The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-05-23
CHAPTER THIRTEEN

golden in her white frock, her fair
hair ruffled in the wind. She
looked straight into the eyes Of the
man on the big black horse.
I'm all right" she said confused
~. Their glances chung. You
we're 50 quick. think you probably
saved my life. :"
She was conscious that nothing
she said made any particular sense,
but it did not seem to matter. Moth
ing mattered save the fact that it
was morning in summer, that she
was young and alive and that
Michael Heathsroe was staring
down at her as if he had never
seen her before.
You'll try the riding again?" he
nuttered vaguely.
Katharine laughed and looked
away, answering him. OF course
she would ride. That was nothing
the tumble had been nothing.
Up the hill car honked imperi-
ouSly. Two chickens, trotting out Of
the door yard of the farm below the
riding club. crossed the macadam
with slow dignity. Behind them
little tiger cat appeared in a series
of flying leaps. The chickens scat
tered.
"This-this is nice up here"
commented the girl. Il love it
love to live on a farm"
Eyes, you would" he said, laugh
ing. Feeding pigs and gathering
eggs and picking windfall apples.
Il would. Honestly"
He glanced significantly at her
hands, those slender, rosy tipped
hands fresh from Isabels minister
ing fingers. Katharine, accepting
the unSpoken comment, shrugged
he. shoulders.
Cant help it that my life has
been so easy"
NO, you can't. That's true"
His voice was grave and she stood,
as it we're, convicted.
Katharine flushed. "You-you
despise us all as MASTERS, don't you?"
Il do?" said Michael Heatheroe,
on a note Of honest surprise. 'Wher-
ever did you get such notion?"
Skip it," cried Katharine gayly.
Il was just talking
Il think you're grand" said the
man soberly.
"Oh. Michael, do you really?'
THE moment hung, poised, pre-
i cious and fragile as a drop of
summer dew. But what Michael
would have said she was not to
know There was the angry bray Of
a French horn behind. Katharine,
obedient to its challenge, swerved
her car to the right, in the narrow
road, and a long, low chariot gleam-
ing with cream-colored paint and
bright work swept past. Sally Moon
was at the wheel
She pulled up abreast Of the man
on the black horse. "Oh, Michael,
don't forget about tonight"
Il won't" His voice was ex-
prcssionless.
IF you've minute now want to
said Sally languishingly
"Good-by, then" Katharine said
coolly. She slid her car into gear
and was off like a streak before he
could detain her. Was there a CLEAN
Of triumph in Sallys opaque dark
eyes as she passed?
81 hate her-how I hate her."
Katharine cried to herself, taking
the curves at dizzy rate of speed.
Don't forget about tonight, in
deed Pretending she owns him.
Nasty little thing. Her cuddly ways,
too. I've heard about Sally Moon.
Probably he tells every one he thinks
they're grand"
Katharine drove her foot viciously
down upon the gas-feed and the lit
tie car leaped madly ahead.
What a fool she was, to be losing
her head about a pleasant young
man who had a way with horsesl
What, after all, did she know about |
him? Precisely nothing!
nERTINE was very cool because
- Katharine was late for lunch. |
DIR. John telephoned," Berthe
said as they rose from the table. |
Hes coming out for a swim"
That's nice" Katharine was po-
litely disinterested. AS if it mat
tered whether John Kaye stayed or
went.
Il do think you might show 1T
tie interest in our guests" said
Berthe bitterly. Since you met
that womar-that Mrs. Merser-
you don't seem to have time for any
one.
Katharine did not answer. Every
thing was horrid today. Heat had
descended on the VILLAGE like