The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-07-08

some animal of the jungle defend
ing its young.
For there was something brutal
in Sanver's expression. Moreover,
there had been catlike agility in
the way he had risen from the
great armchair behind his desk.
Also, something that lay deeper than
mere mentality had prompted his
leap toward her.
It seemed impossible that, having
heard her amazing statement, I'M
Outstanding could have come so
quickly through any mental process.
FTER statement had been so I'M
H belevable that she could not
comprehend how any one could &C
cept it so instantly without the aid
of instinct.
But the fashion in which he halt
ed his advance proved that If he
had acted through the awakening
of a dormant savage instinct, rea-
son had resumed its sway.
Tom SAWYER had met scores of
emergencies during that business
career of his which now, because
of his retirement, had become leg
endary despite the fact that he was
only in late middle life.
Quick to wrath, he was just as
quick to regain self-control. If Gym
thia had been frightened by the
transformation from kindness to
anger, she was even more fright
ened by his sudden calm.
D I've done nothing to her"
she stammered.
SAWYER shook his head, as though
dismissing her defense.
Certainly not; you wouldn't be
here if you'd harmed her. Unless"
and the beast look cleaned mo-
mentarily again in his eyes-"you
thought of blackmail. But you
wouldn't do that. A girl so like my
child that even I was deceived can't
be crooked" He shook his head
again, not with crisp decisiveness
this time, but as one who is con-
fronted with an incredibility which
must be accepted.
You're not Eleanor. That know.
And yet, even thouGi! I know it, it's
hard to believe. Hard?" He laughed
harshly. 1T doesn't seem true now.
You have her voice, her tricks OF
expression. My God, any one would
think you had the same soul!
Even now that you've told me 1
can't see a difference. But I can
feel one. 1 don't know how or why.
I only know that if you hadn't told
me I'd never have guessed.
But nowhere wasting time. Sit
down. Don't be frightened. Who
ever you are, whatever you are, 1
know you've done nothing to injure
Eleanor. You couldn't.
IF YOU were the sort of person
to do her harm, I couldn't have felt
love for you, even though thought
you were Eleanor"
He brushed his hand across his
forehead.
You're not my daughter Flea
nor. But you're going to be my
other daughter" He laughed a bit
uncertainty. Il know I'm not crazy
but it seems to me that my talk is
insane. don't even know who you
are and yet I feel toward you as if
you were another Eleanor. Tell me
about ii"
IT'S rage was entirely diSsipated.
II Cynthia knew that between her
and this man existed an affection
which would grow greater with
time. She had known all along
that SAWYER loved her, and loved
her for herself.
Z words proved that she had not
be mistaken in her recognition of
the bond between them, bond ex-
actly similar to that which had
held her to Eleanor.
All along she had been assuring
herself that Dean too loved her, but
in a different fashion. 1t must be
different. A man can love two
daughters. but he can not love two
women.
Yet Dean loved her. Into this
love passion entered; it was not the
affection of a father for his child.
When Eleanor should return. and
Dean must choose between them,
which would he choose? Inevitably
he must choose herself.
She had been sure OF this, but
somehow the fact that Tom San
yer frankly stated that she would
be another daughter TO him seemed
to bolster up her conviction that
Dean would love her.
And If these thoughts were dis
loyal to Eleanor she could comfort
herself with the reflection that the
thoughts never would take on the
qualities OF action. but would re-
main no more than hopeless, un-
happy tfnughts.
she / Fdly knew where to begin,