The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-06-18
CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER THIRTEEN
DUT the entrance to that home,
ID though only a minute or two
distant, was matter of the flu
ture. The present, the immediate
moment, engroSsed her.
She shrank into a corner. AS
Dean dropped into the seat beside
her her body grew rigid. But her
fearful anticipationS we're instantly
treasured. This was no gauche boy,
whose rough CaresseS must be fought
of. Eleanor had said that he would
be chivalrous, but Carey was more
than that: he possessed a delicate
tact.
His hand, however, closed slight
~ upon hers. With a convulsive
movement she withdrew her fingers
from his clasp.
At the hurt surprise in his eyes
she professed that a pin had pricked
her.
L didn't know girls used pins
any more" he said.
How much you have to learn
about girls" she told him.
And what a joy it will be to
learn"
But he didn't make any move to
repossesS himself of her hand. She
wondered if he had been conscious
Of her repugnance. Yet how could
he be conscious Of something that
didn't exist?
Repugnance at herself, diStaSte at
the despicable thing she was doing.
had caused her to withdraw her
fingers, but the action had not even
been family motivated by aversion
toward him.
No, it was his instructive delicacy
which forbade him to take more
than was offered. The moment had
been fraught with danger, but the
car now drew up at the curb and
the moment was past.
The chauffeur threw open the
door and they alighted. Before
them was a house of red brick,
trimmed with white. Not even as
phalt pavementS, the fact that it
was one of a block. the roar of the
elevated on Third avenue, could rob
the facade of its quaint LONELINESS.
Take away the houses whose
walls abutted, put a lawn with a
few trees around it. and one would
have the sort of colonial home still
TO be found in New England
villages. One could live here as
remotely as in some town a hundred
miles from the roaring toc-alive city
which has reduced home to a place
where one goes when everything
SlSe is closed.
Cynthia, despite her fears. and
despite the fact that this home was
not for her, could not represS a
little cry OF delight.
You like it?" he asked.
A servant had thrown open the
front door. and Cynthia exclaimed
again at sight of a mahogany stair
rail. A little reception room caught
her eye.
In it was furniture that reminded
her Of her old home in Ohio, that
had been filled with tables and
chairs that had been brought from
New England before the Civil war
and that had been then half a
century old.
IF THE interior decorators had
i been guided by Eleanor. then
this desire and taste that Eleanor
had shown constituted another
point of definite similarity between
Them.
From room to room Carey fol-
lowed her. He made few comments,
but blind man would have known
his happiness. And she was con-
scious Of a poSsessive air about him
that, strangely. was not as disturb
ing as it should have been.
And ever and again recognition of
this attitude of his brought color to
her cheeks.
On the floor above the dining
room. two fights of stairs above the
street, they anne upon a room ex-
actly Ike Eleanor's room in her
fathers house.
What shim had prompted Flea
nor to copy her room at home?
Cynthia wondered at this, but only
idly. because now that possessive
intimacy of Deans was becoming
more pervasiye.