The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1933-06-12

sharp tugs He hoped Marcia wasn't
going to leave him angry. He had
looked forward eagerly to seeing
her, his small half-sister and only
relative. Sitting a sigh, he stared
down at her, so small, SO seemingly
frail but capable, he knew, of bit
terness and artfully wrought plans
for revenge.
She raised her heavy eyelds for
moment to give him an insolent
chill glance Then she melted, to
cling to him sobbing and laughing.
Il am beast, Barry! But-you
must help mel"
Il do want to help you, dear" he
assured her. He patted her Shout
der reassuringly.
Barry, you are so sweet" she
broke out, and, to his embarrass-
ment, kissed his big, tanned hand.
She had always been as extrava-
CANT in showing love as hate. Bar
rett wished he had not had to re-
member that fact.
CAS- I said before, Marcia" he
pointed out slowly. 7 realized that
possibility when adopted him, AS
"a family, we are a rather pro-
nounced type. But my own peace
and comfort would never let me
hide him"
oh WE'LL" she flung out petu-
lantly. He followed her down the
steps, tucking a sleek rug around
her knees as the chauffeur waited
instructions. Standing at the open
door Barrett felt the heat reaching
toward him from the car in which
orchids trembled in their silver vase.
Marcia interrupted his thoughts.
Dick is longing to meet you. You
will come soon?" she asked.
Any evening you name"
She glanced idly across the street,
turned quickly to the chauffeur
"Jensen!" she said crisply, please
step across the street to ask Miss
Stafford if may drive her home
BARRETT felt his heart rise.
ID Coming down the steps of the
house opposite was the girl he had
seen before. The girl who had
been little Elinor Stafford" and
an ugly duckling She was beauti-
full now, he saw, as she crossed the
windy street, followed by the stiffly
deferential Jensen.
I'll wager you don't remember
mel" he said as she neared the curb.
"Oh, but I dol" the girl contra
dicted shyly, yet with a flush that
he did not understand. The grip of
her small hand was strong and hon
est. Her deep violet eyes met his
levelly. Barrett felt suddenly with
in himself glow Of an almost for
gotten warmth.
1T was so kind of you, Mrs. Rad
nor, to Offer" the girl began.
Marcia cut her short. Hop in,
child" she said. I'm late now.
meet Dick downtown every day to
ride home with him. Isn't that in
curably romantic?"
Il think it's nice" said Elinor.
Barrett laughed laugh prompted
by pleasure. It was exactly as he
would like her to think. Nice"
Aunt Ella wants to see you, Mr..
Colvin, " said Elinor Stafford.
I'll go to see her very soon," he
replied, "but-you used to call me
Barry and I resent the change. A
man should hang around to keep
the home fires burning"
She smiled at him. Marcia, con-
Sulting her small watch again, muir
INJURED something about having to
hurry on. The door Of the car was
closed, a moment later the motor
purred Barrett watched them
disappear.
Elinor Stafford, he decided, was
the sort of youngSter one needed
to meet on a day when the air was
weighted by chill mist and ones
temples were growing gray She was
so different from Marcia with her
genius for finding tight corners and
for dragging every one near her into
those corners, too.
ITO Be Continued