The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1932-01-12

mo. No, he won't. Not ever
We're all through, Phil and l."
Angel Isn't that silly You've
had quarrels before"
Not like this one. And before
I've cared so dreadfully, Cissey. I've
been so crushed-so hurt. Now I'm
Just sort of light feeling and free
l can't explain 1t.
There's the bell again. You
answer 1t, will you, Cissy? I don't
want these napkins TO dry out
"Phils changed his mind" &c.
ely laughed as she went toward
the hall.
She was still laughing when she
returned to the kitchen, with big
beribbcned box from a horistss in
her arms.
"Hurrah for the oner" she said
"Oh, Ann, what did I tell you?
Here, and hence to the telephone.
She took the iron from AIMS hand
and pushed the box into her arms
A mn stood still and held the
4 n cardboard thing as she might
have held a baby. She closed her
eyes and bit at her lower lip, try
ing not to moan with the surg
ing pain of relief. 1t had been only
a mad nightmare.
She was loved. Phil loved her
There was no loneliness, no fear
He would be with her soon, and his
arms would hold her in strength
and safety, and his lips would give
her all of life again.
Cecily's voice, still laughing, was
urging her to open it. She could
laugh now. Laugh forever and al
wsys-she and Phil together.
She put the box on the table and
as her fingers tugged at the bow she
thought that everything could be
explained-or forgiven. 1t was 50
easy to forgive.
Cecil said, ooh, Ann-the beau
ties, the beauties! And smell 'emp
Ann, at last, let the air out of hel
frightened lungs, and it made a
queer, suffering sound as she said
He shouldn't have" because
there were such masses of them
down there in the green, shading
from creamy white to deep rose.
Water lilies, so rare, so different
And Phil had remembered how she
loved them and had got them anc
sent them to her-all the water lille;
in the world.
She reached for the card. She
hoped that Cecily would not notice
how her hands we're shaking. She
hoped that Phil would not say tina,
he was sorry.
She wanted to be the first to say
that. He need not have sent 3
card-the water lilies said all that
he'd ever need to say.
For my inspirational girl" she
read Below that, neatly engraved
were a few meaningless words: Mr.
Kenneth Homer Smith"
A mn said. Il came to talk to you
"A for few minutes about my
little sister, Mary Frances Fen
wick, If you can spare the time, Miss
Lane"
Miss Lane, portly, comfortable
looking, poised always as a sternly
matter -of-fact middle-aged person,
answered, Eyes, indeed. Come in,
won't you? I'm so glad you came,
Miss Fenwick. So glad
She overdid it because she was
not at all glad to have Ann come,
and because the tragic look in AIMS
white face and dark eyes rein
forced her conviction that parents
relatives in general always came
under this classification were
idiots.
She feared that this interview
was going to be difficult. She had
promised those lovely, sweet old
people this morning that, if either
Ann or Cecily should talk to her
she would not tell them about the
silly and-well, not really nice peo-
pie she had found written in Mary
Frances notebook.
Copied, she thought, felt sure
hoped and trusted. Not original
surely not! Oh, no-not original!
The dear old gentleman had said
I'VE shall inform Mary Frances sis
ters of her failure to make her GUS
tomary high grades. That is theil
due.
Eyes We shall need to tell then
so much, to discuss the matter Of
our little ones health Also, they
may be able to assist her, from time
to time, with her studies.
But of this-more delicate ques-
ton, we shall say nothing. Moth
ing. They themselves are young
A bit impetuous-a bit, may 1 say
censorious.
Youth, as you know, my deal