The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1933-10-09
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and Charlie Ross, a large blond
youth whom Joan Immediately de-
cided could be no other than the
American tackle.
Mrs. Sheridan, charming, ell
derby woman, welcomed them at the
door. A colored butler and a trim
colored maid appeared and gath
cred up the luggage - Bob's two
handsome leather bags and Joan's
small suitcase, supplemented by a
hat box.
She had used them for three
years, and they had been mex
pensive when they were purchased
the year she entered college. Moth
ing had seemed important to Joan
then except the educational oppor-
tunity before her.
The group was standing in a
spacious hall with wide, curving
stairway. On the right was large
living room with rich, soft rugs
and deep chairs and divans.
A log fire glowed in the fireplace.
Above the mantel hung a portrait.
At each side of another door, open
ing into the music room, were book
shelves reaching from the ceiling
to the floor.
Through the open doorway, Joan
saw more young people, dressed for
riding. Sensitive to beauty, she had
taken in the surroundings during
the brief moment while Bob chatted
with Mrs. Sheridan.
Upstairs in the beautiful bed
room with its ivory paneled walls,
tall mirror door and bowls OF
white and yellow roses, Joan's
shabby luggage seemed even more
conspicuous. It was in sharp con-
trast with Barbara's small trunk
and matching, travelling accessories
"a leather case filled with toilet
articles, a hat box, large suit
case.
BARBARA, it seemed, was shar-
D ing this room with Joan. 1t
adioined Carols bedroom, and a
dainty bath between served both
rooms.
Get into your riding things"
said Barbara. That is an i'm
patient bunch downstairs
Il didn't bring riding clothes,
Joan said slowly. She had thought
there might be need for them but,
after examining the old suit she
had worn it was too hopelessly
shabby.
Perhaps we could find some
thing to At you. I'll ask Mrs. Sher-
idan." Barbara spoke doubtfully.
mo, please don't" Joan said.
eve been driving since morning.
I'll just rest a while and then
ramble about this beautiful old
place. Please don't bother"
well, if you're sure you don't
mind" said Barbara. She went out,
closing the door behind her. At the
foot of the stairway she met Bob.
where's Joan?" he asked.
She's awfully tired" Barbara
said. shes going to rest before
dinner"
"Rest?" Bob said blankly.
Yes, she said the trip tired her.
What poor company you must have
been!" Barbara added lightly.
Bob frowned Joan had not
seemed tired. She had appeared to
be gay and happy. He had been
having a wonderful time and had
supposed she felt the same way.
Deliberately he had prolonged the
trip because of the excitement Of
making it with her. The ZIP
around Clarksdale had taken an
extra half hour.
All the time he had been fight
ing the desire to tell her how dear
and companionable she was, how
much he loved her.
He knew he was sentimental and
romantic but he had an idea that
the surroundings should be appro-
pirate when he told Joan how he
felt. A public highway where
attention was constantly being
diverted wasn't suitable place.
What he had to say was too i'm
portant to risk interruptions by
road hogs, a blowout or some
similar nuisance.
oh, don't look so depressed"
Barbara said, laughing up at him,
crinkling her nose upon which
several freckles were sprinkled be-
comingly. There are others who
appreciate your powers of enter
tainment."
Bob swung up the stairs without
answering. He returned in a few
minutes, wearing riding toys.
q Il
loan heard the gay voices as the
y riders halted along the drive
under her window. She went tc
the window and looked down. Bar
bara and Bob were riding in front
How well they looked together
Barbara wore a tan riding habit and
the sun, falling on her bare head
brought out the lights of her red
gold hair.