The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-12-11
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Aunt Ellen looked UP absently,
Dana" she said.
"Dana?"
She phoned she was having din
ner out"
Having dinner out?" Mrs. Cam
eron's voice was sharp. What does
she mean? She isn't even dressed
for dinner"
We'll, that was what she said,"
her sister persisted patiently.
The child must be crazy Where
is she having dinner? Who's she
with?"
She didn't say, She just said,
I'm all right, Aunt Ellen, and I'll
he home later"
And I suppose you didn't ask
her anything?'
mo" confessed Aunt Ellen. L
didn't. ! suppose 1 should have"
Mrs. Cameron opened her
mouth to speak, and then closed
it again. There was no use tell
ing Ellen she was a fool. She
probably knew it, anyway.
After silence Aunt Ellen said
meekly, Dana left for walk. l
was afraid it was going to rain"
Young idiot" Mrs. Cameron
was thinking, putting two and two
together. "Ronnie picked her up
He was driving this way. He must
have met her when she was start
ing out"
Her voice sounded quite cheerful
over the phone" Ellen said. Il
don't think you need to worry"
I'm not worried" snapped Mrs.
Cameron. And she was not worried
now that she had figured 1t all
out
TT had been a hot, sitting day.
Il Even the big house with tall
ceilings and wide windows had failed
20 prove a haven from the intense
heat. In the afternoon Dana had
gone to her aunt's room and found
her doing, comparatively comfort
able with an old electric fan buzz
zlng noisily close by.
Dana sat down in chair where,
at intervals, she felt a cooling Whit.
Aunt Ellen opened her eyes. you
poor dearl Take that fan to your
room-I don't need it bit. It's
really quite cool in here"
Its a regular oven" Dana
laughed. 1--we a better idea. I'm
going walking, It's sure to be cool
er outside"
Il think I hear thunder Aunt
Ellen cautioned. I'm afraid
storm is brewing"
Il hope it brews big wind"
Dana replied. "A nice big, cold
Wind!"
Another protesting murmur from
her aunt had been missed entirely.
as Dana ran to her room. She
tuckered on a white beret and
started out.
The sun was still shining as she
began her walk, but a few dark
clouds had lowered dramatically
near the golden globe, scudding
across it adventurouSly at times. A
light wind had sprung up and
whipped Dana's linen skirt about
her.
The wind grew stronger, swaying
the branches of the great elms, but
Dana was not disturbed. The ave-
nue. ahead stretched like a long.
cool oasis in the midst CT torrid heat.
Dana walked briskly, and after
a while turned from the avenue
INTO a new street-finding a pi-
quaint pleasure, as she always had,
in the unexpected.
The storm came almost without
warning. Those drifts of clouds
which had parted now and then to
show wide eXpanses of the blue had
not prepared the girl for the sud-
Gen, terrific onslaught of wind and
rain. With the sun completely gone
now, night descended swiftly. In
the growing darkness, pelted merci-
leSSly by the rain, Dana ran with
no sense of direction.
Surely this was the street. Only
1t wasn't! There were running
steps behind her. And then a deep
voice, a voice strangely and reas-
suringly familiar, called: will
you please tell me why you chose
an evening like this for a stroll?"
Dana whirled, stared, and then
laughed. Her voice, wind blown.
reached Scott Stanley in shaky lit
tie jerks. Il might ask you the
same question:
III tell you later" Scott an
swered. He lifted her in his arms.
Even in that moment of bewilder-
ment, Dana was conscious of relief
at having some one take command
OF the situation. The rain furiouslv
contested every step Scott took,
beating against him savagelv,
aided by an equally fierce wind.
Only once did he speak, PUT
your face against my shoulder,
Dana"
She obeyed and found it pleasant,
having her face hidden against
SCOTS rough coat.
Then he halted and Dana looked
about to stare curiously Scott was
opening the door to house. exactly
as though he owned it,
This is where live" he said,
as though reading her mind.
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