The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-12-16

CeClly, now, could not see thai
Phil with his feet 2 inches tow.
cred above the shortish Mr.. Nickel
She could not see that Phil, with
his smooth hair and his deep, dark
proved blue eyes, and his maturity
and manlineSs, made Barry Mckee
look boyish and fragile and made
quate.
In time, of course, things neces-
sarily emerged from the haze anc
crystallized into clearly outlined du-
ties, and probabilities, habits anc
certainties.
Marriage, Ann believed, made thi;
emergence easy; totaling, as ii
went along, certainties, duties, hab-
It's, troubles, into a sum fine anc
noble, instead of confusing them
into problems petty and quarrel
some.
Why this should be true, Ann did
not know. Like many other prac-
teal persons, she held hard to a
few large reasonless faiths, and one
Of hers was that marriage in itself
was the eternal panacea.
For moment, as she looked at
Cecily, pity and fear thumped to-
gether in AIMS mind 1t was an
intolerable fusion, and she rejected
it, and tried to listen to Rosalie
who was telling the old May-day
story, with Cecily substituted for
the heroine in place of Ann.
"Our dear son John was working
toward his doctors degree, and he
had accepted an assistant profess
notwithstanding of the sort,
in Harvard that year Cecily was
not quite years old, but she wrote
me letter.
I treasure it yet. 1t said, Dear
Resale: They made me Queen of
the May at my school today. They
did not make father Queen of the
May at his school, Your loving
Ann Cecily, mean, Fancy my
saying Ami"
livery ONE laughed but Phil,
H who could not be expected to
laugh, since he had heard the story
many times before.
Barry exclaimed pleasantly about
little girls who went to school at
years old and wrote letters, and
Rosalie began her interminable
round of anecdotes concerning the
three prodigieS, the sisters Fenwick,
and Phil sat, and was handsome,
and looked bored, bored, bored.
For Phil'S sake, and for Cecily'S,
too, Ann snatched the opportunity
offered at the end of Rosalie's story
about 6-year-old Mary Frances and
her first view of the Pacific ocean
CT had understood" lisped Mary
Frances, as she turned away, that
it was much bigger than that") to
tell about the funny man who had
gone with them for the Labor day
party at Agate beach.
HE was a 'Steenth cousin of
somebody's and we none of us
understood how he got into our
group at all. But there he was,
and he liked us less than we liked
him, and he complained about the
coffee and wouldn't help with any
of the work.
On Sunday evening I happened
to be alone on the porch, and there
was glorious sunset doing mar
velous purple things to the ocean.
I called the others, Come and see
the ocean' and they all came ex-
cept this Mr.. Whatever his-name-
was.
Il thought he hadn't heard me,
he was in the dining room, so I
ran in there and said again, mad
with enthusiasm, oh, Mr.. So-and-
so, come and see the ocean, He
sat stolid in his chair and put back
his chin and said, I have saw the
ocean,"
Barry's laugh leaped out salts
factorily. But Phil looked bored,
bored, bored.
Did anyone ask him." Barry
said about York Cathedral?"
Ann did not understand, but Phil
opened his eyes wider and leaned
forward. "Ah! You care for the
Brontes?"
do I! Emily in particular. I've
just been rereading -.
n
A mn soon stopped listening. She
IA sat with small smile fixed on
her lips, and was glad that Phil
was no longer bored, and that Ce-
oily seemed to have read all the
Bronte books, and that Rosalie had
been lulled and was nodding in her
heliotrope perfume.
She had put on a lot of it tonight.
Phil said that Rosalie always was
ruthlessly perfumed. Poor Rosalie
she wore those heavy underarm
dress shields, and they got sort of
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