The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1933-10-28
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like you and Joan. 1t would be
million times worse. And I'm her
sister"
DARNEY was seeing things clearly
ID now, in the light of this new
knowledge. Things fell into place
Fitted.
The whole pattern was there.
Joan's sadness, the melancholy
quality in her voice. 1t was that
quality that had stirred him. 1t had
been a long time before Joan hao
responded to his devotion. And
when she had, he had missed some
thing
we couldn't" said Pat. "Oh,
Barney, I'll go away!"
You can't go away" Barney said.
Looking across at Pat, sitting there
with the brave look in her eyes, he
knew it was the one thing he
couldn't stand-having Pat leave.
L swear I'll be good" he prom
ised. III stop thinking about you.
And I'll see to it that Joan never
even guesses the truth. You and 1
would probably live a cat-and-dog
life anyhow"
"Of course we would" encouraged
Pat huskily.
Joan and I think alike about so
many things. You'd make me miser-
able, always hanging around my
neck. Now. wouldn't you?"
Eyes, Barney" said Pat. I'm
afraid I would. I'd always be think
ing something would run over you
or something would fall down on
your head"
"Or the earth would open up and
swallow me. Oh, Pat, darling, 1
love you sol"
After that they Just sat and
stared at each other miserably I'M
til the small place was almost filled
with other customers. Their plates
had been removed and a waiter
coughed alphabetically.
Anything more, sir?"
mo, nothing"
Pat glanced at her watch. Barney
got to his feet, paid the cashier and
they went out together into a day
grown golden with sunshine.
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VXTHEN they reached the office,
w Barney found some telephone
calls waiting for him. He gave
number, waited and then held a
brief conversation.
That" he said as he put down
the telephone, was Olive Wether-
| ington, head of the Junior League.
They want Joan to sing at some
charity affair they're giving at a
/ private home. You can see how
famous your sister is getting"
He added YEARLY, Il told her
Joan would come. Naturally, it
will be good publicity"
Pat plunged into the most in
tense activity. She revised her filing
system which included a painstak-
ing study of the old cards and sub
stitution of many new ones.
She rearranged pictures and in
dulged in grand housekeeping
that left no time for the gay ban
ter and companionable talks with
Barney that had been such happy
interludes heretofore.
1t was not easy to avoid Bar
neys dark, unhappy gaze, and
to avoid reference to the question
that was a throbbing issue be-
tween them.
There had been only one time
when vigilance, the close guard, had
been relaxed. That was one after
noon when it rained and Pat had
come outside to find Barney waiting
for her.
III drive you home" he said
gruffy.
But, Barney, you don't need to.
1 was planning to take a taxi"
Don't be a fool, Pat" Barney
said shortly. He reached over and
pulled her light coat close about
her throat. Cant have you TAX
ing another cold" he said.
They turned on Riverside drive,
Barney explaining that he needed
a little air and a short drive would
be good for her, too He said she
had been spending too much time
in the office lately.
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ID ARNEY was in a black mood.
- Pat began filling in the blank
/ pauSeS in the conversation with de-
scriptions of Memphis, such beauti-
full descriptions that Barney was
stirred into rejoinders.
There was the Pink Palace, Pat
told him. 1t had started out to be
a magnificent home, but eventually
had become a museum.
There was a Chickasaw Gardens
and near it a big yellow home with
tall iron fence and deep hedge,
giving the foreign flavor of seclu-
sion. Another home nearby of gra-
cious southern simplicity. and the
Crosby home, set in its own wood
land.
Well, you haven't General Grants
tomb in Memphis at any rate" Bar
ney said with a gesture toward the
imposing bulk they were nearing.