The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-12-13
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CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAP 1 Elk WELNE
THE room was warm and coy.
Il In the fireplace flames leaped
and cracked, 1T not loud enough
to drown out the sound of the pclt-
ing rain. Involuntary Dana drew
toward the fire.
Let's talk she said to Scott. 1T
won't do any good to worry. And
TIE storm can't last all night
/She felt she must not add to
/Scott's uneasiness.
What shall we talk about?" he
asked
"Oh-things. You might tell me
about yourself, for instance"
There's not much to tell
But there must be What about
this house, your professional tram
ing cverything-
He grInned at her unexpectedly.
"WcU, that's a large order-evcry-
thingl It's Just the usual story My
father was physician and surgeon
grew up in this town, you know.
My father was hurt in an aCcidcne
and died After that mother didn't
care about living I know she tried,
for my sake, but she couldn't"
She didnt--?'
NO, she didn't kill herself. Some
thing snapped-the will to live,
guess. They said she died Of heart
trouble
Ihen?' Dana persisted.
There was money enough to send
me to school for a while and by
that time l had this medic germ.
So here I am! Now what about
you?'
Dana told him. There had never
been much nancy, but she and her
father and mother had had gay
times. She remembered her mother
as laughing a great deal. With a
shine in her eyes. She remem-
bered too, the funny little foreign
houses they had lived in. The
floors were always hopping up on
different levels. And there were
picturesque gables and uneXpect-
ed StairwayS. Dana said she sup
posed they lived in such places
things that followed a circum-
sCribcd pattern.
\ And your mother liked them be-
Nusc he did Scott added.
Dana said impulSivcly, We have
something in common. haven't We
the devotion of our parents?"
A FTERWARD she wondered why
/ n she had said that. Her face
had flushed, her pulse quickening
strangely when SCOTS hand closed
over hers for a moment.
The fire burned lower. After a
while a silence closed down, broken
occasionally by Danas voice ana
then by SCOTS.
Funny Dana thought. It's not
necessary to talk with him unless
YOU want to. There's never any
need to pretend And yet she had
never been so alert. There was a
feeling Of VibranCy in the silence.
It was nice to be with Scott, so
close you could reach out and touch
his hand. Yet it wasn't necessary.
One felt his presence so disturb
ingiy-so eXcitedly Dana substi-
tuted the world. Il 'could be in
the dark and if he were in the
room, I'm sure I'd know it." Dana
decided. That, of course, was a silly
thought. Her face was suddenly
warm with embarrassment
Scott said, It's 1890. Suppose
you lie down on the sofa while I
yep watch. I promise to wake you
<S soon as there is sign the
storms letting up"
Dana went to the comfortable
looking divan in the corner.
tucked n pillow under her head
and pulled a coverlct over her. 1t
was knitted in bright blocks. She
suspected it was the handiwork of
Sc0ttS mother.
Goodnight Dana said.
Goodnight" Scott said
For q while she watched Scott.
His blond head rested against the
cushioned back Of a deep chair. His
eyes were on the fire emberS. How
attractive he was, And how nice
Then she must have slept.
She was awakened by SCOTS
voice, "EverythingS shipshape."
The StOrm?' came Dana sleepy
query.
Gone where all storms should
so He.had long raincoat on his
arm And when Dana stood up. he
supported her with one arm while
he slipped the coat about her