The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1933-11-03

said shocked by the despair on his
sons face. Perhaps I was wrong
Bob. She is very beautiful and she
has a lovely voice. Perhaps I was
too hasty in my judgment"
TOO hasty! Bob could have
l. laughed. Instead he looked
steadily at his father, without an
swering. The bitterness in his eyes
was plain
Well, there's Barbara" his father
said. his voice unusually gentle. He
was thinking that he would have
given great deal to spare his tall
handsome son the pain Of disil-
lusionment. She's a fine girl"
Eyes. Barbara's all right" Boz
said without enthusiasm. After q
moment he added. ut would please
you if I married her, wouldn't it
Dad?"
I'd like to see you happy anc
settled. Young people are like colts
Bob. Part breeding, part being put
through their PAGES early. Barbara
comes from a good family and she's
had the right training"
L suppose that counts" Bob sale
YEARLY. He added. We'll, you win
Dad. Just give me a little time
won't you?"
of course. I've been thinking
I'd like a little trip somewhere
Perhaps a cruise to Havana. I was
looking over the yacht yesterday
and it's ready to sail on an hours
notice. How about coming with
me?"
Glad to! When can we leave?"
Tomorrow afternoon, Does that
suit you?"
Perfectly And-thanks, Dad"
His father was watching him
keenly Il didn't know this affair
with-Joan had gone so far" he
said. IF l had. I might not have
been so ready with advice"
Don't worry" Bob told him. I'll
be all right
He went on to his room, thinking
indulgently how obvious had been
his fathers efforts to make things
easier for him. Pretending he had
planned this cruise for some time
Well, there was no way to get be-
yond parental devotion. And his
father was one in a million.
After he was along again Mr.
Weston reached for the telephone
beside his bed and called a number
ERIDAY morning came.
1t proved to be the strangest,
most unaccountable day in all
Joan's 20 years. And she was sure.
being honest with herself, that it
was to be one of the happiest days
she had known, too.
She felt free. No more compul-
sion, no more doing this and that
under the pricks of conscience. She
had never been more light hearted
than she was as she packed the
pretty clothes bought for herself in
to Pats steamer trunk.
Joan, you're sure you don't
mind?" Pat demanded in one of
her impetuous rushes across the
room.
1t was hard for Pat to realize
what had happened, hard for her
to believe that Joan actually
didn't want to marry Barney. lust
as Barney did not want to marry
Joan
Then there was the matter OF
persuading Mrs. Blake, who had
heard the explanation in complete
bewilderment. that this was not
mere caprices or the result of mis-
understanding. 1t was even harder
10 convince Barney'S stepmother
that, of all three young people. none
were happier over the outcome than
Joan.
You see, Mrs Blake, Joan loves
another man." Pat explained.
But this other man had little
substance. He was almost a myth
in the light of Mrs. Blake's prac-
tlcal reasoning. If Joan loved him
SO much why wasn't he there?
Barney and Pat were married lust
before noon. They did not wire Mrs
Waring. Joan had promised to write
her mother as soon as the steamer
sailed, to write voluminously and
explain everything. A wire would
only have left Mrs. Warning confused
and troubled.
They had luncheon at a flower
decked table in the corner of a ho-
tel dining room. Those around
them had only to look at Barney
and Pat to know that this was 3
gala affair.
THERE were nearly two hours
L before sailing time, and Barney
suggested a drive They passed the
New York Yacht Club basin witt
its tumble of sea craft. Pats gaze
was caught by a group of youne
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