcome in her hazel eyes and
on her fine mouth.
wait" Vee-Vee spoke breath
lessly. 81 don't want to deceive you
for a moment. I am not Vivian."
Perhaps it would be kinder to Mr..
and Mrs. Rufus Worrell Crandall,
who are, after all, such very i'm
portant people and so uncomprom-
isingly opposed to publicity of any
sort, to draw kindly curtain over
the scene which followed Vera Cam
eron's sensational announcement.
Fifteen minutes later something
remotely resembling calm had been
restored to the rather overpowering
beautiful library which an upstart
nobody had had the temerity to in
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