The Washington times., 1937-01-26

They left shortly before 1O, 1or
Celeste most be put to bed. Senia
attractively attired for the street,
brought the child down, and asked
Mrs. Crandall if she might tele-
phone for a taxi.
Cant we take Sonia home,
Daddy?" entreated Celeste. Sonia
mildly protested, but consented
when Norwood's invitation was
pressed.
After the hall door had been
closed on them, Mrs. Crandall re-
turned to the living room where
the Dean sat, alone, lost in a
reverie.
"Odd little elf, that Celeste" re-
marked Mrs. Crandall.
"YeS: isn't she?" smiled the
Dean absently.
And you're an old match
maker"
mot this time.
"He was very much charmed"
"It takes two. And Sonia wasn't
intended for the faculty of uni
versity. Perhaps Celeste will at
tend to it, but I doubt it. However
Norwood needs something new
to worry about. A good cure for
trouble is a little more. It's on the
principle of a serum"
'NonSenSe!" said Mrs. Crandall
And it's your bedtime"
CHAPTER vi
A week had paSSed-with sur
prising switness, too, for an idle
man who had been long accustomed
to a crowded program of exacting
duties. Leeds accepted him for
what he seemed to be-a quiet,
genteel, young man of leisure.
Sylvia, forever at his heels, dis
armed whatever suspicion might
have disturbed the mind of the
dog-loving public in respect to the
stranger.
He had written Nathan Parker"
on a blank page at the Mansion
with an unhesitating hand, for it
was not the first time he had
registered that way. The name
had been adopted a month ago
without much premeditation be-
yond a feeling that it would be
convenient if the initials of his
alias agreed with the monogram
on a silver cigarette case which
was about all he had left now, be-
sides Sylvia, to remind him of the
life he had abandoned.
Sometimes he had been amazed
at the ease and rapidity of his
self-adjuStment to his new iden-
tity, responding automatically
when addressed as Mr.. Parker"
He wondered whether it would
come as a shock if someone ever
ventured to call him Nathan"
but that was unlikely. Pains
would be taken to see that no.
body entered quite that fully into
his confidence.
Mrs. Brock, supervising the
whole establishment. was by in
stinct clearly a lady; by back
ground, too, no doubt, for her
father, the venerable DR.. Graham,
who lived three blocks down the
shady street. was, according to
Mr.. Trumbull. one of the most
important men in the commun-
ity. Willing to talk-for she had
begun to manifest something like
solicitude for the lonesome fellow
who strolled all day with his dog
and retired early to read-Clara
Brock had spoken of her father
and Of Elise, his granddaughter,
who lived with him. 1t was ap-
parent that she took much pride
In the girl.
Elise has a voice" she con.
fided, one evening. as they sat on
the veranda. II don't mean that
she just sings a little better than
the other girls in the church
choir. She has a great voice, and
it's a pity she can't do anything
about it. Father sent her to
Louisville for three winters. but
times are going to be too lad this
season. And Father isn't so
strong any more. Seventy-three.
He'll have to stop some day
soon. We all think it is a shame
that he has to make those long
trips: all kinds Of weather and
terrible roads off the main high
ways in the winter But I reckon
you understand how it is: When
a mans been doctoring in one
y,Iaca for a. wears. it's impossible
for anybody either to come into
the world or go out of it unless
Fathers present. So-he's break,
ing, and mustn't try to do any
more for Elise. It's hard on poor
Clay, too, for his granpa had
hoped he would be able to help
him when the time came"
Parker murmureo his polite re
Tret that the young lady was un'
able to finish her voice training.
'"The trouble is, Elise hasn't any