Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 68, Indianapolis, Marion County, 29 July 1930 — Page 11

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' CHAPTER SIX (Continued) ""l* THY, Pat,” the matron added ’'’with fond Indulgent reproach, "you knew it's just the children's dancing class grown up, that's all* These youngsters have been together all their lives. The dances are given in our own homes, you know, everything most informal! “I'm afraid I should have my two girls rather put out with matter,” she finished, looking back at her list, “if Miss Palmer slipped in! Not but what Janet is an absolute little democrat, but you would be amused at Harriet. She isn't 18, but it's the grand manner, I assure you! Anthony says she is exactly like his aunt, Mrs. Fulton —Mrs. Arthur Lee Fulton, with the maid, you know—or anyone she doesn't quite accept—it's remarkable”’ "When is Janet's engagement going to be announced?” Patricia asked, when she had accepted the refusal with a philosophic shrug, and they were busy again. Mrs. Page gave her a quick glance of warning, and looked toward the door. “My dear—we’re not breathing a word of it. You see we have to think of the grandmother. Dear old Mrs. Thayer would be frantic if Leonard announced his engagement while she was away! She was in France, I believe she is in London now r . and ought to sail this month. When she gets here we’ll have a family talk, and the blessed children can tell her themselves; that’s always the best way, I think. “Leonard is unquestionably the favorite there, since Ethel made that folish marriage, and it would be terrible to have him do anything to anger her. He won’t have a cent of his own until he is 25. “Aunt Lou, that was what worried me!” Patricia said frankly. The other woman looked up with a puzzled frown. “What worried you?” she asked sharply. “Why. it's got out somehow,” Patricia added flalty. “Got out!” Mrs. Page’s whisper was shrill. “How has it got out?” “My dear, how do I know? Not through me. anyway! But one of the papers has It.” > • “One of the ” Scarlet color had risen to Mrs. Page's lifeless cheek. She breathed fast, bit her lip. and narrowed her eye. "Is it in print?” she asked desperately. “Oh, no—not yet!” a a a THE older woman sank back in | her chair “Thank heaven for that!” she said piously. “It must be stopped It will be stopped. It must be denied, that's all. We’ll deny it. Anthony will have it absolutely denied. Heavens!” She reached for the telephone, Irresolutely laid it down again, irresolutely walked to the door. But she came quickly back to the chair. “Tell me everything you know, Pat.” she said feverishly. “We have no time to lose! I wouldn't have that engagement published for anything in the world. I must get hold of Anthony, and he will see to it. How did you hear this?” “I'll tell what I know,” Patricia said w.th regretful candor. “It seems that one of the papers has the whole story!” "Which paper?” the older woman demanded "I don’t know, Lou.” “You don't know?” “No, not now. But I know how I can find out.” “Go on.” “This paper intended to publish the whole story tomorrow morning, mentioning Mrs. Thayer's attitude when Ethel was married, and her absence in Europe.’ “They won't dare!” said Janet's mother. “They know everything, Lou. For instance, they know that Roberta Throckmorton gave a dinner, when it was informally announced, and the girls gave Janet cups ’ “It was nothing of the sort—it shall all be denied!” Mrs. Page said monotonously. If Anthony has to bring a libel suit, they shall not have it!” •‘For heavens sake. Aunt Lou. 'don't talk of Übel suits! Why. suppose they put any one of the girls on the stand, in a countersuit? Sup - ose they cross-examined Len?” “I it them try it!” Mrs. Pae said, thcr head light, her nostrils dilated, hen rone proudly confident. But sgcood later sho collapsed.

“DAT,” she said wretchedly, “this mT' is awful. Anthony will be simply sick over it. How did it get out!” “How does anything get out, Lou? It was simply in the air, that's all. They get everytiung!” Mrs. Page bit her lip. stared into space, her brow troubled. “It will ruin my little girl’s life,” she said pathetically half aloud, “both of them so young, sc happy in this new happiness! ” Patricia, who realized perfectly that young Leonard Thayer was the financial catch of the city, could have laughed aloud. But she preserved her anxious and sympathetic expression. “The one ih’ ig we could do ” she began slowly. “What? What is it?” “Why, I know a man ” “The ditor—of course! Why didn't we think of bribing him? They'll all hold anything back if they’re properly epproached ” “No, I wasn’t thinking of that,” Patricia interrupted. “I don’t know who he is.” “Who does, then?” the other woman asked impatiently. “Mr. Palmer—Daniel Palmer does. He happened to mention to me that this man spoke of the engagement, and I said that I was sure you and Anthony ” - “Heavens, yes! You were quite right.- You must find out at once who he is and talk to him—or get the Palmer boy to talk to him, if he has influence with him! You’ll do that for Janet, won’t you, Pat? She simply adores you, you know; it’s ‘Cousin Pat’ this and ‘Cousin Pat’ that, all the time! See him now, won’t you? Explain it all to him.” “Lou, how can I ask him?” “How can you' ask him? Why, I'll ask him! I should think that working there as you do ” “Bit the-awkward thing is,” Patricia interrupted, “this—this Entre Nous matter!” “Do you mean to tell me,” Mrs. Page asked hotly, “that that fellow has had the impudence to bargain with you ” u a a MY dear Lou,” Patricia assured her, with equal heat, “he hasn’t the faintest idea of any such suggestion! But if you think that I have so little pride that I can go to him and ask him to protect my cousin’s name, while that same cousin’s mother refuses his sister whom he adores ” She stopped with an eloquent shrug. There was a dead silence. “I’d do it if I could, but I can’t!” Mrs. Page said mournfully after a while in a pathetic tone. ‘l'd just as soon have the girl, so far as I am concerned!” Another silence. Then Patricia said philosophically: “After all, they're engaged, Len and Janet! And I don’t see them breaking the engagement just because it's been prematurely announced!” “Len. no,” Mrs. Page admitted, panic-stricken once more. “But whatever we do, we'll have to stop the announcement; that’s all, Mrs. Thayer’s only 60, after all, and while she lives, Len-—” She rose to her feet. ’Oh, fools that we were ever to let the children mention it!” she exclaimed passionately. “Well, I can't ask Dan Palmer to do me a favor, under the circumstances.’ said Patricia firmly. “He mightn’t do it if you did!” her aunt suggested despairingly. “Oh. yes he will! He'll stop it, Lou, absolutely. You need have no fear of that,” the girl answered. “Well, if he will do that,” her aunt began with sudden eagerness, “then you can tell him that you’ve spoken to me about the dance and that the list is closed, positively. That’s true, too. I have too many girls now! You heard me say that. Pat. And I’ll tell you what 111 do,” added the matron generously. “11l send her a guest card to the last dance; I can do that. I’ll promise you thatPat!” a * a PATRICIA sighed, and shook her head. In a frightened and excited sort of way, she was immensely herself. “You’re awfully sweet. Lou, and I do appreciate it,” she said pleasantly, “but my position in that house is such that I—well, I can’t explain it, exactly ” “It’s utterly absurd of her to want to belong!” Mrs. Page said fretfully, after a somewhat lengthy pause. "11l praise you that it’s thon-

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aged nicely, and she dances beautifully,” Patricia suggested mildly. For answer her aunt drew toward her the large stationer’s box of stiff, white cards. There were only 200 in all. The first of them was drawn firmly from its envelope, and addressed in a rippling, legible hand to Miss Beatrice Palmer. “There!” said Mrs. Page, savagely blotting it, and sticking it into its envelope with a jerk, “it's $25. and the chaperon is sls, for the three dances. And promise me, Pat, promise me that this matter of poor, little Janet’s engagement ” “You may depend upon it! Absolutely squelched!” Patricia answered blithely. “And Beatrice is really an interesting creature, Lou; you’re so clever about liking people w’ho are out of the ordinary,” she adcfPd adroitly, “that I expect you really to enjoy her!” “The whole thing makes me* sick!” said the other woman bitterly, but in a slightly mollified tone, “this Entre Nous, I mean! It gets more and more of a burden every year; I declare I’m going to get out of it next year, and somebody else can manage it. “You’re welcome, Pat, and I’m sure I’m extremely grateful to you for letting me know about this. Don’t say one word to any one. I shan’t even let Anthony know. Ask Mrs. Bishop to come up, Waggoner,” she added resentfully to the butler, as she presented a flushed cheek for Patricia’s good-by kiss and returned with a sigh to the business in hand. a a a CHAPTER SEVEN PATRICIA went out into the cold November afternoon with her heart dancing. Two unusual roses bloomed in her cheeks. She walked quickly out of the quiet, old-fash-ioned street and turned toward the river. Here, at the foot of Lafayette avenue, in the new shore-front district, was the magnificent brownstone residence of another aunt, Mrs. Throckmorton. This handsome and imposing lady was in the music room, trying certain simple popular airs on the piano, with large, white, unaccustomed hands. “Pat, dear you nice child. You’re exactly the person I need. Sit down here at the piano and try these for me,” said Mrs. Throckmorton. “You see, its for the kermess. These are really naughty music-hall airs, Sidney tells me; but, of course, the children won’t know that. There are four numbers and I want you to write the words, like a dear.” “Translate them, you mean,” Patricia amended in her sweet, bored voice, as her hands readily evoked the melodies. “My dear, translate them! Sidney says they’re simply frightful,' Mrs. Throckmorton laughed. “But arent they dainty?” (To Be Continued) The “carrian plant,” an Indian jungle native, has a strong smell of tainted meat, which attracts flies to it.

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