The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-06-25

slightly rundown. The porch
sagged and the shingles needed
paint. But 10 Cass and Lame, with
eyes accustomed to the brick and
mortar Of the smoldering city, the
place had an air Of ease and even
beauty.
Mrs. Snlithers answered the clam
COS Of their knock and showed them
70 their rooms. Cass said, looking
about the loW-eaved third story
apartment. I wonder if this won't
be terribly hot"
Mrs. Smthers assured them it was
amazingly cool under the roof. The
two had to take her word for it.
Mrs. Sndthers was a small, rudy
woman in blue gingham. Her hair
was white and her blue eyes had
gentle melancholy as did her voice
The place smelled Of gingerbread
and applesauce. Lane loved that
as well as the white iron bed with
its honeycomb Counterpart. She
loved the uneven, painted floor with
the rag rugs, the washstand with
its quaint bowl and pitcher.
There was a bathroom on the
second floor, their landlady ex-
planned, with a modest pride. She
supposed city folks" would find it
kind Of inconvenient."
Lame and Cass tried to look as If
they were used to the most lavish
quarters so that she might not be
disillusioned.
They left their bags and started
70 walk to the theater. The play
house was located on a corner of
the Cleespaugh estate on the shore.
There would be no trouble, said
Mrs. Smithers, in finding it, as or
ange-painted arrows marked the
way all along the road, THE Will
low Stream playhouse, one mile"
THROUGH the trees ahead they
Il could glimpse that graystone
pile which was the Cleespaugh man
sion. 1t was done quite in the Eng
lish manner, with ivy clambering
over the walls, with mullioned
windows and velvet terraces de-
scending to a dream Of a garden.
There's a place" sighed Lame,
you wouldn't be ashamed to take
the boy friend!"
Cass laughed, then looked
shocked. where do you pick up
such dreadful talk?" she wanted to
know. Lame said, Elsie always
jokes about boy friends. 1t isn't
considered vulgar any more, Mother.
It's whimsical. Elsie says all our
best people use the phrase"
CaSs shifted. Obviously she had
her own opinions about "our best
people"
The road led away now from the
house and in a little glade beyond
they could see the red tiled roof
OF the playhouse. A little group
already had assembled.
Cass could see Elsie, very
animated, wearing pink sports
dress and engaging a lean YOU
man inconversation. Vernon Wells
was experimenting the unloading of
a van.
Mrs. Cleespaugh, in another of
her astonishing embroidered gowns
OF past era, lifted her lorgnette
to survey the scene.
Lame suddenly was overwhelmed
by maidenly shyness. She did not
know all these people and these she
did know seemed new and strange.
removed from their familiar sur
roundings. She began to feel panic
stricken about her. job.
Would she be clever enough to
talk to people as briskly as she
ought, to make change and take
charge Of all that money? She felt
decided qualns.
ElSie'S greeting was reassuring
Hello, kid, how're things?" Yes,
Elsie was nice and friendly. Lanes
heart warmed to her.
True, she was rather snoopy at
times, liked to ask personal cues
tons, and liked to pry. But Lame
felt that her simple friendliness
made up for all that.
I'VE don't begin until Thursday
night" Elsie volunteered. 1.-THE old
man" (she made a disrespectful
face at Vernon's back sis having
fits because the velvet curtains ar
rived two inches too long.
1.-The decorators have to dash out
tomorrow and take a tuck in them.
And the lighting system has gone
blooey out here in the wilds."
Elsie seemed pleased, on the
whole, at this delay.
Lame went around to the front of
the small theater and peered in.
Electricians were making great to
do, bawling back and forth at each
other. Carpenters were hammering.
TO Be Continued)