The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1933-06-07
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from Paris. Please let me know If
there is anything I can do. Are
you well? What are your plans? Let
me hear from you soon. Devotedly,
Arthur Mackenzie"
The correspondence that followed
was a heavy one Monnie's little
notes few back and forth, and al
most every day a square, parch-
ment colored envelope addressed in
AIackenzie's bold handwriting was
deposited in the letter box for her.
lust before Christmas there ar
y rived at the O'Dare home what
Mark excitedly described as "a bale
Of roses from a city florists shop
Charles Eustace, on the heels Of
the messenger boy, lifted his brows
at the sight
They're from Mr. Mackenzie"
Monica stammered, rather at loss
before Charles quizzled glance.
Why was it lately that he had
seemed so strange, almost cool to
her? He was always nice to Kay,
chatting her in pleasant, brotherly
fashion. With Monnie he seemed
formal, almost distant, in his man
ner
Did you Want-Kay'S working
late tonight" Monnie went on, still
rather at loss.
L knew that" Charles laid his
stick on the hall table, and Monnie
saw that he was in evening clothes.
I'm going on to the Wizards for
dinner They're giving a dance for
Ellen "
I'm wishing you all a happy
Christmas" Charles told her for
mally. He weighed his stick in his
hand, giving the mammoth florists
box another quizzical glance.
Il knew Mackenzie in Monte
Carlo he said irrelevantly. Nice
fellOW-very"
Oh. he is, Monnie said with en-
thusi&m. And then felt rather
foolish thinking her tone sounded
gushing 1t was horrid of Charles
to mako her feel so! What was the
matter with them both? Couldn't
they bgfriends any more?
Perhaps that was what Charles
meant when he looked at her so
oddly Perhaps he thought she was
shallow and had no heart.
CHAPTER FORTY THREE
nNE day in late February, a day
~ of premature spring, Monnie
was walking along High street on
her way home.
Suddenly, it seemed to her that
the thaW had come to her heart as
well as to all the brooks and rivu-
let's. 1t was as if the pieces Of a
puzzle had fallen into place and
she saw her life again in its true
proportions.
rs it wrong to feel this way?"
she wondered, innocently After
all, in the eyes Of the world she
had no right to mourn Dan. She
must hide her sorrow and be secret
about it. Sandra was his widow
and Sandra was far away by this
time, seeking to reclaim her lost
beauty.
But it was true that life had
color for Monnie again, had re-
gained meaning all on sudden, as
if someone had flung wide a case
ment," showing her a dim, remem-
bered beauty.
This is what it used to be like
before before I was in love with
Dan" the girl confessed to herself
She had lived only for the sound
of his voice, for a chance sight of
him in the street, for the hope of
some further meeting with him. 1t
had all been so unsatisfactory, SO
bitter, so sad. Nothing had come of
it and here she was, almost 81,
wondering What to do with her days
TINE high clouds, scudding across
Il a piercingly blue sky, matched
her mood How strange, she thought
a little sadly, Charles was these
days.
In DR.. Waterman's Office, she
heard of him casually. He was going
here, going there. He appeared to
be much in demand. His health was
completely restored now. the doctor
had told her, limiting, too, that
Charles expected to move on shortly
He's getting restless here" the
white hairerd, keen eyed old gentle
man had remarked that morning
Hes perfectly fit. and he wants to
get back to his work
Ito BE COntinued)