The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-10-22


buttermilk.
She was trying to picture her
mother as she must have looked
when she came to tbs Grammercy
Park house a bride. Probably she
had been in this very room.
The girl looked about her. Why
had her mother never spoken Of the
visit? At once she knew the an
swer. Something very unpleasant
must have happened there.
Celia got up and moved restless
ly. There was a great deal OF time
to waste. 1t was only a little after
II. Evelyn was not likely to tele-
phone until u.
Somewhere in the bookcases,
which lined the walls there was a
volume by Leonard MerTick which
had interested the girl. She began
to hunt for it. 1t would be a good
book to take along to hardwood.
Evelyn Parsons library contained
plenty Of books, but Celia had found
they were not nearly so interesting
as the ones to be found here.
She located Conrad in Quest Of
His Youth" and began to read. The
buzz of the telephone startled her.
"Hellol" Celia answered. She
recognized Evelyn Parsons voice.
"Celia-is that you, dear? Oh,
I'm so sorry. I've been having the
most awful luck. Do you know
what time it is?"
The girl looked at her watch.
almost 1890" she said.
$50 late? That's what I was
afraid of. My dear, won't be able
to have lunch with you. DO you
suppose the cook can fix you bite
at the house? I'm terribly sorry,
really am.
you see we've got started on
these tiresome old papers and Mr..
Henderson insists we must go ahead.
It's likely to take an hour"
"But I don't mind waiting"
Celia assured her. 1--WE been read
ing. I didn't know it was lunch
time"
mo, no. I wouldn't impose up
on you that wayp Evelyn spoke
firmly. IF you think they can give
you something to eat where you are
I'll promise to drop around and
pick you up at 2:3O. We might see
matinee. There's the Barrymore
picture at one of the theaters."
Celia said she was certain she
could arrange about lunch. She
was pleased at the thought of see
ing the motion picture. Film plays
were still a treat. 1t was agreed
that Evelyn should stop for her at
2:3O.
Putting the receiver on its hook
Celia went to consult with Martha
Evelyn Parsons, at the other end
of the connection, smiled secretive-
ly as she rested the French tele-
phone upon its stand.
She was in the extensively fur
nished waiting room which the firm
Of Henderson 81 Henderson provided
for its clients. The call to Celia
had been the second She had made
that morning.
Mrs. Parsons opened her hand
bag, consulted her reflection in the
square mirror critically She made
few improvements with powder
and lipstick, then closed the hand
bag.
After that she rose and stepped
out into the corridor A swiftly
descending, elevator carried her
twenty floors to the ground.
There were a few minutes of de-
lay and then she was in her car
driving uptown. A glance at her
jeweled wrist watch informed her
that there was time enough.
After that, she sat back and de-
voted herself to the prospects ahead.
There was shrewdness back of the
smile lurking about her eyes.
# II
TNHE car stopped before a fash
Il ionable hotel and liveried at
tendant opened the door. Mrs.
Persons stepped to the sidewalk,
gave her chauffeur a few words of
instruction and entered the hotel.
She walked through the richly
decorated lobby until she reached
q certain alcove. There were chairs
there, but only one was occupied.
Evelyn Parsons sat down to wait.
There was an air Of distinction
about the black and white frock
Evelyn was wearing. Her hat had
been designed by Reboux.
She looked like a woman any
man would be glad to be seen dining
with. Her manner, complacent and
assured, conveyed the same i'm
preston.
Whomever she was expecting
was late. Several times Evelyn
glanced at the tiny wrist watch.
Then, halfway across the lobby,
she saw a man coming toward her.
Mrs. Parsons stood up.
"HoW do YOU dol" she smiled