Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 69, Indianapolis, Marion County, 30 July 1930 — Page 8

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OUT OUR WAY

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WHO'S WHO IX THE STOBT PATRICIA CHESEBROUGH. member of an old family well Intrenched in society. Is forced to earn her own living and received an offer from the family of BEATRICE PALMER, to put her across in fashionable circles and get lor her invitations to the exclusive clubs and dances. The offer Is made bluntly and frankly bv Beatrice's brother. DAN PALMER, who stipulates that If Beatrice marries one of the ellgtbles Patricia will get an additional fee of *25.000. The suggestion is made by Dan and his mother that Beatrice's portrait be painted bv SIDNEY HUTCHINSON, a popular artist. whose studio teas and work have attracted the fashionable crowd. Sidnev has been Pat's pal from childhood and has Just returned from abroad. Pat hesitates to undertake such a bold scheme, but the realization of her debts begin to pinch and Influence her to agree. Her rich ar.d snobbish relatives are opposed to any contact with a newrich family, but do not offer to help her. The situation is complicated by the retU HELEN A. an actress Introduced as his sister, who is going to New . York for an engagement and wants him to try his luck there as a painter. Now go on with the story. CHAPTER SEVEN (Continued* "Now you take them, Pat, and make up any yords—little digs at the people present would be good. This Is the childrens number. You've lots of time now, haven't you? Or are you cataloguing the Palmer books?’’ “I'm up there every day.” Patricia answered indirectly, as she firmly wrote “Little Girl's Song ’ on a sheet of music. “And by the way, Annie,” she added presently, “I want you to let Beatrice Palmer into the Countrywoman's.” "The club?” Mrs. Throckmorton looked amused and surprised. “What do you want me to do that for?” “Well, she’s a nice girl and she doesn’t know many of the others.” “Exactly!” Mrs. Throckmorton conceded briskly. “She doesn't know any of the others! But I have nothing to do with the membership, dear,” she added seriously. “I’m a member of all the committees as president, but I have only one vote. They decide everything of that sort in the committee. Besides, there's a waiting list ” “Oh. you could manage the waiting list,” Patricia, who knew the w ays of committees, answered easily. “You see,” she went on, “I'm at the Palmers all day, and the fact that she wants this membership, and that she knows my aunt is president is—well, it's a trifle awkward, Annie.” MUM “T DON T see that it's awkward at x all!” her aunt answered superbly. “Your work is one thing,” she added warmly, “and the ridiculous social ambitions of the Palmers are quite another! I should simply tell her that I did not propose to confuse the two!” “There Is the money,” Patricia offered uncertainly. “And you are the last girl In the world who would do anything dishonorable for money,” her aunt rejoined confidently. “It's my income,” Patricia persisted mildly. “I know it. dear, I know it is! But you hav cnothing to do with them. Pat. you are simply there to catalogue their books, dear! I should make that very plainly understood.” the other woman answered, with bright assurance: “if they don't like it. you can resign, and find something else to do!” “I suppose I could easily find another position.” Patricia mused. “One of the editors of a morning paper has offered me work,” she added thoughtfully. “Well, you see.” Mrs. Throckmorton said triumphantly. “What sort of work?” “Special work—l don't like it much!” Patricia confessed. “I suppose we none of us like work much.” her aunt replied. “It's special work about —well, about ourselves.” the girl explained. "Society small talk by ‘Madame la Bavarde'—something like that! Intimate touches, you know: it's the sort of thing that has to be done by one of ourselves! The first tiling he wanted me to handle was that house party at the Bishops, for example." She looked up innocently, to see a new light in her aunt's eves. "What party?” Mrs. Throckmorton asked suspiciously. “That house party, where Bobby Page got cut, last week!” Mrs. Throckmorton's eyes were stony. “How on earth did any paper get hold of that?” “They didn’t, really. But he had -heard something, and he knew that

I knew the rest! That’s the sort of thing they want.” a a a “ W7ELL, he must know very well ▼ Vthat you wouldn’t give him that!” the older woman said indignantly. “Heavens, have they no decency? Nothing at all happened, you’ll have to tell him. Why, Roberta was there, and I wouldn’t have her name connected with that story for ! Goodness!” “As I understand it,” Patricia said, “they were chaperoned only by that young Mrs. Ingersoll.” “By a mistake!” Mrs. Throckmorton said quickly. “I supposed, of course, that it was Addie Ingersoll!” “What the girls told me,” pursued Patricia, “was that after they had all separated, after the dance, some of the boys came upstairs, in their pajamas, at about 2 o'clock in the morning ” “I believe some of them were in wrappers,” her aunt interrupted uncomfortably. “And the girls rushed out into the hall and chased them——” “I was extremely angry with Roberta—extremely! ” “Well, and then did they run outside? Yes, vhey did. And someone squirted seltzer water and Pomeroy Eyre flung tne boi tie and Bobby was cut. Anyway, he had to be rushed to a hospital ” “It was disgraceful!” said Mrs. Throckmorton warmly. “Roberta knows exactly how I feel about it, and Lou is r.s angry as I am!” “It was only youngsters’ nonsense,” Patricia said indulgently, “and people love to read about it!” “I said he wanted me to write it. And what's the harm, after all, Aunt Annie?” “Harm! My dear child, there's j very great harm, as I'm surprised you don’t realize!” her aunt answered hotly. “God heavens, don't you suppose they would be instantly identified?” There was a silence, during which the two women looked at each other. a a a "T DON'T understand you. Pat?” A Mrs. Throckmorton said slowly and gently, ending it, “you can’t be serious. Why, those girls are in their first season. Janet is engaged to a grandson of the most straight-laced old lady in America. You sit there and calmly talk of making a public scandal ” “It’s true!” Patricia asserted. ‘True!” Mrs. Throckmorton’s voice rose in most unwonted anger, i “True or not, I hardly see you cutting yourself off from your entire family by anything so outrageous.” “I have to make my living, Annie!” “Yes, but you don't have to make it by retailing scandal! Why, I don't know what you can be thinking of Pat! The man must have bewitched you! Here you are, just nicely started with your library work ” “My dear. I was just explaining to you some of the difficulties of my library' work!” Patricia reminded her, “I really like it. But I did ask you to help me out to the extent of pushing Miss Palmer's name through the club, and you advised my giving it up! She's a nice girl. | Aunt Louise is giving her a card to j the Entre Nous!” “Lou is? Why. how on earth did Lou Page come to do that!” “Favor to me, perhaps!” Silence. Mrs. Throckmorton frowned in thought. “Who is this newspaper man? Pat?” “One of the editors.” "Yes, but who?” “I can't tell you. Aunt Annie. It wouldn't be fair!” “Contemptible cad!” said the matron hotly. “Prying into other people's affairs! If 1 were you, I'd take a great deal of satisfaction in sending him about his business!” a a a SHE eyed her niece interrogatively but Patricia did not look up. “I’ll tell you what I could do; I could suggest Mi js Palmer for membership at the next board meeting,” added the matron unwillingly. “Tomorrow?” said Patricia inflexibly. But you will make a special case of it. Aunt Annie?" “Oh. I can’t promise that! But you tell her her name has been proposed. if you like.” “Aunt Annie, that won't mean anything to her. She wants to get in. Qood heavens, doesn't Uncle Cecil practically finance the dub?

—By Williams

You manage it,” Patricia persisted. “I don’t have to let my editor know until tomorrow night, and I can telephone you!” Mrs. Throckmorton was in deep thought. “Pat,” she said hesitatingly, “if you are so hard up, why don’t you let me spe?.k to your uncle? Until you get work that is really worthy of you ” “Oh, I wouldn’t borrow!” Patricia said quickly. She reached to the table and picked up a flimsy weekly. Talk Today. “This is the sort of thing he wants,” she said carelessly. “Every one reads it, you know! And by the way, Bobby isn’t out of the hospital yet, is he?” “If Lou has let her into the Entre Nous ” mused the matron. “About ten columns a week for the Sunday issue he wants,” Patricia said absently, as she whirled pages. “Listen, Pat, I’ll do my best,” ivirs. Throckmorton said suddenly. “I’ll propose her and do what I can! Now that’s understood, and say no more about it. Rather than have Alec’s girl stoop to ! Leave it to me!” Two more calls, these in the business part of the city. Patricia, with the new, delicious sense of being able to afford it, engaged a cab and swept downtown in comfort. The clocks were striking half-after 4 as she entered the offices of Forrest & Bruce, and asked if Mr. Joel was in. This was Cousin Christine’s impeccable husband, a man cf 45 or 46, handsome, well groomed and prosperous. They shook hands smilingly. They always had liked each other. “I’m here to ask you a favor Joel, and I won't keep you more than two minutes,” Patricia said brightly. a a a SHE was confident and prosperous herself now; he knew that it was not money she wanted. Some months ago, he remembered, she had come to him for financial backing, had wanted to open a—a flower shop, was it? Anyway, he had been obliged to refuse her the three or four hundred, whatever it was. She remembered that refusal, too, every humiliating vr ord of it, and the memory steeled her now. “I asked you for money last March. Joel.” the girl went on, “and you told me that if I came in this year I could have all I wanted, do you remember?” He glanced up shrewdly, but did not speak. “You wrote me a letter about it a few days later, and that's what I want to speak to you about now,” Patricia pursued. “You see, Joel. I want you to do me another favor, and this time I think I can do you one in return.” “Shoot!” he said simply, uneasy eyes fixed upon her. “What favor can you do for me?” “I can give you back that letter,” she answered significantly. “What's in it?’’ he asked dryly. (To Be Continued)

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