The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-12-03

she had promised 10 discuss the mat
ter as soon as she arrived.
Howell, standing with a group OF
university students home for the
holidays, was surprised at the re-
luctant interest the girls displayed
They seemed anxious to explain
that they were not there to see
J2cqueline.
They had various other reasons
for coming to the station that raw
December night. Relatives to meet
letters to mail or packages which
were expected on the incoming
train. Yet the sole subject of con
versatior was Jacqueline Bordini.
do YOU suppose she'll bring hec
naid?"
"Photoplay had an article about
her last month. 1t said she was
educated in a convent. Isn't thar
good?"
The mayors daughter. Eunice FL
field, whispered to Howell kitty,
kittyl They're jealous. Father is
asking the whole family to orr
Christmas dance I wonder if they'll
come"
AS the lights of the train burst
around the curve and swept through
the darkness, Howell felt his own
heart action increase. Four years
since pretty, shabby little Jackie
Borden had taken her departure.
No one present, save possibly her
own family, could remember Why
or in what circumstances, yet hera
they all we're, for one reason or
another, eager to welcome her
home.
How would that reception affect
her? What would she think? What
would she do?
WHEAT Jacqueline Bordini
w thought shall remain her own
secret. What she did was to jump,
unattended, from the train and fly
like any other girl into her mothers
arms.
Mamma! Gee, it's great to see you
again!"
MY baby!"
Hello, Dad! Where's Raymond?
Oh, there you are. Come here, big
boy. and kiss your sister"
With her arm still about him, she
turned as if to walk away. Howell
wondered if she were really as I'M
conscious as she seemed of the surg
ing crowd about her.
Was Jacqueline Bordini acting
when she flashed her fascinating
smile on the delegation from the
Chamber of Commerce? With radi-
ant, gracious sweetness she respond
ed to their greeting.
Promised to appear at their bene-
fit luncheon, and was rushed into
the mayors sedan and swept away.
"As if she we're queen or Lind
bergh," thought Howell.
When he turned back to Eunice,
she, too, had disappeared. Of course,
she would be riding home in her
fathers car. They might have asked
him to go along. There would have
been room.
Howell and Eunice had been
friends for so long that neither of
them could remember when it had
not been taken for granted that he
would accompany her. Yet she had
slipped away without even saying
good-by.
So excited over the arrival of the
motion picture star that Howell
had been forgotten. Thoughtfully
he refused other offers to ride, and
strobe up Main street toward home.
He found his father climbing into
the muddy old Ford.
DR.. Sheffield smiled in response to
his sons greeting.
want to come with me, SOM"
mot tonight, father"
tits rather an interesting case.
Blood c1ot after an operation, and I
believe she's going to make the
grade"
His rugged, wind-bitten face was
lighted with an enthusiasm which
never ceased to astonish Howell.
How can you keep it up, father?
Don't you ever get tired?"
I'm tired tonight" the doctor ad-
mitted. "I'm taking cold and I
haven't had eight hours sleep in
three days. But what can I do?
There are six new cases of flu and
three babies"
Let Matthewson have some of
EN-" growled Howell.
Let him? I'm willing. He's
rushed to death, too"
Again DR.. Sheffield smiled, and
the glow of 1t was like a fire in q
darkened room. Howell had basked
in the comfort of that smile all his
life.
1t meant fellowship, understand
ing and passionate faith in his
own future. Only lately it had be-
gun to make Howell uncomfortable
There will be plenty of work for
three of U.S." the old doctor said
confidently, "by the time you've fin
ished your training"
eyes, when I have" Howell re-
peated, frowning. Another senes-
ter at the university and two years
in the hospital"
His father drew the moth-eaten
fur collar of his coat higher about
his ears.
"It will pass before you know It,"
he prophesied, and drove of into
the teeth Of the wind.
u
ITTOWELL felt guilty for not hav-
l. l. ing gone with him. Those long
talks driving over country roads
meant so much to his father, had
meant a great deal to him when he
first was permitted to sit beside the
adored figure and listen to his grave
discussions.
Ever since he was small boy