The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-03-26
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: Haven't seen a soul except a young
man who said he was Dick Berke-
ley. He's in his own room up front
now"
DUNDEE opened the unlocked
- door and stepped aside, to let
his chief precede him into the muir
dered girls room. 1t was very small
not much bigger than a closet, but
Doris Matthews had succeeded in
making it homelike. even pretty.
There were a narrow wooden bed,
tiny rocking chair, flimSy little
book rack, a table and cheap
dresser. all freshly painted soft
green, undoubtedly decorated by her
own hand, for an almost empty
quart can of green enamel was
tucked away on an upper shelf of
the miniature clothes closet.
Guess she bought and made
these curtains, too" StraWn said
gruffly, lingering the pale yellow
and-green Powered voile that flut-
tered at the narrow window.
Only the carpet on the floor was
out Of keeping with the immaculate
daintiness of the little cubicle. 1t
was a worn square of gaudily flow
cred carpeting.
In the closet they found four
pretty but inexpensive silk dresses,
a very English-looking, jaunty little
tweed suit. and q lightweight fall
coat On shelf was hat box, con-
tanning a saucy green beret and a
close-fitting cloche Of silky, dark
blue felt.
Good taste in clothes" Dundee
said softly, almost as if he were
speaking to the girl who never
could flush with delight at another
compliment; but his chief had
turned to the table and was gather
ing up the closely written sheets of
an unfinished letter.
This ought to tell us lot about
Doris Matthews Strawn said. And
by George, it does!'
The iron-gray head and the BLACK
one bent together over the last let
ter Doris Matthews would ever
write.
Darling Kathy"-it began-"I
have been too miserable, too busy
and too happy to write you as often
as I should. I've destroyed your
last letter, as you asked me to, but
think I can remember most of the
questions, and Ill try to answer
them.
First: Yes, I've been terribly
homeSick for England and for you,
until-but that will come later.
Second: Wicket is well, and
the same old darling. I don't know
how I could have lived the first two
weeks here, If he hadn't been here.
too, to buck me up. He sends you
his love, and offers you my job
when-but that comes later, too!
I'm saving it up for a grand climax.
Third Mrs. Berkeley is as i'm
possible and tyrannical as ever.
Poor thing! I can't blame her much
/ because of what I wrote you last
time. and because she simply isn't
a lady. and hasn't the ghost of an
idea how real gentlefolk treat their
servants"
| CTRAWN chuckled. Wonder how
- 'Abbie' is going to like that
when the papers get hold of this
letter." They went on reading:
For instance, she slapped my face
this evening when I was dressing
her for dinner. I probably shouldn't
have said what I did, but I simply
couldn't hold my tongue any longer
OF course, it mad to do with what
I wrote you about before, and
spoke for Gigi's sake. I've told you
how adorable the child is, how crazy
I am about her.
I'VE are the best Of friends, and
Miss Clorinda is still kindness it.
self TO me. She will make a very
great lady some day.
And now for some real news fol
| you. darlingl Guess who arrived
this afternoon Mr.. Crosbyl
AldN I'll SCC4i nm SCt, ANs VI NOA4 oN
I shall.
Il dread 1t, in a way. because
Oh, well, you know all about that
He is engaged to Clorinda Berkeley
It's to be announced at a big party
tomorrow night, and the old war
horse is simply on her head with ex-
element
Thinks that, with Mrs. Lambert:
help. she's going to conquer Ham
ilton society, then march triumph
antly upon New York, Paris anc
| Londoni
Mrs. Lambert is the same sweet
conSiderate great lady she always
was. If only she we're the mistress!
But about Mr.. Crosby. I can't see