The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1933-07-19

fore that Bob Telfare had gone TO
Aiken. The casual information had
made him stiffen with anger. 1t
wasn't fair of Elinor, he decided
1t was not fairl She had prom
ised outward, if not inward, fidelity
for year.
He felt that he must keep from
becoming angry. and for some rea-
son which he did not fathom the
idea of Elinor flirting with Bob Tel
fare made him see red. He wanted
to be as kind about the situation as
a man could be. Elinor was very
young. Her upbringing had given
her no chance Of knowing right
from wrong
HE thought suddenly how sweet
i Il she had looked that night
when she called him to her bed
side after their first quarrel, and
because this memory warned him
he felt shame that he was learn
ing we'll
He could not love her. he was
certain, knowing her as he had come
to, and yet the faintest thought OF
her made his heart plunge and filled
him with deep and sometimes tor
turing hunger.
Easy enough, he unused, if he
weren't the sort to demand so much
If he could love a woman he could
not honor, if he could feed his hun
ger between moments of under
standing and scorn. But he could
not do that.
A small car passed him On a
rise of the next hill, he passed it
Thereafter it kept rather close TO
him, sometimes passing, sometimes
tagging behind.
It gave Barrett a rather pleas
antly companionable feeling. He
waved at the driver, who grinned
spologetically as he returned the
salute.
The driver of the small car rather
wished Barrett were not such nice
lOokin', friendly chap" However
business was business. And maybe
he had it coming to him. You never
could tell
When Barrett aIghted before the
gateway of Gerald's new home, the
Phillips place, the small car, which
still followed, slowed and came to a
stop. The man who had driven ii
leaned out to ask the way to Ben
ton.
Barrett again saluted him. He en-
ioyed the casual friendships Of the
road, the giving a hail to the voy-
ager who probably would disappear
and never reappear.
I'm sorry Barrett said you've
taken the wrong turn. You're miles
out of the way, I'm afraid I'm not
certain myself of the spot where you
cut east"
ERALD came running from the
NJ house as the stranger muir
INJURED perplexed, distressed, I'll
be damned"
He studied Gerald as man might
who is thinking backward to find
the turn he didn't take. His eyes
seemed filmed by worry and irrita-
ton. but within him he was tri-
umphant. The kid is a Colvin," he
thought. mo doubt of that! Same
chin, eyes, sandy hair
Was the woman, who now stood
in the doorway the boys mother?
Maybe your wife could tell me
about the roads" said the driver of
the small car as he nodded to the
woman who had now stepped from
the house and to the porch.
Not my wife" said Barrett, smil-
ing. But that won't keep her from
telling you and she doubtless knows
Mrs. Phillips!" he called. Can vol!
tell us the shortest road to Benton?'
She came hurrying down the steps
toward them.
It's been good while since ]
took that way" she confessed, "and
L hear there's new road"
Maybe your husband can tell
me- said the young man.
She flushed and paled. Barrett
said quickly, Mrs. Phillips is 6
widow He was thinking of the
short time she had been one anC
regretting the brutal reminder.
"A widow" echoed in the strangers
mind. 1t was the old tale! And the
big guy looked so straight, too!
May l use your telephone?'
asked the driver of the small car.
why, surely!" Mrs. Phillips
answered with pleasant, rural
heartineSS.
He called a blind number to tell
Lucy that he would be late for
dinner. Done with the telephone
he asked for glass of water, drank
it slowly and chatted with the I'M
suspicious woman.
Yes, she took care Of the little
boy for Mr.. Colvin. The boy was
Mr.. Colvin'S adopted son. A nice
pleasant little fellow, the boy was
She was that fond of him! Mr.
Colvin came up once a week. The
boz was to have a new tutor soon
He hadn't liked the old tutor. His
name was Dexter, she thought. 1t
seemed kind of hard to get good
tutors to stay in the country.
TINE sleek person with whom
Il Ida had had talk early that
morning called her by telephone
as she sat at her lonely dinner
Ida had been able to locate no
one who would dine with her and
Cara Woodbridge on being asked
had been so icy as to be insulting
I've good news for youl" she
heard over the wire. 1T was pretty
smart work to nail it down sc
quick"
oh, indeed yes" Ida murmured
Then sharpening, What is the
news?"
She heard the man clear his
throat. Then he said. 1T would be
better Mrs. Stafford, if ran up to
your place to tell you. It amt
it isn't a matter 1 can say so easy
by phone"
L shall instruct my butler to adj
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