Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 79, Indianapolis, Marion County, 11 August 1930 — Page 9

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CHAPTER FIFFEEN -Continued* “And how did you know we were here?” Patricia demanded. “Seen your smoke pourin' up,” he Answered, wanning himself by the fire now, and eyeing the table interestedly. ‘Had your dinner?” Dan asked, with his ready friendliness. a a a ** \ INT et a bit sence noon!” the i\ guest confessed frankly. A moment later he was supplied with a loaded plate, and during the noisy j enjoyment of his meal he further expanded. 'T’ve got my team and the sled outside. Patrishy, and | ca Iklate I can pack ye into town on! the inline that come up to clear the '■ track. The feller said they'd be j going down again about 7.” "And it's 5 now." Dan said, look- i ing a* his watch. "Well, that's what we’ll do!” He smiled ruefully at I Patricia. "Our turkey dinner was, our swan-song.' he said. “Get your j thing 5 in your bag, Patricia, and I'll i shut off the fires. And Mr. Thurston, if you want to come up here to- | morrow and gather up all this I butter and sugar and stuff, why, it's yours! I’ll settle with Mrs. Throckmorton.” "You bet your life I'll come up j for it.” the woodsman heartily i agreed. “And 'tain t every one would | of thought of that, Patrishy l ” he eddvd, in an admiring aside. "The adventure is over,” the girl said wistfully, but a second later a warm little current stealing about her heart warned her that adventure for her just was beginning. They bump down this road to fairyland, with old Thurston. They would share the oily and smoky cab of a snowplow's engine. They would come in upon Dan’s mother and Beatrice, laughing, cold, fired with the courage and excitement that their new mood brought with it. and then there would be Sidney's and Beatrice's plans to discuss, other plans to discuss — Her suitcase was packed: she pinned on her small hat, fastened the frail veil snugly, slipped into her heavy coat, linked the furs across her shoulder, and again was the correctly gowned Miss Chesebrough. But the dancing light in her eyes, as she turned to Dan, was new. a a a Dm AN had been boarding up the windows, generally locking and making safe the cabin of happy memories. Great shouting and snorting could be heard from the road, where Thurston was backing his plunging big horses in the snow. In the doorway, as they paused for a long look about the room, Patricia stopped, her arm brushing against Dan. as she looked up at him over her shoulder. She cautiously was carrying the candle that was to light they to the sled; the man carried both suitcases. "Dan," said Patricia, “we —we may not be alone together for quite a wh}le, now. W-what was it you w-w-wanted to say to me?” For a few bewildered seconds he stood looking down at her. Then the suitcases fell, and the candle flame went out against his heavy coat. "Patricia!” he stammered in her ear. "Patricia ” It was all so wonderful, so new. so utterly satisfying! Patricia felt as if she were in anew world. Dan put his arm about her boldly, when they were in the little hot cab of the snowplow; their faces were close together as they murmured, laughed softly, were silent and murmured again. Too soon they reached the city and found themselves in the jumble of the big station, where the holiday crowd was coming and going. “Well get home!" Dan said briefly, and Patricia echoed contentedly. "Yes, Well get home!” She liked his asking the cabman if he knew the Palmer house. The cabby nodded with a suddenly interested look. They got in. and creaked over snowy streets, still murmuring absorbedly. “Oh. Dan, this is very happy and wonderful, and pleasant!" u:r gir’ said, as they went up the big steps to the castle door, and entered the V&nnth and bigness of the hall. t he had anew feeling for it all tomght: she belonged to it now, and it to her; she had found her place. The family was in the sitting room, they were told. Dan and Patricia flung off their outer, wiaps in the hall and went straight in. ■ Mrs. Palmer was in her fsvantr

, chair by the fire, and opposite her sat Beatrice, with Sidney on the arm of her chair. They were having | coffee in the firelight: the pleasant room was full of fugitive lights and shadows. a a a SIDNEY and Beatrice sprang up eagerly as the others came in, but there was some little constraint in their greetings, none the less. Presently they all settled down again, to more coffee, and to talk. “And the others never got there at all!” Beatrice said in stupefaction, when their story was told. “But where are they? They’re not at home. If they were, I should have heard of it from the girls today.” “Oh, they're somewhere," Patricia, who had seated herself youthfully on the hassock at Mrs. Palmer's knee, answered indifferently. "Yes, but what did you do?" the younger girl persisted, in a puzzled way. “We stayed at the cabin,” Patricia admitted. “Fortunately the food arrived safely enough!” “For pity's sake!” Dan’s mother ejaculated. Beatrice looked at Sidney. and then her eyes moved accusingly to her mother. “You came after us, fast enough!” she observed innocently. And there was a burst of laughter from all that did much to clear the air. “Yes, that's one on you Pat, Palmer!” Sidney’s pleasant voice said. But immediately he was serious. "You must know our plans,” he said. “I am leaving day after tomorrow, and I shall not be back in Deerbridge for some time—until I am free, in fact. The hour I am free will see me coming back,” and he laid his hand over Beatrice's and smiled at her as only Sidney could smile. "For my girl,” he finished simply. "Meanwhile, Mother and Sid think it wiser to keep it a secret, Pat,” Beatrice said, looking at Patricia somewhat apcalingly. "Do you?” "Oh, I do!” Patricia said, affectionately, and earnestly. "But I can write!” Beatrice added, glad of the other girl's sympathy and Interest. “And I shall every day!” Sidney promised. “And there'll be Christmas boxes and telegrams, and everything,” Beatrice reflected. “And then—it'll only be a year, ; at most, and then we’ll have a wedj ding!” a a a “"ITITELL see that the year W doesn't seem too long, Baby!” her mother said tenderly. Patricia had one hand locked between Mrs. Palmer’s two, and now the older woman turned to her. “I hope your aunties won't feel bad about you having got to the cabin with only Dan,” said she. with her simple kindly diffidence. "Easy enough to tell them we all were there!” Sidney suggested. “I don't care enough about what they think to deceive them,” said the splendid Miss Chesebrough, indifferently. Dan said nothing, but his expression was one of such almost holy content that Sidney, watching him, moved his eyes questioningly to Beatrice, who met Ills look with one of dawning enlightenment. "Anyway, 'twasn't your fault!” Mrs. Palmer said loyally. Patricia, still holding her hands, dropped on her knees beside the kind and sweet and loving woman i she had come to know so truly and : said triumphantly, whimsically, | “Well, anyway—mother's with us.” Mrs. Palmer looked at her keenly, shot a lightening glance at her son, : tried to speak, tried to laugh and tried to look into Patricia's eyes. But the girl, in a sudden rush of | shyness, had pressed those older, rougher hands against her burning face and had buried her head on j the woman's knee, i “Why. Danny.” his mother faltered. “Why—Patricia—child! Why, children—children—children ” ! “Yes'm. it's so,” Dan said, spring- ; ing up with a great laugh of trij uir.ph and coming over to share her | embrace. “She's, going to marry me, mother —she said she would.” “Pat.” Beatrice almost screamed. And for several minutes there was ; pandemonium in the sitting room, i It was interrupted by Peacock. i “fc/f -THROCKMORTON at the i IVJL Me phone for Mrs. or Miss , Palmer.” said Peacock with satis*

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faction. For many months Peacock had thirsted for the sound of this name and other names in the stately halls of the castle and he could not sufficiently prolong—in these proud days—the delights of using them But his erratic employers already had evidently outgrown the charm. “Don’t go!” said Patricia without moving. "Darn it!” Dan added without feeling, regretfully. “I can’t very well,” objected the mistress of the house, who, with her son on one arm of her chair, her daughter on another and her son's promised wife kneeling before her with detaining arms resting on her lap, indeed had some excuse for the statement. “You- go talk to her. Sidney,” advised Beatrice. “Tell her we're all safe and all home and all having coffee ” But Patricia intervened with her old air. "No, you go, Beatrice,” she suggested. “Go with her. Sir. Be truthful and be sweet! You’re not marrying a billionaire, you know; painters’ wives must be amiable. I’m not going to have all my work on you for nothing!” Beatrice laughed. She and Sidney followed Peacock from the room. But Patricia Page Chesebrough linked one fine white hand in the hand of old Sensatone Palmer's widow and the other that of his son and embarked on a roseate dream straight for the heart. THE END KING OF IRAQ WANTS 700-MILE PIFE LINE Negotiates for $50,000,000 Worth of Equipment; Project Opposed, United.Pre BERLIN, Aug. 11.—The success of the scheme of King Fiesal of Iraq to build a 700-mile pipe line from Mosul to a Mediterranean port to enable his country to develop its oil resources, was viewed here today with considerable skepticism. The king is negotiating with the German firms of Krupp, Otto Wolff and Wirth to deliver $30,000,000 worth of pipes and $10,000,000 worth of additional equipment to install and operate the line which would run through Syria, but the present world's overproduction and the resultant price depression left great doubt as to the success of his plans. Approximately 70 per cent of the stock in the Iraq Petroleum Company. which owns the Mosul oil fieids. is held by the Anglo-Persian, the Royal Dutch, the Standard and the Gulf Oil companies, which are opposed to stimulating Mosul production with the price levels now as low as they are. University professors are not highly paid men. Even though they may have a world-wide reputation, they seldom receive more than SB,OOO a year.

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