The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-06-13

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that's grown into fine woman, and
lucky the man downstairs that
couldn't be KNOWN what a treas
ure lamb he's after gettin'."
This, Cynthia felt, was the be-
ginning of what might prove to be
dangerous situation. She did not
know how Eleanor had treated the
maid, whether there had grown up
between them that confidential in
timacy that may exist between a
mistress and her maid.
She might make a response to the
maids affection that would arouse
doubt. And then she acted on pity
ing impulse. She kissed the maid
swiftly and passed through the door.
She had done the very thing that
Eleanor would have done, and some
how she knew it.
She descended a flight of stairs,
to appear unexpectedly to the view
of scores of people. In her simpli-
city, she had thought that because
she had mounted two flights OF
stairs she would descend two flights
before coming upon her guests.
Already she was thinking of her
guests, so hard was she trying to
put herself completely in the part
which she had begun to portray.
Even the magnificence of the stair
way, and the noises which ascend
ed to her failed to warn her that
the sweeping curve Of the stairs
would end in a tremendous apart
ment crowded with guests.
She had supposed that the San
yer home would be divided into
floors exactly like a house in Ohio.
Steeling herself against an ordeal,
she had not noticed that this single
flight of stairs was exactly twice
as long as the back stairs which had
led to Mary's room.
Her hand went in startled fash
ion to her heart. Many an old ron.
there, glancing at the lovely figure
that seemed poised for startled re-
treat, glanced obviously at the
bridegroom.
Here was Diana poised for flight,
but the flight would be into the
arms of Dean Carey. And those
who did not look upon woman as a
thing of pleasure alone, but as one
who bravely assumed her share OF
life's burdens, felt that quick STIR
ring of pity which the wise feel for
ignorant youth standing on the
threshold OF. life.
A ND then envy and pity were
! IN forgotten in the wild greeting
that rose from hundreds of voices
Weddings are no longer matters OF
solemn dignity. AT least, if the
ceremony itself has dignity, the re-
ceptions that follow divest them
selves of solemnity.
Only that trusted functionary
who possessed the keys to Thomas
Sanver's guarded cellars could have
told how many cases of champagne
it had taken to diSrobe Gayety OF
the garb of Solemnity.
Abashed by the liquor-inSpired
cheers. Cynthia's first inclination to
flee might have been acted upon
But a man. big, hurley and good hui
mored, seized her. He lifted her
from the floor.
For a moment virginia. impulse
made her struggle. Then, at the
hurt surprise in his eyes, she recog-
nized him from pictures she had
seen in the newspapers. 1t was
EleanorS father.
AS his lips touched hers she knew
that she was irrevocably bound tc
go through with this irnpersona-
ton. For he was the sort of man
to whom she felt drawn as though
his own blood might have flowed in
her veins.
Gentle. kindly, decent-from a
hurt that might be inflicted by his
own daughter, she, an utter Stran-
ger. would protect him.
She could not have told any o.
the details of the ten minutes thai
followed upon her recognition Of
Thomas SAWYER and her yielding Il
his parental caresS.
She only knew that certain fear:
had proved for the moment ground
/ less; it was not necessary for bel
| to recognize individuals whom Flea.
nor had known for years. All she
had to do was smile and accept evil
dences Of affection.
And then. exactly as an eddy II
the rivers bend losses the floating
twig into a quiet backwater. so she
found herself beside Dean Carey.
Kaleidoscope as her impression:
we're, she had managed to gather
one salient fact, and this was that
cleaners long absence had aroused
no rumor. At least If run10r hac
stirred in its normally restless slum-
Der. her appearance had put Il