The Indianapolis times., 1930-07-16
OUT OUR WAY
CHAPTER THIRTY- SEVEN

TIN glrd Of that" said the clerk
Il She's been here a couple Of
weeks, and amt left her room but
once. DJn't eat nothing. and the
chambermaid says she looks like
she's been crying all the time"
He was an affable youth, with a
natural gift for gossip. He leaned
upon his elbows and prepared HIM
self for a few minutes Of good
wholesome chatter.
The Dennison's clientele was
composed of sober, staid folk, who
did nothing but eat. sleep and go
forth each morning to their yari-
Gus businesses.
she expects US, and wen GO
right up"
The clerk struck a bell. A Negro
boy. whose fists dug in his eyes, ap-
Feared.
Show these people up to Room
311." ordered the clerk.
Anger was the predominant feel
ing in Cynthias heart as Sanver
knocked upon the door of Eleanor S
room. But one glance at the girl
who lay upon the bed within BAN
ished resentment. She could feel
only pity for her double.
They were no longer doubles.
That spiritual twinShip, which had
been TO Cynthia even more amaz-
ing than the absolute fidelity of
their physical resemblance, still
existed, but the bodily likeness was
gone
Feature for feature and line for
line. they were still similar. but
something had happened to the en-
semble of Eleanor which made her
a different person. Perhaps it was
horror at the thing she had done,
or perhaps it was illness. Whatever
II was, the blooming cheeks had
lost their color. and the lovely gray
eyes we're robbed Of their brilliance.
Then Eleanor was hidden from
Cynthia's sight as Sanver, SobS
choking him, stumbled across the
room to gather up his daughter in
his still powerful arms.
Cynthia fought against her own
tears. She did not know it, but
there is nothing more poignant than
reconciliation between child and
parent. Not that reconciliation ex-
actly described this scene. 1t was
more than a forgiveness or a plea
for forgiveness.
1t was an utter breaking down OF
reserve, a complete Submergence Of
all thought in a tide of paternal
and filial emotion. Sanver held his
baby in his arms, rocked back and
forth with her. crooned over her.
For she was again his baby. For
the tragedy of age is that our chill
dren grow older. not that We do.
But finally their emotions spent
themselves. Eleanor beckoned to
Cynthia.
You hate me?" she feebly asked.
OFTEN. in the last few weeks,
~ CYNTHIA had felt hatred for
this girl who now lay upon the bed
Instantly. each time she had ban
ished hatred. but now she knew that
she need never order it from her
thoughts again. or. strangely. could
she feel jealousy toward Eleanor.
When Eleanor had been away. and
CYNTHIA had contemplated Eleanor'S s
entrance into the arms OF Dean.
Cynthia had been jealous. But not
any longer. II Eleanor became truly
Deans wife. and if Dean should
lavish upon Cleaner the love which
he had stored up for Cynthia. even
then the latter could not be jealous.
She could die Of grief, but not OF
Jealousy.
Hate you? Never!" she made re-
ply.
My daughters hate each other?
Never in this worldl' Sanver'S
voice doomed hollowly.
Eleanor looked al her father. 4
knew that's how you'd feel if you
ever knew that there we're two Of
US
Sanver's jubHance did not ring
true TO Cynthia.
VI ANAAcI 4 ACNA NAAdN way. " A4OAA
Cynthia told me. the other day. that
she was not my own daughter. I
knew I loved her as though she
we're. Some day. when all our
troubles are over. well all sit down
and trace pedigrees-
III bet that some Sanver. some
ancestor Of mine, changed his name
10 Brown. Or maybe the Browns
and Sanvers intermarried. But
who wants 10 explain a miracle.
anyway? Nature has 10 reproduce
the same specimen once in a while.
My daughters2 Both OF you. And
neither Of you is ever going TO leave
me again.
Eleanor smiled feebly. Dear old
Daddy Tom. Not "A ward of scold-
ing yet"
And never win be-" said Sanver.