The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1932-05-20

phone subscribers. Sure enough,
there was the name. In his small,
neat. copper plate script. Dunbar
wrote the street number IN his
pocket address book. II might be
handy to have during the next few
DAYS.
To his fathers surprise and irri-
tation, Bob did not come around.
The servants reported that he had
returned home around noon. had
packed bag and departed without
leaving any word.
Mrs. Dunbar was at Hot Springs.
She was one Of those fretful, chronic
invalids. Her husband was relieved
that there was no necessity of ex-
planning the situation TO her.
A FTER a day Of waiting, during
IA which his digestion was an
noyingly impaired. the older man
mapped out a course OF action.
Hard-shelled autocrat that he was,
he loved his only son dearly. This
open break with Robert disturbed
him. Mr.. Dunbar decided TO see
the girl and talk a little sense 70
her.
He frowned with distaSte as his
taxi. humping along the shabby size
street. came to stop. 1t was Just
as he had expected house IN a
row of brave, rundown dwellings,
badly needing paint.
wait for me-" he commanded
the driver. Dunbar rang the bell
with some trepidation. 1t was not
pleasant errand, but 1t was one
ne must 90 through with whether
or not he liked 1t.
A lean. gray-haired woman in a
spotless blue house dress answered
the ring.
I'VE don't want to buy anything,
she began firmly. Then, struck by
something in her callers bearing,
she stopped, confused.
Il want to see Miss Susan Carey,
Dunbar said in his courtliest man
ner. us she IMP"
"Oh. yes. I'll call her" The gray
haired woman gave him another
penetrating look and then invited
him to enter.
AS the man waited in the small
living room, he glanced about with
annoyance. II was not at all the
sort of interior he had expected.
The old rosewood chairs. carved and
upholstered in the manner of the
eighties. had a decent self-respect
about them. So had the ancient
square piano.
The whole place reminded him
dimly of his mothers front parlor
It was uncompromisingly clean and
the frilled white curtains showed no
sign of the usual Chicago CRIME.
THERE was a faint rustic in the
l. hall and ne stood up, feeling
rather Ill at ease. The girl who
faced him was tall and slender. Her
dress of black wooden stuff had
nun-like frill o; white at the throat.
The man noticed that her skin
had an extraordinary, translucent
fairness and that she wore no
makeup. Her eyes were enormous.
AS the girl advanced. Dunbar be-
gan to speak quickly and glibly. II
Susan was not the sort of person
he had expected to see, he gave no
sign.
His method NJ attack was sinnnIe
He would play on her better feel
ing. He would make her see that
marriage with a penniless boy
would be quite different from mar
riage to the heir of millions.
I'm Bob Dunbar's father" he
began. Susan was not surprised
From Bob the night before she had
heard the whole story.
II don't want you to think" the
man pursued winningly. that I've
come here in an antagnoistic mood.
On the contrary. I feel very friend
~ toward you. and now that I've
seen you, I must applaud my sons
taste"
He seated himself at her invita-
ton. Il only want to make it quite
clear that there we're good rea-
sons for my behaving as I did when
my son told me his plans. Robert
is. I'm afraid. very impulsive. and"
here he shook his head sadly, "ex-
tremely tickle.
Perhaps you do not know that