The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1933-06-16
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Thrope. but she had heard-through
Ida Stafford-that Bessie was
wasteful.
Besides that, James Thrope lacked
ambition. On the other hand, her
nephew. Bentwell Stafford, was IAN
addict to alcohol" while Ida, his
wife. encouraged young menl" This
was said with a tight closing of
lips. a shake of the head.
Soon, Barrett realized. she would
speak of her granddaughter, Philip
Sexton, to whom she had given a
home.
1t came. Il had suspicious of
Philip" she began.
BARRETT leaned forward, and
ID she halted.
Il hope you'll forgive this" he
said. Its frightfully impairment of
me, I know, but remember-one
finds that for which one is look
ing"
Il did not make his forgery of my
check by looking for i'll" Miss Ella
stated stiffly,
NO" Barrett admitted He sat
back.
Which do you think to be the
most deserving of my trust, Bar
rett?" Miss Ella asked.
Il don't know any of your rela-
tives at all, Miss Ella. They're only
acquaintance"
"Ah That is exactly the point,
Barrett. I want you to know them
and tell me all you know!"
He was outraged; he flushed
darkly. For a moment he could not
speak. Then, remembering that she
was old, he said carefully, Miss Ella
I can not spy on them. I wouldn't
do that"
You misunderstood mel"
Sorry" he murmured. Il
thought"
II will explain. merely want you
to drop in; to meet them OCCASION
ally; to tell me how you like them"
He laughed a little uneasily and
leaned forward, arms on knees. He
shook his head, smiling at her. TOO
large a responsibility" he assured
her.
Then he saw that she was angry.
Il am not accustomed to having
people refuse my orders, Barrett"
Il know, DEAR" he admitted I'M
happily.
The dear" melted her. "Ah, Bar
rett," she quavered I'm old. so
old I sometimes fear they come to
see me only because of what I
have. I do not want my money,
which might do so much good, to
be lost in idle pleasure"
Barrett's lips were set. He want
ed to laugh, and yet it wasn't funny.
Aunt Ella" said Barrett, I'D
like to help you, but I really can't
see how 1 can"
CHE was staring at her frail old
~ hands which looked like parch-
ment stretched on knobby ivory.
will you come when I ask you
to tea?" she questioned. She would
assemble them and Barretts face
would tell the truth for him.
Had she not known from it long
ago about Marcia'S affair with the
riding master? She had only TO
read Barrett's troubled eyes and say
to Marcia: Il saw you riding in
the park" to be sure of the whole
disgraceful story.
Life was a cruel maze and fall of
tricks. Miss Ella was determined
that she would not be tricked. She
would not be duped by those to
whom she left her money, as Bar
rettts father had been.
why, of course" Barrett replied
to her questions about coming to
tea. You know I'll come"
That is all ask, Barrett"
Very we'll" he said, standing up.
The audience had come to an end
and he was dismissed.
AS Craven opened the street door
for him, Barrett saw a. motor car
stopping. Ida Stafford, Miss Ella S
niece by marriage, was in the car
Barrett, seeing her. felt that she
still deserved the fame for beauty
that had been hers years before.
"Ah, Barrett Colvin!" she called
prettily. She came forward, strip
ping off glove and held out her
hand. Barrett took it, bowling.
Ito Be Continued