The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1932-03-15

/ blOuBHt yOu might IKE 10, my
dear"
L wouldn't" she told him on a
note Of high courage. L want to
be married today with Myra. That's
what we came for"
And Barclay was content.
They were married in a tiny
white painted church with green
leafy branches rustling against the
windows and letting through spots
OF sunshine that speckled the red
carpet.
The minister's wife cut flowers
from her garden for the altar and
played "Oh, Promise Me" at the
organ just before the ceremony.
THE ministers wife was a ro-
= mantle soul. She did not dream
that the last note of the song made
Ellen think of an ocean liners
whistle and of the final warming,
''All ashore that's going ashore"
She did not guess that rs the or
gan wheezed to silence and Ellen
fought down the sheer panic that
made her want to rush from the
church, the pale, beautiful bride
was thinking it was too late now
to go ashore. The gangplank was
raised.
Then, as the minister began to
speak, Ellen saw Stevens adoring
eyes smiling into hers and was
afraid no longer. How could she
be afraid Of one. who loved her so?
Her response was clear anG steady.
She heard Stevens voice. Then
there was frosty circle of plati-
mum and diamonds on her finger,
and Steven bent to kiss her.
The minister smiled his congratu-
lations and Ellen heard Molly sob.
1t was over. She was Mrs. Steven
Barclay.
Steven called her that first and
left the Rev. Mr.. Southey disap-
pointed. Molly rushed up to kiss
her and to kiss her new son. Myra,
who had become a bride five min
utes earlier, was kissing them both
and comparing her ring with FL
lens while Bert, a little in the
background, looked shyly on and
thought his own bride the most
beautiful girl in the world.
ELLEN, still in world of I'M
IL reality, was resolving to be the
best wife in the world to Steven.
She accepted the arm he offered,
chung to it and looked up conf
IDENTIFY at her husband, her eyes
luminous and solemn as a childS
eyes. Together they walked out
into the sunshine.
There was rice after ala small
bag of it flung by Mrs. Southey
from the steps of the church. The
spell of solemnity disappeared in
burst of hysterical laughter.
Refreshments had been prepared
in the parsonage, a tiny, white
house in the shadow of the church,
but the wedding party was too hur-
ried to stop, much to Mrs. SoutheyS
0AOd
She stood on the sidewalk shaded
by a great oak tree, and waved until
the big car was out of sight.
They scarcely had been gone a
quarter hour before Louis Symes,
Barclays lawyer, leaped from a
roadster that had come roaring
down the highway, frantically rang
the parsonage door bell and de-
manded to see Steven at once.
Mrs. Southey, in a fever of in
terest and excitement, told him the
marriage already had taken place.
No, she did not know where the
bride and bridegroom were bound.
She thought perhaps
Let me see your husband"
Synles cut her short.
A LMOST before she had pointed
L n out her husbands study, Symes
was Striding across the room,
knocked on the door and was inside.
Within five minutes the study
door burst open again. The lawyer
raced from the house and down the
shady sidewalk to his car. The Rev.
Mr.. Southey came from his study
and paced the floor, sign that he
was deeply agitated.
He did not respond to Mrs.
Southey's anxious questions. He