The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-06-07

1 Cynthia. Good luck and hap
piness."
Thank you" said Eleanor.
That was all, and reviewing 1t
after she hung up the receiver,
Eleanor wondered that so little
should seem so much. Why, merely
because they looked alike, should
there be between these two, almost
total strangers to each other, an
affinity that made for complete
sympathy and absolute understand
ing?
For It seemed to her that she had
recognized in Cynthia not only a
replica of her own body, but an
exact counterpart of her own heart
and mind.
Further, though the absurd APP
prehenSion which she had felt last
night was completely gone, there
remained a belief amounting to
positive certainty that their two
lives would be inextricably inter-
mingled.
But this doubtless was part Of
the nervousness which belonged to
the day and the occasion.
And what an occasion! Eleanor
had been among the brides attend
ants at other weddings, but the
barbarism of the ceremony never
was more patent to her than now.
Illuminatingly, she wondered if it
were possible, if it ever had been
possible, for riches to accompany
good taste. Certainly this magnifi-
cent ceremony was not to her liking,
but she had deferred to the wishes
of Daddy Tom, who, by George, was
going to give his little girl as big
"a sendoff as any other girl of the
generation.
And Daddy Tony wasn't vulgar,
wasn't ostentatious; at least not &C
cording to the lights of his fellows.
And If his fellows lights were
strong, then one must impeach the
good taste of the royal houses of
Europe. the good taste Of power
since civilization began.
For garish display was part OF
marriage. But, just the same, it
was vulgar, though she stood alone
in the belief.
The press on the avenue outside
the cathedral, the cameras, the
frank comments of the bystanders,
as we'll as the newspapers for the
past fortnight-all of these COM
bined to embarrasS her.
A ND when. after the final words
N of the solemn formula had
been pronounced, her husband
seized her and kissed her, embarr-
rassment became a shrieking agony.
This was the man whom she had
sworn to love, honor and obey and
to whom she could make good only
the last two-thirds Of the VOW.
How they made their way from
the cathedral to The motorcar, how
they rode home to the reception,
how she reached her room, where
she was to change to travelling
costume. she never knew.
Thank God for one thing; after
the first kiss Dean had been con-
tent to postpone further embraces.
But in her room, being Invested of
her bridal array, the thought of
those deferred caresses became al
most uncomfortable.
But she would not think ahead,
or, If she did, she would remember
that the man whom she had mar
ried was indisputably a gentleman.
Late kilograms, from friends who
had been unable to attend the we'd
ding, cluttered her dressing table.
There were letters also. and their
presence gave her an excuse for
lingering in her room.
Once she left that room to greet
the guests downstairs. she must take
her stand by her husband. to be-
long to him henceforth. Here. in heI
room, she still belonged to herself,
and prolongation Of this self-pos-
session was the most precious thing
in the world.
There were begging letters ano
crank letters, and then, hallway
down the pile, once familiar hand
writing seemed 70 burn he eyes.
There was no stamp on the envelope
It had evidently been delivered py
messenger.