Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 71, Indianapolis, Marion County, 1 August 1930 — Page 18

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simi'm BY KATHLEEN NORRIS COPYRIOHT, 1930, blftkA SELL SYNDICATE.

WHO'S WHO IN THE STORT PATRICIA CHESEBROUOH. memtwsr ol an old family wrll Intrenched In society. Is forced to earn her own lrvln* and receives an offer from the family of BEATRICE PALMER, to put her across In fashionable circles and set for 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 eligible* Patricia will get an additional fee of *25.000 The suggestion Is made by Dan and his mother that Beatrice's portrait be painted by SIDNEY ftUTCHINSON. a popular artist, whose studio teas and work have attracted the fashionable crowd. Sidney has been Pat's pal from childhood and has Just returned from abroad. Pat hesitates to undertake such a bold scheme, but t'ne realization of her debts begins to pinch and influence her to agree. Her rich and snobbish relatives are opposed to any contact with anewTtch family, but do not offer to help her. The situation 1* complicated by the return of HELENA, 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. PAT succeeds admirably In sponsoring Beatrice and even gets Dsn, who is secretly In love with her Into the social swim. But misgivings arise In her ■when Beatrice 'adores" Sidney with debutant ardor, especially as the artist t whom Pat Is quietly engaged, shows signs of Interest in the rich girl. NOW UO ON Win* THE STORE. CHAPTER EIGHT (Continued) “Miss Palmer is in it, too,” Patricia said calmly, with an informing glance for the gratified Beatrice. “My dear child,” she added, “do you realize what time it is? The car must have been waiting an hour. Sidney, w hat do you mean by keeping your model so long?” “Oh. we got talking,” Sidney answered carelessly. His eyes met the wide-open blue eyes of the Sensatone heiress. Something in their exchanged smile gave Patricia a second's vague disquiet. She was rather silent during the drive home: a silence unnoticed by Beatrice, who was chattering joyously of the portra. 4 . the kermess and the luncheon tomorrow. At Beatrice's own door the* girl turned suddenly, and Patricia was surprised to feel the young hand on her shoulder, and to see that the blue, happy eyes were wet. • Patricia.” she said in a halfwhisper. It was the first time she had used the name, the first time she had softened. “I—l wish I were more like you. Do you—do you suppose I ever will be? He thinks you are the most wonderful woman in the wo*id! He told me so. I don't wan*.— don't hope he will ever think hit of me! But—but I believe hi does like me!” Suddenly, half-laughing, and yet with rlistening lashes, she tightened her young, lean arms about Patricia's neck, and buried her face. Over the tawny head Patricia stared blankly into space. * * * /. ON the December Sunday morning that followed the closing of kermess week all Decrbrtdge gathered at the country club for a late breakfast It was a clear, cold morning, the bfue sky was high, and untouched by even a wisp of cloud. Sunlight poured over the bare golf links, and shone dazzlingly in through the gay chintz curtains that outlined the high windows of the breakfast room. Despite the sunshine. an enormous wood fire was blazing and crackling in the tiled fireplace. Little tables had been scattered ail about the big room, but the girls and men were continually deserting their chicken Maryland and wafTles to wander free, and to stop here and there for joyous reminiscences and bursts of laughter. Some of the older girls looked pale after last night's rouge and reveling, but among the debutantes there was one who was glowing with the ecstatic beauty of love and happiness and nineteen years. Beatrice Palmer had gone to bed at 5 o'clock that morning, and had risen ref re. lied and energetic at 9, to wander into Patricia's room, with her Oriental robe trailing behind her, and her tawny hair in a loosened coil on her shoulders, to sit yawning and dreaming and smiling while they reviewed the whole wonderful experienoe again and again. There was confetti strewn in Beatrice's rugs, and the three separate costumes she had worn at the kermess were only a mass of stained and twisted and dirty satin, embroidery and tinsel. But that was all part of the fun. Life was all joy to Beatrice now. The Palmer heiress had been the surprise and the success of the whole She had been given a solo dance, and in a full skirt of Anne- “

and kerchief, she had danced it superbly. Even to Patricia she had seemed to be newly charming, simple, unspoiled and amusing. Happiness had worked its old miracle in the girL On the opening night of the kermess. there nad been a dinner party for twenty persons at The Castle, and it had been an amazing and successful dinner. And after it they had bundled into cars, and rushed to the theater, where Beatrice led the march with Harry Page. For four consecutive wonderful nights the program had been repeated, the laughter, the footlights, the music and costumes, the makeup men with their black cases, the compliments and applause and flowers. n n n BUT more than all these, as Beatrice knew, and as Patricia knew better than Beatrice, was Sidney. Even the younger girl was not more conscious of the words, the looks, little acts that were exchanged between them, than was Patricia. To Patricia he was changed. Not colder; on the contrary, there was a new tenderness and gentleness in his manner. Not less interested, for she had only to make est claim and his attention was all hers. But there was a strange moediiness, a certain reckless gayety followed by a bitterness that was all unlike the old Sidney. She knew him so well that she knew he hated himself for the charm he found in Beatrice, and for the curious power the girl seemed to hold over him. Her very crudities seemed to have a gauche appeal. He never spoke of her to Patricia, yet when Beatrice was in the company he seemed unable to see any one else. Only once, after one of the early sittings, they had spoken of her. “Undeveloped little plebeian hand,” Patricia had commented on the portrait. “Plebeian but not undeveloped,” he had answered quickly. “There is astonishing character there, Pat — •4on't fool yourself.” “And, of course, that undeveloped hand could write a check that would make both of us lose consciousness,” Patricia had remarked. She had been surprised to see his lean face color and to have him answer with a certain annoyed brevity: “Exactly.” He was not often in actual conversation with the girl today, but he was never for one instant unaware of her. Beatrice was w ith a younger group. Usually her pale cheeks were blazing and mere youth had lent her a beauty she did not really possess. She looked her best in a daring tan habit, with tailored breeches buttoned Into soft military puttees. Her soft hair was brushed up under the curled brim of an English riding hat: her girlish throat rose from the loose folds of an immaculate white silk shirt. u n a PATRICIA'S own group was about her, but they found her curiously silent and absent-minded. She was beautiful as always, gracious as always, but in manner not herself. Her chair was placed inconspicuously in the curve of a great window, and she studied the gathering with a shadow in her lovely eyes. She had accomplished her end swiftly and completely. Beatrice Palmer was in the heart of the good times now accepted, admired, even followed—so fickle is fashion. In eight weeks Patricia had done for her what she herself might not have accomplished in eight years. Roger Chambers. Art Bruce and young Fred Bishop were all clustering about her: this scarlet-cheeked young rider with the millions might have any one of them in another eight weeks. Never before had Patricia Chesebrough experienced jealousy. But she felt it now; now when she saw’ Annie Throckmorton stop for an indulgent word with Beatrice, when she heard Hattie Page praising her to a consenting group. For the first time she balanced her own blood and position against this other woman's mere money, and found her own claim wanting! i When Beatrice's pale blue eyes found favor with Roger or Art or Fred, then Patricia would be financially establijted for life; after how short and siiAe a labor! But sitting * re this morning, in

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the good atmosphere of sunshine and wood smoke and coffee and laughter, her heart was lead. Beatrice might have won everything else, but not Sidney. . “Oh. my,” said Beatrice to herself, desperately, “it is not fair!” Dan, too. standing in the fireplace and deep in discussion with the older Partridge on the merits of his Dexter cattle, was far from sharing the general gayety of the assembly. When his eyes moved to his sister his w’hole face brightened, to be sure, for it was like a miracle to see Pansy in her right place. But his glance would move from her to Patricia v sitting gravely w’atching the room from under the brim of her black hat, and when he found her his heart would close in a spasm of sheer pain. non SO beautiful, so adored, so inaccessible, Dan could not bear to look at her, and yet her image was never for an instant absent from his thoughts. Whatever he did and said in these days was done and said in the now dedication of his life to the hopeless love of her, was dignified by the consciousness that he had been marked apart for the agony and ecstasy of love. Nothing in his life ever so thoroughly had absorbed him. Love for Patricia was his business, his religion, Iris relaxation, his whole existence. To see her fine hands now, locked Idly before her on the table, to see her unsmiling, level gaze fixed on the man beside to watch the beautiful mouth as she briefly answered him and the rise and fall of her breast under the thin silk blouse was to cause himself a sort | of suffocation. In a few weeks, Dan mused, Beatrice would announce her choice. He knew who it would be. even though she and Sidney were hardly glancing toward each other today. The painter was more than twice her age, but Dan was content. If he loved her. if he would give her the life for which she longed, it was enough. Better Sidney Hutchinson, to whom her money would mean much, then one of those younger men who never forget that her father had once kept the cut-rate pharmacy down in Bridge street. And when Beatrice was married, then Patricia would go out of his life. Superb, untouched, she would indorse the promised check, give him her gloved and, perhaps kiss his mother farewell “I beg your pardon,” he stammered, coming suddenly out of his dream. Tom Partridge smiled. He was half in love with Patricia himself. CHAPTER" NINE PATRICIA presently was roused from her musing by Sidney’s voice. He came and sat down opposite her at the table, which now was deserted except for herself. (To Be Continued)

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