The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-07-22
CHAPTER TWO

EROM her deep musing she
L reused herself to wave to the
pretty Page girls, driving home with
Mademoiselle from the all-impor-
tant business of ordering their first
real party frocks. and to bow to the
ParTidges. father and son. walking
their beautiful bays under the great
naples of the bride path. Every
body was so happy, so much &C.
cupied.
Patricia. leaving the park and
going straight into the city, sighed
II was Thursday afternoon, and
there would be people at the studio.
No chance of seeing Sidney alonel
Nevertheless. she turned in at the
familiar doorway beside the flower
shop and climbed past the door that
said "O'Callaghan, Robes" The ar
fist had the upper floor all TO HIM
self. and he and his sister kept
house in the two or three rooms be-
hind the big studio.
They we're all making a great deal
of noise over the getting. Pa
tricia, joyously welcomed, was at
once given charge OF the refractory
samovar.
1T won't work" said Sidney Hut
ellison, Strengthening to his full six
feet and two inches and shaking
the black hair back from his fore
head. Il tell you, Pat, this thing
is no good. We've had no tea and
the situation is getting very tense"
1T works perfectly" she contra
dicted him calmly.
Order emerged from the chaos.
Patricia's magnificent aunt. Mrs.
Cecil ThrOckmortor, contentedly
settled herself near the samovar;
like them all, she was extremely
fond Of Patricia. Roberta Throck-
morton. tossing aside the new white
furs that smothered her little figure
IN the new portrait. and Lillian Tai
bot. another debutante. took the
dark single seat by the fire and were
attended by two youths, Ticky Raj
ston and Art Bruce.
A vivacious, talkative. well-dressed
woman of As. Miss Betty Partridge
chartered to them all from a draped
velvet armchair. and young Mrs
Eyre. a pretty. mysterious little
creature. Patricia's cousin, and
known to this group as Dorothy"
firted deeply and delightedly with
Con Hamilton. one Of DeerbridgeS
middle-aged bachelors. who was
something Of a painter himself, and
Sidney Hutchinson's patron and
friend.
Cutting bread at the long studio
table was the artists sister, Helena,
a dark. rather plain girl, who had
had a brief theatrical career.
FINALLY. there was the artist
II himself. the lazy, charming,
strangely cultured and yet strangely
barbaric person who had drawn
these others together. He was al
most 40 now, but there was not a
gray hair in the thick mop above
hts handsome and most interesting
face, and the smile he gave Patri-
cia. as he brought his cup Of tea
and sat beside her. was q boys
happy smile.
He was the son of a Spanish IA
Their anu an American mother, and
upon the death Of the former, years
before, had been left TO make his
living as he might. through the
goodness Of an uncle. in Deerbridge.
while his mother and infant sister
departed for the east.
Patricia's friendship for him
dated from her tenth year. when the
Young man had CHANGED TO board
at the hotel that sheltered the
old colonel" and his exquisite little
notherless Eirl.
The CheSebroughs had liked him.
and had befriended him in these
earlier days. as he neve- forgot
Patricia had stepped at once into
the position Of his closest friend. bis
confidante and his adviser, and until
the arrival Of his sister. two or three
months ago now. she had been hos