The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-09-25
Heart So Hungry
BY l aASSA u 4 s4d sP9 96H wy 1850 Ky nEA 5ERu
@ 1850 by NEA SERVICE INC
y AUTHoP OF "PAsH ROMANCE"

, tried to remember all the things
Barney had said the night before.
The sun was directly in the west
now. A white-clad colored man
came through the car, announcing
that dinner was served. A man and
two women arose and followed him.
Mitchell asked Cecilia if she would
like to dine. She said she was not
hungry.
The little watch on the girls
wrist told her that it was o'clock.
Her mother would be getting her
evening meal. What was she cook
ing?
1t made Celia sad to think of her
mother alone at the table where
the two of them had always sat.
She wondered how Mrs. Rogers
would spend the evening.
A little later Mitchell led the way
to the dining car. Celia was i'm
pressed by the array of silver and
linen and the heavy trays the
walters bore so easily. She could
not conceal her wonder at this
travelling restaurant.
Her father ordered. He was in
sistent in directing that the steak
should not be over-done and that
the cheese must be well ripened.
L VERYWHERE Mitchell seemed
II to receive the same prompt def
erence Celia ed. 1t made him
more awe-insl.r.ng than before.
She had little to say as the meal
was served. Her father ate heartily.
After one or two attempts at con-
versation he devoted himself to the
food.
Shadows heightened on the coun-
tryside as the train sped by. When
they had finished eating and we're
back in the parlor car dusk had fall
len. There was nothing to be seen
outside the windows now. Celia Sc
lected a magazine and tried to en-
terrain herself.
She was surprised when Mitchell
touched her arm.
Almost there" he said. Are you
ready?"
'You mean we're in New York;"
mo, no! Have to cross the river
yet. This is Jersey City. We
change to the bus here"
Some of the women in the car
we're putting on coats and hats.
Celia took the tiny vanity case from
her purse, patted her nose with
powder and pulled on her gloves.
The conductors shout rang
through the car.
"An out!"
The girl scrambled to her feet,
followed closely behind her father
in the press toward the doc, of the
car, then across the pavement to
the long line of waiting motor
coaches.
This our bus?"
Yes, sir. Twenty-third street"
the uniformed attendant answered.
Mitchell helped Celia into the
coach.
Short ride now" he said. BE
home in half an hour"
She watched with wide eyes as
the coach was driven on the ferry.
boat. Suddenly before her doomed
the horizon of New York.
lover there!" her father nodded.
That's the city
Celia leaned forward and studied
the panorama. Towers, spires. and
squat lower outlines darby visible
against the CRAVING sky Flashes
of gold glinting from myriadS of
windows. The dark, wide expanSe
of water between. Brightly lit river
craft drifting by. signaling one an
other by moaning whistles.
New York." Celia breathed the
words softly.
The ferry was moving now.
Like to get outside and look
around?" Mitchell asked.
She said that she would. Others
in the coach were leaving to find
places for themselves against the
boats rail.
The wind whipped against the
girls cheeks and unconsciously she
braced herself. Mitchell named
some of the more impressive build
ings as they passed.
Celia barely heard his voice. She
was lost in the majesty of the me-
tropolis. It's hugeness was chal-
longing, mysterious, stirring.
n
Il AFTER when they left the motor
IL coach for a taxicab and went
whirling through crowded streets
this spirit of adventure departed.
New York close at hand seemed to
look like any other city.
She was surprised when the cab
halted.
Here We are said Mitchell.
Celia stepped to the pavement
and looked up at the old-fashioned
house. 1t was too dark to see the
building clearly. but it was impress
sive in spite of taller dwellings on
either side.
Slowly she climbed the steps after
her father. The front door opened