The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-07-21

Westminster.
Upon every available inch
of the tables, desk or book
shelves, photographs in silver
frames had been crowded,
with boxes of gold and lac
quer and enamel, books In
fooled leather, odd bits of b.
hemian glass, silver toys from
The Hague, strips of oriental
embroidery and bowls and
lars of flowers. On a draped
easel was the oil portrait of a
man of perhaps so.
The caller regarded this work OF
art thoughtfully. After a few MN
lItes she took from a table near her
a large frs med photograph and
comoared the two faces. The pho
tograph was Of a young girl, dressed
for a London drawing room, with
three ostrich plumes rising from
her hair and a great train sweeping
about her knees.
.This must be the daughter,
unused Patricia. And that, OF
course" she glanced again at the
painting. lis the late Daniel Pal
mer, of Palmer'S Magic Sensation!
A patent medicine can give a little
druggist this" she said, with
rather bitter smile and a look about
the room, and although my fam
ily has been prominent in America
for 800 years, I come to ask his
family for employment"
A FOOTSTEP in the hall behind
IA her made ncI turn and rise,
expecting to see the mistress OF the
house. But there came in instead
a man whose cruoe and fiorid youth
made him seem al . or "A at least
a dozen years younger than the
finished and supsIbly poised young
woman OF q who faced him.
He was squarely built, too newly
and too correctly dressed; there
was a ieweled ring on the broad,
heavy hand, and his thick, tawny
hair was as sleek as a seals coat.
His manner was half uncertain, half
arrogant; he was the son OF the
druggist. bit re vas also the rich
est man in Deerhridge.
Il am Dan Palmer" he said IN
a deep. embarrassed voice. will
you come 20 my mother? She is
r,ot very we'll" And as Patricia
silently followed him into the big
hall he added sharply to the butler,
mot at home to anybody. Peacock!
The man Bcwed respectfully. but
Patricia was conscious Of a deep
tingle of laughter. She knew that
"the Castle" was not cuStomarily
troubled by callers.
What an immense room!" she
murmured as they crossed the larg-
est apartment size had ever seen in
a private home. Like the other, 1t
was packed with furniture.
IT'S the ballroom, 72x60." her es-
cort Volunteered. Patricia made no
sound. but after a quick glance at
her enigmatic face he suddenly
flushed deeply and added an I'M
comfortable laugh. This young
woman's self-poSsesSion vaguely dis
turbed him, and he did not speak
again.
Patricia proceeded in serene ST.
Ience at his side. and they entered
a bright. overfurniShed room at the
bark Of the house, where the gaunt,
big frame Of the mistress Of "the
Castle" was established comfortably
by a wood fire.
She was a woman of perhaps so.
with a lined, rather harSh-featured
face and kind. gray eyes. She wore
a biIlowy mass Of brocaded mate
rial. trimmed with lace. fur. gold
embroidery and pleated chiffon.
DATRTCIA. taking a chair near
Il her. was vaguely aware of gold
fish in bowls. canarieS in cages.
flowers. a toy dog blinking on a
cushion and a Persian cat all max
Ing a confused background
sit down. Miss CheSebrough!
said the older woman. My rheu-
matism has been so bad I've been
lust about laid up with it, Isn't It
dreadfully cold for OCTOBER"
Its heavenly walkingl" Patricia
smiled. Mother and son smiled.
too.
But Of course, you're wondering
what Il was 7 wanted to see you
about" said Mrs. Palmer. suddenly
becoming serious and self-conscious
again
I mad your note" Patricia said.
moving her beautiful grey eyes from
the FIRE TO her hostess face.
The son. who had sunk into a
large chair and was watching them
over his folded arms, here inter
rupted.
I'm start the ball rolling, moth
a.