Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 66, Indianapolis, Marion County, 26 July 1930 — Page 11

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SYNOPSIS PATRICIA CHLSEBBOUGH. member of ait old family well intrenched in society. 1. forced to earn her own living and receives an ofler from the family of BEATRICE PALMER, to put her across In fashionable circles and get for her Invitations to the exclusive clubs and dances. The offer Is made bluntly and frankly by Beatrice's brother. DAN PALMER, who stipulates that if Beatrice marries one of the ehglbles Patricia will get an additional fee of $25,000. Tnr suggestion is made by Dan end his mother that Beatrice's portrait be painted bv bFdney Hutchinson, a popular arltst. whose studio teas and work have attracted the fashionable crowd. Sidney has been Pat's pal from childhood and Just has returned from abroad. Pat hesitates to undertake such a bold scheme, but the realization of her debts begins to pinch and influence her to agree. Her rich and snobbish relatives are opposed to any contact with a newrich family, but do not offer to help her. The situation Is complicated by the return of HELENA, an actress introduced as Sidney's sister, who is going to New York for an engagement and wants him to try his luck there as a painter. CHAPTER FOUR (Continued) "You see, they've always had things their own way, Sid. They’ve always been in a position to say, ‘Amuse us. Pat. flatter us, be grateful to us for what we choose to do for you! Watch us buy S7O hats, help us pack trunks for Newt York and California and the continent and we’ll give you a dress now and then and a lift in the limousine! But always remember that you are a Chesebrough. always remember that our persons and our purses are sacred. Never do anything that will offend us!’” a a a “WT HY,” said Patricia angrily, W well launched now, “I’ve seen other members of our family get poorer and more pitied and less noticed every year, just for money and for nothing else! Annie Throckmorton herself changed from St. Thomas’ church to All Saints’ just because poor old Cousin Caroline used to hobble into St. Thomas* every Sunday and speak out to the sexton that she wanted to be put in her niece's pew!” Sidney, who had been rather uncomfortable during the earlier part of this fiery outburst, laughed out in joyous relief. “Oh, I love that!” he said with deep relish. “If everything goes as we hope.” the girl said seriously. “I will go on to New York next year, and when you and I start the new life there, it won’t matter much to me that Christine Bruce tells Joel once a week that she can’t understand what got Into Patricia last winter!” Her voice was confident, but she looked at him a little doubtfully. Sidney suddenly sat up. in a rustle of bright leaves, and in a more serious tone than was usual with him, said decidedly: “Os course, you’re perfectly right! Go to it. Pat. It's all a farce, anyway, this talk of who's in and who’s not in society, and why we all go buzzing about it like a lot of ban-dar-log. I never have been able to see. “You’re perfectly right. The Palmers at least pay for what they want and your aunts and cousins expect you to play their game for nothing at all. Give the kid a good time and then you and I will get out and forget the whole crowd of them. You've nothing to lose." a a a *TI TELL, that’s what I’m just W beginning to realize, Sid.” she answered. “Yesterday I went downtown and spent SSO for pretty white things: I've never spent ten In my life at one time before. Besides that. I’ve got more than S2OO in the bank and in another ten days there'll be S3OO more. I assure you that the sensation that thought gives me makes me feel more like a Chesebrough, a descendant of Governor Page and a great-niece of United States Senator Pell than I have for a long time. "To be sure. Aunt Annie may not treat me to tea when next I go to the club, but tea costs 25 cents. Sid, and you can buy quite a lot for $500!” "Girl, I may be marrying you for your money!” he said earnestly, as he lazilv rose and began to gather sticks for a fire. Patricia, her arms crossed, her eyes smiling absently into the blue distance, did not answer. The delicious odor of boiling coffee drifted into the warm afternoon air and Patricia unpacked sandwiches and arranged peaches and pears upon a leafy platter. They feasted slowly, steeped in peace- The smoke of their fire rose straight into the thinning leaves

overhead, a dragon-fly whizzed by, and lizards basked on the warm stone surface of the dam. CHAPTER FIVE THE conversation wandered idly; but returned again and again to Patricia’s new work and the new plans. It was long since she and Sidney Hutchinson had had a chance to speak freely and confidentially; it was a longer time since there had been anything of such absorbing and vital interest to discuss. “Sid, will you paint Beatrice Palmer?” •Will I? My sweet child. I’d paint the rhinoceros at the zoo ” “And when you've painted her, will you give her a studio tea to show the portrait?” His eyes narrowed and he smiled. “Is it necessary?” “I wish you would.” he said simply. Silence. Then Sidney shrugged pholosophically. “Consider it done. v/hen you speak to me thus, Pat, I can refuse you naught! I—by George, they’ll pay for that tea, though!” he added, with sudden fire. “I’ve been trying to raise my price for six months.' I’ll charge them three hundred!” “Charge them anything you please,” Patricia said contentedly. After a pause she added demurely, “Three hundred is your price, mon ami!” He laughed, a little disconcerted. “Well, that's fair enough!” “Os course it is!” she said quickly, “that’s just what I’m finding out! It's all fair. Uncle Paul buys farming land at farm prices because he knows there is oil there; Christine says that he doesn't ask poor little Amy Berry to her house because she is divorced, and then she entertains that Mrs. Malcolm from Washington, who has been twice j divorced! All one needs is a little i courage to do anything, Sid! I shan't do anything half as serious to the family honor as the recent Chambers will case!” “You couldn’t do anything that would make you less than the loveliest woman alive!” he smiled lazily. mna fire was out and the short a. rnoon was moving toward its close when they came back through the woods. At the turn just above the farmhouse Sidney suddenly drew her to him, with a big arm, her cheek brushed the homespun coat and he tipped her face up for one of their rare kisses. He had kissed her often enough in the carefree first days of their engagement seven or eight years ago, but he did not often do so now, and to Patricia this unexpected and almost grave embrace was full of a new and wonderful significance. The whole happy day, with its talk of new plans, its laughter and its silences, seemed momentous, and this exquisite instant the seal upon it. She linked her hand in his as they came down past the farm and cut across the old cemetery that lay sleeping in the level lines of sunset light. They were climbing the old wall by way of exit when they first saw an immense open car standing by the fence in the road below. In the car were the three Palmers. Sidney, magnificent, tanned, quite at ease in his old clothes, strode forward to greet them; Patricia kept her place on the fence, smiling under her gypsy hat, until Dan left the wheel to help her down. Then she went back to take her place beside him. while Sidney was fitted in between the pleasantly flustered mother and daughter in the tonneau. “I don't want you to think we were spying on you,” Dan said clumsily to Patricia, as the laughter of Beatrice and Sidney promptly began behind them. “We come over here quite often to visit my father’s grave—Mother likes to." •‘Why should I think that you were spying on me?” Patricia asked, widening her lovely eyes. “In my world a gentleman does not spy upon a lady, nor does a lady suspect him of it,” her manner added. Dan flushed uncomfortably and made no answer aloud as he watched the rough, descending road. To himself he said savagely that he was a fool. “We were picnicking up by the old dam.” Patricia vouchsafed. ‘Have you there?” He gale her a sidelong look, lost

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his head completely, cleared his throat. “I—I—” he said in confusion. “But I didn’t hear you!” Pleasantly she repeated her question. a a a THE processes by which men fell in love with her were familiar to Patricia Chesebrough. She knew that by this time Dan was acutely wretched in her company, and yet never for one moment happy when out of her sight. His manner was unnatural when he spoke to her, his voice thick and strained. The simplest greeting as he passed her on the stairway of his own nouse would make him break into violent perspiration; he felt himself a blundering yokel when she turned upon him her amused and faintly questioning smile. He speculated about her incessantly in his own thoughts. Dan had been taught from babyhood that his money was invincible, his passport to whatever he desired in life. But college and the humiliating experience of the last year or two in Deerbridge had taught him better. He had taken refuge in braggadocio, he had swaggered and blustered, tipping extravagantly, indulging in all sorts of display and ostentation and noisily assuring his own set that he thought Deerbridge a joke; it was a jay town full of blufjers and snobs. His friends were chiefly found in a young married set, loud-voiced young women who could run their cars, dance all night, drink like men and play a good game of poker. They had a great many jokes and spent a great deal of money, but they were not the sort of women with whom Dan wished to see his sister intimate nor the sort of jokes he would have cared to have her hear. Hence the summons to Patricia, the unknown woman whom he had characterized as a snob and a toady before he saw her. Since that moment his life had been completely upset. a a a IT had taken him only a week or ten days to recognize the emotions that were tearing at his heart, and in a great hour of shame and protest and joy and terror he had acknowledged to himself that he loved her. Although he did not know it, there was a real barrier between them in the engagement that had tied her for years; he imagined a thousand barriers that did not exist. He imagined that she despised him, that she told her friends about him with unkind laughter. The chair she had occupied in his mother’s sitting room had become a sacred chair; the women downtown who chanced to have smoky, dark hair trimly veiled he followed with his heartsick stare. A hundred instincts, hitherto dead, awakened in him, he changed, his manner softened, his self-confidence was shaken. (To Be Continued)

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