The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-07-28

take them seriously, you uIloer-
stand?"
Beatrice listened haughtily.
Its very nice of you to take an
interest in me, Miss Chesebrough,"
she said, with resentful girlish
GOODNESS. 1T seems to make a great
difference to mama and Dan, but for
my part I don't see that the Pom
eroys and the Throckmortons are
one bit better than anybody else"
II don't know that I ever said
they we're" Patricia answered coldly.
"VXTHY, who are the Bruces?"
wv Beatrice went on angrily.
Their grandfather used to have a
department store. Mama remem-
bers it very we'll, over on East Pearl
street. And the Cheneys' uncle
ran a saloon, and one of the Pells
was mixed up in that Terry scam
DIAL"
My dear girl, I know all that, "
Patricia said patiently; "but the
fact remains that they are all rich
and exclusive, and-well, and pow
erful now. and they are society"
And those are the people I am
expected to kowtow to-" Beatrice
said scornfulIy.
Those are the people. You can
take them or leave them!"
The two girls had stopped in the
dim soft light of the big upper hall,
and now Patricia ended her ulti-
matum with a little cynical shrug
and smile.
They have emphasized the good
things in their various families" she
added. land ignored the bad, and
their money has helped them to put
their best foot forward. I don't
suppose there's a family in Ameri-
ca that couldn't make a pretty good
showing in grandfatherS and I'M
cles if it had the money!
Il do know that there are real
American aristocrats in this town
for instance, there's little seam
stress at my boarding house who is
direct descendant of Lord Balti-
more, and that consumptive actress
who committed suicide the other
day was a Fairfax of Virginia-but
these women are poor, and that;
enough to shut all the doors!"
I'VE have money enoughi" Bea-
trice muttered.
Exactly. And at IS you can be
a social leader" Patricia assured
her.
The younger girls cheeks dimpled
She liked the thought.
But how are you going to man
age it?" she asked doubtfully.
"Ah, I'll manage It'll" There wa,
certainty in Patricia's infection, al
she nodded a good night anc
opened her own door.
CLOWLY, enjoying the unwonted
- luxury, she prepared for bed
The bathroom was larger than her
room at Mrs. Rogers. Gloriously
hot water plunged against the white
enamel. The towels we're thick and
white and snowy and embroidered
with a coat of arms. The great bed
was turned down invitingly, shaded
lamps were lighted, and the thou
sand tiles of the fireplace each re-
f1ected dancing wood fire.
She presently touched the but
ton that darkened the room except
for the bedside light. Then she went
to the great window and opened one
after another to the autumn light.
There were stars above Lafayette
avenue, but no moon. Roofs and
chimneys showed here and there
above the tops of the thinning trees.
Under them the street lamps made
pools Of yellow brilliance.
A FREELY in October? Patricia
looked keenly at the dot of light
that glowed by the fence. 1t was the
red tip Of cigaret. and by its tiny
light she could distinguish the figure
of a man standing motionless be-
side the hedge. Instantly she knew
that it was Dan.
1t was Dan. watching her win
dow. Patricia felt her heart ham,
mer for a second of surprise; she
turned back into her room.
What an absurd thing for him
to do" she said to herself, with
suddenly hot cheeks. The idiot"
She got into bed, opened an Illus
trated magazine. looked of the page
to say, The idiot" again. She
would not humor her contemptuous
curiosity with another stealthy look
to see If he was still there, but pres
emily snapped of her light and
settled herself comfortably for sleep.
This was the time when her
thoughts oftenest went to Sidney,
to the future when they should have
the long planned studio together
when the artists beautiful wife
should preside at bis fireside. and al