The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-07-21
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gan gently and regretfully. my
aunt, Mrs. Anthony Page, is really
in charge of that, and I imagine
that the list is all made up by this
time"
Exactly, your aunt is Mrs. Page,
Dan said, land you are related TO
the Pomeroys and Eyres and
ThrockmortonS, aren't you? Exact
ly. Now, III tell you our PROPOSE
ton, Miss Chesebrough, and you can
take it or leave it, Just as you see
fit"
His rather heavy face was lit by
excitement now, and he was lean
ing forward in his chair. "You have
undoubted position here" he said.
you belong to one of the Oldest
families, and you have relatives in
all the others. You know them all,
and Just how they grade socially,
and they know you.
Now, I'm not asking you to come
here to live; that isn't my idea at
all.
TIN asking you to meet my sister
Il you'll like her-and to take
her about with you and get her
started. You'll know better than
I how to manage it. You supposedly
will be cataloging our books, but
you will be as free as air. You'll
have the cars and the boat--any-
thing; all the money you need!
And, of course, I'll make it worth
your while. You're a business
woman, and I'm talking business.
You undertake this" he contin-
ued earnestly, "and I'll bank $500
to your account on the first day of
every month. More than that, Il
Pansy marries, and marries decent
ly-$25,000 cash. Now, how about
it?"
Patricia's first thought was that
of all the delicious gossip that had
been drifting about concerning the
Palmers, this was the most delect-
able scrap. She must remember
every word Of this for her intimates
to laugh over!
But the mention of $500 a month
had given her a seconds resent
full pause. They could offer her this,
these plebeians! And, Oh" she
groaned in her heart, why couldn't
it be something 1 could do?"
For Patricia was poor; only she
herself knew how desperately and
how humiliatingly poor. She went
to luncheons and teas, she drifted
in and out of the Countrywomen's
Club, the city's most exclusive doors
were open to Patricia; but she owed
money at her cheap little boarding
house and she had not whole dol
lar in the world.
'She don't have to marry money!"
Mrs. Palmer said, when the son
paused, "but gentleman, that's
all. Now, she met a man coming
across the ocean two years ago, and
she liked him real well, and he
didn't have cent; but she was
only Is then, and, of course, she
was only little girl! But a man
like that, 1 mean. 1t was Sidney
the artist"
Sidney Hutchinson Patricia'S
heart gave spring. But immedi-
ately amusement blotted out every
other emotion. Sidney the ex-
quisite, Sidney the rare, casually al
lotted to Pansy Palmer! She had
a quick vision of him, in his panty
smock, dreaming over his piano;
she seemed to hear his strangely
sure and half cynical comment upon
a book.
Dye know him?" asked Dan.
"Oh, very well. He-Tve known
him since before my fathers death,
eight years ago. He is just paint
ing my debutante cousin, Roberta
Throckmorton."
He could paint Pansy!" said
Pansy'S mother.
What do you think of the propo-
sition?" Dan resumed in a business
like tone.
DIVIDED between amusement
- and indignation, she escaped.
She would let him know" she had
something else in mind" She
could telephone, but was sure that
it wouldn't be-wouldn't be pos
sible."
And so she was descending the
shallow marble steps from the great
doorway of 1.-The Castle" again, and
drawing a great breath of relief with