The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-08-08
OUT OUR WAY

CHAPTER THIRTEEN Continued
She helped him fasten some flap
ping robes over the engine, every
movement they made dislodging the
lightly packed snow. Shaking. trem-
bling. they fought their way back to
the porch again, slipped and Stun
bled to the door, tugged it open, and
stood shuddering and cramped be-
fore the fire.
I think that had better end
any talk of the other cabin" Pa
tricia said, when she could speak
again, and the incredible process of
getting warm had been renewed.
"You would have to drag wood up
there, and keep both fires going.
doubt if We couldefind it in the dark,
anyway. I hope we are safe here!"
What could happen to us here?"
he asked sensibly. I'VE have plenty
of food and plenty of wood" And
quite naturally he added: Can you
make yourself comfortable on that
settes, do you think? If you want
to 50 to sleep. I'll watch the fire."
Does one of us have to stay
awaken" she demanded.
"Oh, no! I meant that I'd fix
myself bed here beside it" he an
swered, and for few minutes moth
ing more was said. Patricia cleared
the table, stacking her supplies
neatly for the morning; Dan made
icy and breathless journeys to the
cellar for wood.
TINE fire cracked and leaped;
Il green sap dubbed from the ends
of the great logs. The candles wav-
cred in little drafts that crept in;
the lamp burned steadily in its glass
chimney.
inside Dan and Patricia smiled
at each other from their big chairs
by the fire. Outside the blizzard
howled and whimpered. and the
snow piled itself softly over the
world, and over the stalled motor
car, and the tiny cabin hidden away
in the forest of Mountainhead.
More than once, in the long
Btraining and buffeting Of the wild
night, Patricia awakened, in her
deep nest of robes and pillows, and
looked about her.
Always the scene was the same.
The IRE burned steadily. and be-
side it lay Dan on an improvised
couch Of cushions. The light Of
the flames touched warmly here
and there. Shadows massed and
broke again in the corners of the
room.
Outside the storm ragged on.
Branches cracked. once a tree fell,
with a slow rising crescendo OF
sound. Patricia, turning drowsy
ewes toward the side window, could
see that the snow actually was
creeping up against the pane. They
were snowbound.
She looked at Dan. or rather at
the tumbled hair and the one line
of brown cheek and firm jaw that
were visible as he slept. And when
she looked her eyes narrowed into
a smile that had something mater
nal in its affectionate indulgence,
and a dimple deepened in her cheek
Dan, the barbarian, Dan, the pie
beian. was still Dan. the realest man
she had ever known. Her magni1-
cent father, her Cousin Harry, Sid
ney. and all the males Of the tribe
of Evres and Chambers and Pages,
had been men of one type; educated,
affected, arrogant. sure Of certain
facts in life. Indifferent to the view
points Of other people.
And Sidney had belonged to
them: distinguished by his genius
and his poverty, he had neverthe-
less made their standards his own.
When Sidney assumed evening dress,
when he presented his hostess With
flowers, when he escorted a group
of women to a box party at the
theater, he merely was one more
eligible man among the others.
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TAN was different. Society had
- essfaeted him merely because
It ksd epudiated him. He had,
IN a blunt and angry fashion, forced
eSrtain doors; he had tired quickly
of the game.
The moment-and the girl had
seen it arrive-when Deertridge's
incest set had seen fit to accept Dan
Palmer was also the moment when
IN rudeness and boredom and dis
.liuSionment he had lost all interest
IN what it bad to offer.
What did he want? Patricia
unused. watching him asleep. He
had said that he preferred his Dex-
ter COWS to the Entire Nous. and at
different times he had mentioned
that he would like to sail up the
Nile" camp out for six months IN