The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1932-05-19
CHAPTER FoRTY-FouR

THIS was the letter Heath haC
Il written TO Susan:
My Dear-I hope you are goinl
TO understand what I am trying I,
say. It may seem at the eleventh
hour an absurd gesture on my part
But after giving the matter a grea
deal Of thought have decided thi
marriage Of US is not wise.
i am asking you TO release me
feeling quaint certainty that thu
release actually viii be yours. Susan
dear, you are much too young foi
me. knew 1t from the start, bu
I deluded myself into thinking w
could surmOunt that obstacle.
Now have come TO the con.
clusion it is too serious to be taker
lightly. am afraid I have beer
selfish through all this. have beer
trying TO recapture my own youth
through your eyes. and that il
neither natural nor fair.
Il am hoping you viii marry
soon some one Of your own age OF
Whereabouts. Be sure the man yol
choose is worthy of you. No, take
that back. BE sure you love hin
enough.
Everything else will follow.
don't mean, my dear, to sound likt
a fatuous old dotard, but perhaps
you viii forgive me for offering YOU
all this advice.
There's another thing. 1t wa
on my account that you left gain.
ful occupation. It may be difficult
for you to find interesting and we'll
paid work just now. For. that rea-
son, I am asking you to accept il
good part the arrangements / have
made through my lawyer.
A trust fund. which viii pay you
a modest weekly income, has beer
placed in your aunt's name. YoU
see, I have been so sure that yoU
would try to refuse this that have
tied it up hard and fast. You car
do nothing about it. 1t is, any,
how. small favor to grant me.
You may explain this in any way
you like to those who have known
our plans. I am sailing the day
after tomorrow. If were not sure
this was the wisest course, believe
me, I should not be acting as I am
wish you, as always, the very best
life has to offer.
ERNEST HEATH"
Susan read the letter through
again, dazed. Then she folded il
mechanically and put it beside hel
plate. Mrs. Milton hustled in.
That coffee's cold, child" she
said chidingly. Let me get YOU
a fresh cup"
CUSAN heard the words as in a
- dream. She slipped the steam
ing liquid, grateful for the burning
sensation it afforded her. She felt
numb.
Whats the matter, child? Don't
you feel well?"
Eyes, perfectly. Only I've just re-
membered I have an errand to do
OllC 4Aullk vi AACA AAeAb eAAAA NO0A
and tore out OF the house. There
was a pay station at the corner
drug store. She fumbled the pages
of the telephone book and called a
number.
rs Mr.. Dunbar in?"
A shadow of disappointment fit
ted over her face. mo, thanks, nc
message. I'll call him later" Susan
paused, irresolute, at the stand
where the telephone directories
we're kept and rified the pages
again. There was a chance Bot
might be at his fathers Office.
Again she was doomed to disap-
pointment. Young Mr.. Dunbar was
not in, the operator said. She had
no idea when he might be. He sell
dom came to the Office or Satur-
days. There was just chance that
madam might find him at the
country club.
Did madam know the number?
If she would wait a minute it could
be found for her. Susan held The
receiver. the blood pounding in her
ears. After a long wait the opera
tors mechanical voice came baci;
over the wire. No, Mr.. Dunbar