The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-10-01

I day. Bradford was supposed to
take my assignments after 3 o'clock.
II was just about ready to beat
it when the tip came in. Morgan
yelled at me and said, You take
this, Shields Well, of course there
wasn't any use arguing. l didn't
even have time to bluff.
Casey went with me. 1t was a
private tip to the city editor that
Park could be found at a house out
there where a girl lives he used to
be seen with before he was sent
up.
"All the papers in town have
been playing the Park story all
week. 1t seemed like hot lead,
and we sure burned up the road.
Well-that's about all there Is to
tell. 1t turned out there wasn't
any such house number, and after
two hours we decided there wasn't
any such girl either.
Finally when we called the Office
Morgan decided the whole thing
was phoney. There was my after
noon gone-and you gone, too!
II called up your mother that
evening, but I guess she didn't get
my message. Anyhow, / wasn't able
to see her until last night, and
that's why I couldn't write before.
She gave me the address. hope
you've been having a fine time in
New York, and that your new rela-
tives improve on acquaintance. I
haven't got the raise yet.
IF it isn't on this weeks pay
check guess I'll have to have an
other session with the M. E.
There isn't anything else to tell
you except that it seems about a
million years since you were here.
1t isn't any fun driving alone eve
nings.
Looks like long summer ahead.
I certainly was sorry not to be able
to say goodby at the station. Hope
you'll write soon and tell me you
haven't forgotten a certain evening
I have in mind. Believe me, I
haven't. It's awfully lonesome here,
Honey. Lots Of love,
BARNEY"
There was a rustic of motion in
the hallway. Celia Mitchell, intent
on the letter, did not hear it. The
sound was repeated; then there
came a knock at the door.
The glow faded from Celia's
cheeks. She stood up, backing
away from the door and jamming
the pages into her pocket.
who's there?" she demanded.
Your luggage, ma'am."
CHE recognized the chauffer's
~ voice. Celia breathed sigh of
relief and then said: Bring the
bags in
The interruption reminded the
girl that downstairs Mrs. Parsons
would be waiting. Already it was
a quarter after /.
She could not resist, however.
reading the last two paragraphs of
Barney's letter again before she
folded it and hid it away in her
purse.
Then with a hasty pat at her hair
and a dab of powder on her nose
she was ready for luncheon.
She and Mrs. Parsons were the
only two present for the meal. The
other guests, Mrs. Parsons said.
would arrive that afternoon and
evening.
The house seemed even larger,
viewed from the interior, than out
side. of the entrance hall there
was huge living room with a
fireplace, bookcases and a great
many comfortable oYerStuffed
chairs.
The dining room on the other
side of the house, had broad win
dows looking out over the garden.
Celia glimpsed other rooms opening
from these.
She was particularly pleased with
the wide porch reached by French
windows in the living room. Surely
if the house had been built long ago
Evelyn Parsons had done much to
modernize it.
you must do just whatever you
like this afternoon" Evelyn said as
dessert was being served. Kate
and Idsi Duncan are driving over
with Walter Carr. They'll be here
any time.
Eva and Courtney Brooks
promised to come by tea time.
They're not really much older than
the rest of the crowd, though
they've been married three years.
Eve used to be Eve Carpenter.
Courtney dabbles at being an
artist, and they spend as much time
abroad as they do here. BY the way,
understand you and your grand
mother are going to France In
September"
Yes" Celia said. Il can hardly
believe it. though"
How I'd love to be the one to
show you Parisl"
"Ch, Mrs. Parsons that would be
wonderful"
The nlder woman smiled