The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-07-25

and comfortable tweed. the man
looking even more than his I'M
usual height in his belted coat, loose
knickerbockers and heavy high
laced boots. Patricia was radiant
under a wide hat; her short skirt
showed her own trim, high walking
shoes.
On the car, the ferryboat and the
car again, they chartered with a
freedom that had somehow been
absent from their relationship of
late. Helena's coming and the re-
sponsibility she brought him and
Patricias absorption in her new
position had kept them apart. But
this was their old playground, they
had spent many a dreaming sum-
mer Sunday here, and every step
of the way seemed to carry Patricia
back to the old mood of happiness
and hope
They were only a dozen miles
from Deerbridge now, yet this was
open country. The farmhouse, where
they stopped for cream and the es-
sential coffee pot, stood alone on
the edge of wood, and they had
climbed only half a mile beyond it
when there was no human sound
except their own voices to break
the heavenly autumn calm.
Yellow and scarlet leaves drifted
slowly down through the warm and
fragrant air, the ground beneath
their feet was strewn with glory.
In the woods there was an aro-
matte, a balsamic tonic in the little
currents of breeze that drifted to
and fro: the sky as high and blue
and crossed by the sails of tiny
clouds. They heard a woodpecker
and triumphant notes from the
barnyard far below. The sounds
came softened and beautified
through the stiffness.
Almost without speech. they fol-
lowed the half-effaced path. 1t led
them leisurely upward and stopped
where the sunlight fell warmly on
the blue. wide waters of the dam.
A wide bulkhead of cement held
the waters back; there was little
Spillway where they foamed free;
for the rest, they we're motionless,
sapphire and satin smooth. The
bank rose sharply on the opposite
shore and the reflection of flaming
trees lay unbroken in the still water.
lDATRICIA crossed the dam dam
Il tily and sat down with her
back against a great oak. She took
of her hat, SmOothed her hair back
with a quick motion of both hands,
and gave a great sigh Of utter hap
pineSs.
Sidney flung himself at her feet,
and for a time there was no word
between them and no sound in all
the world except the smooth tumble
of water from the dam. and the
little crack and snap and rustic Of
small life in the woods. ChipmunkS
ran boldly about their own affairs,
a trout jumped. and two great blue
jays in mad pursuit of a plumy-
tailed gray squirrel. curved and
swept through the low branches of
a maple.
why do we think anything in
the world is worth while except
this. Pate"
do we?" she asked dreamily.
1--WE think We dol" he answered
somberly. I'VE get all mixed!
Other things seem worth while.
Some day well have a cottage
in woods like these, Pat. and well
bring our breakfast down to the
dam, or our supper E. we'll watch
the moon rise!"
They had planned it so, for years.
she thought, looking half sadly at
his handsome, happy face, his half
shut eyes.
do you know the Palmer motto,
Sid?"
Great Allah Have they a mot
to? And a coat of arms, of course?
Where did they get them?'
Il don't know where they got
them. my dear. but they have them.
On Beatrices notepaper. on the ia
BILE linen and on the limousine. This
is the family motto.
Since week before last" he in
terpolated. We'll. what is it?" he
added as she laughed and was silent.
1T is Make the Way" Patricia
said.
Good motto for elinbersl" he
commented dryly.
=
ETOOD motto for anybody" she
VI said. Its mine now. Sid.
am going TO make them my way.
They want 70 climb into society on
my shoulders; I'm going to climb
into independence on theirs. The
way was CaponSacchi. They are my
Caponsacchi."
us there so much money in it?"