The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-10-23
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She touched a handkerchief
daintily to her eyes before going
on. Il felt so alone! There was
no one to whom 1 could turn. In
desperation 1 left everything and
sailed for France.
Those months were miserable. I
had friends, but they had gone
abroad for pleasure. I kept to my
self and mourned. Yes, it was
dreadful winter. I think am fairly
brave, John, but I have never been
so happy!"
My dear, If this hurts you, don't
go on"
But I must, John. I want you
to understand. Besides telling it
to you-doesn't hurt. 1t helpsl
After came back to New York I
made a new effort to forget myself.
Il told myself that what was past
was past and I must carry on. There
were business affairs to tend to.
Then you came to nle-with Celia"
Evelyn paused dramatically.
From that first night you came
to see me everything has been diff
ferent. I felt that here was some
one who needed me. Here was some
thing to which I could give myself.
81 was trying to make dear little
Celia happy, so I gathered young
people about. Their laughter and
brightness were the very things
needed. Don't you see? What I've
tried to do for Celia-and for you
has given me a new life. I'm alone
no longer because I have"
The noiselessly moving waiter was
at Mrs. Parsons side. He held a
tray of mullins shrouded in nap
kins.
"Will you have muffin, madam"
What Evelyn Parsons would have
liked to do with that tray Of mullins
may be guessed. The fine climax
Of her dramatic scene had been
ruined by a plate of bakery stuff.
She looked up startled. If there
was CLINT of fire in her blue eyes
only the waiter saw 1t. Then, with
an effort, Evelyn controlled herself.
mo mullins" she said.
Mitchell helped himself to the hot
bread and the waiter moved away.
what you've told me is Won
derful lesson" he said slowly. But
it is more than that. It's the record
of beautiful spirit. Your love for
Dwight will be enshrined in a null
titude of unselfish deeds for others"
Evelyn stirred.
Dwight" she said. Then, catch
ing herself, she added quickly, ooh,
of course"
If this was an odd speech from
a widow of ten months, Mitchell did
not notice it. He was finishing his
coffee. When he put down his cup
he seemed to look at his compan-
ion with a new interest.
Evelyn" he said, you've a Won
derful woman"
TINE luncheon was soon over.
4 There was no opportunity for
Evelyn Parsons, try as she would,
to reach again the high dramatic
moment which she had built up be-
fore. From personalities the con-
versation veered sharply to practical
affairs.
1t was nearly 2:30 when John
Mitchell, on the curb, lifted his hat
and bowed as Evelyn's motor car
moved away. She had offered to
leave him at his Office, but Mitchell
said he had an engagement nearby.
Celia was watching from the win
dow when the limousine reached
Grammercy square. She had tired
Of her book and began to grow anx-
Gus.
Between a hero on the printed
page and John Barrymore on the
motion picture screen there was a
world of difference, and the advan-
tage was all with the actor. 80 far
Celia's day in the city had been
rather dull.
The car stopped. Celia called to
Martha that she was leaving. Then
she gathered up her sweater and
books, opened the door and ran
down the steps.
Its not too late, is it?" she asked
\ eagerly as she stepped into the car
beside Mrs. Parsons.
TOO late for what?"
1.-THE picture. You know-John
Barrymore. looked in the morn
ing paper and found the name Of
the theater. It's on Forty third
street."
"Oh, I'd forgotten. Really, I think
we'd better put that off until an
other day. We can come in any aft
ernoon and you see it's getting on
after 8 o'clock now. We won't be
home as it is. until s."
mo. suppose not"
Celia was not of the temperament
to sulk. Nevertheless she could not
hide her disappointment. 1t was