Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 184, Indianapolis, Marion County, 11 December 1931 — Page 31

DEC. 11, 1931.

THREE KINDS of LOVE ® _ BY KAY CLEAVER i STRAHAN

JMCIN lIP RF TODAY AgNE. CBCILY unit MARY-TRANCES JFTSrfWJCK live with their Krndp*renui. now so impoverished *• Anne* *ri<* CcctlVs earning* *upDort the household. Thr sisters have been orphaned aince childhood. The grandparent* are known respecROSALIE* and “ORANT3" and ”>*T on keening un pretenses of their former wealth Anne. 2S. and Cecllt, 22. do secretarial work and Mary-Rrances. 15. is still in achool. AH th iF ,rl * * r "ttractlve. When the story opens Anne has been engaged to PHILIP ECROYD. voting lawyer, tor eight years. They can not marry because Anne knows her sister* and grandparents depend upon her to • ni * n *R® their home Cecily brinßs BARRY McKEEL home to dinner. She ha* not known him long, hut la falling in love with him. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWO (Continued) The library, with its cherry furniture, was the best-looking room; but it smelled always of old apples —Grand dropped the cores behind the books on the shelves and forgot ‘.hem, and they decayed—and the floor was often scattered with his nutshells and ginger-snap crumbs. The music room, a north room whose ivy-vlned windows looked out on dark, close-standing trees, would be musty and damp; but, since It was rarely used, it might be orderly, and wood might be set for a Are in the grate. If she lighted only the rose-shad-ed piano lamp the ceiling, sprawled with its indecently overdressed angel playing a harp, would not show. tt * K SHE turned to the music room and opened the door to heavy chilled air and stale cavernous darkness. It would seem silly to go stumbling in there hunting for the piano lamp. ‘ She pressed the wall switch, and she laughed again, a trifle shrilly, with the faintest touch of hysteria. She could not say, “Grand and Rosalie won't allow us to change anything,” because that would be an apology and a half lie. Nor could she say, “We are pover-ty-stricken, you see—too poor to afford cleanliness, or fresh air, or warmth.” Things of that sort weren't said. No, there was nothing to do but laugh at the angel, who certainly wore plush underwear under those swaddling draperies, and laugh •again at the worn-out rag of carpet spotted with roses, and the wreck of a grand piano powdered with dust, and at the knicknacks, grimy and chipped, crowded in the bracketed mantel over the pink-tiled fireplace wherein, small and scrappy as an old bird’s nest, were some crumples of paper and some slivers of wood. A pair of scissors lay invitingly open on the discolored brocade seat of the divan; scraps of sewing were littered about everywhere. Mary-Frances said, “Hurrah for the one who finds Rosalie’s scissors! She’s been .hunting them for perfect ages,” and went to pick them up, swooping down, on her way across the; room, to snatch here and there at the scraps on the floor. Cecily glanced at Barry. She said, “I’ll light the fire, and stopped .laughing, and went to the mantel and took a match from the broken horn of a china Little Boy Blue. Barry, behind her, offered, “Let me—” “I have it,” she answered, and jerked the damp match across the sole of her shoe. It was ridiculous fpr her fingers to tremble. The match snapped in them, and she threw it spitefully away and reached for another. Barry’s cigaret lighter clicked. The paper beneath the splinters of wood flared sulkily in its smoke. “It is rather chilly this evening,” he said. Outside, in spite of the rain, the air was balmy. They had spoken of it not twenty minutes ago, before he had become a conventional stranger who looked at her quizzically. who pitied her, w’ho knew that even the matches in her house were damp and useless, tvho tried to make for her the apologies she would not make for herself. “Sit here, if you will,” she said, .turning one of the.tarnished pinkbrocaded chairs toward the sickly fire. “Mary-Frances will entertain you while I go and find Ann.” CHAPTER THREE MARY-FRANCES folded her legs under her. sat down on the floor near the fire, and said with a •trace of Rosalie's manner. “I'll 'sit here. I’m something of a Bohemian myself. How do you like Oregon, Mr. McKeel ?” “Very much. I’m a native, you know. I’ve been away only long enough to learn to appreciate it. Wood fires like this, among other things.’

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Mary-Frances answer, delivered with a slightly raised chin and shoulder. “Really? I’m afraid I can’t agree with you about wood fires,” was nothing whatever but an effort toward appearing grown up. “Cant? Why, I wonder?” “Do you realize, Mr. McKeel” (Grand's manner was convenient, so she used it) “that every one of the rooms in this mansion, fifteen in all, has a fireplace in it, including the front hall and excepting the kitchen? Stop and contemplate what it means to get wood lugged up from the cellar and keep these fireplaces going. “It’s terrible,” she said, dismissing Grand’s manner as insufficiently intense, “just perfectly terrible for my sisters, Ann and Cecily. They have to carry it all up, and they won’t let me help for fear I'll strain my back or something, and besides, my sisters have to pay for all the wood, and trying to keep this miserable barn of a place warm in winter is almost impossible. The fireplaces just gobble wood. “Phil—he’s my sister Ann’s fiance —wanted to give her a furnace for a Christmas present this year; but she couldn’t let him ’cause it cost so much more than he could really afford, and Grand and Rosalie would have had fits if they’d found out, anyway. did give my sister Ann a vacuum cleaner for an engagement present, two years ago, but ” Barry, squirming uneasily in his chair, forced an interruption. “It’s a great old house, though, isn't it! All this spaciousness, these high ceilings—” he looked at the ceiling, looked guilty down again, and finished weakly—“and all that.” "I’ll bet,” said Mary-Frances, “you wouldn’t think so if you had to live here. Still,” she went on, unconsciously mature for a moment, “it would be better if we could admire it, since we do have to live here. “Grand and Rosalie wouldn’t consider living anywhere else. But I suppose ipy sister Cecily told you all about it?” Cecily had said, “My two sisters and I live, with our grandparents. They like to have us call them ‘Grand’ and ’Rosalie,’ ” and nothing else. tt tt tt TDARRY evaded, “Yes, she did mention the old people, and—” “You'd better,” Mary-Frances warned, “not let them hear you call them old people. Grand is just elderly, and nobody has any Idea how old Rosalie is. “Mystery, you know, is part of her charm. Rosalie says it is part of every lady’s charm. “Phil, my sister Ann’s fiance, says that Rosalie exudes charm. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that. Ann told me not to repeat it. “But I think Phil meant it for a compliment, don’t you?” Barry moved in his chair and fumbled. “Yes—surely. Os course.” Mary-Frances said, “Won’t you smoke, Mr. McKeel?” “Thank you,” said Barry, and took out his cigaret case. -“Just blow the smoke up the flue, if you can,” said Mary-Frances, the perfect hostess, “because Grand doesn’t approve of cigarets, though he will condone a good cigar. I don’t think he’ll smell it if you’ll sit a bit closer and blow up the chimney. Barry closed his cigaret case. “After all,” he said, “I have smoked too much today. If you don’t mind, I’ll wait until later.” “Not at all,” said Mary-Frances. “Do you believe in prenuptial inflences, Mr. McKeel?” Barry glanced at her fieetingly. She was seraphically pretty, looking up at him with her big, earnest eyes, and as somber and as serious as a saint. “I’m afraid.” he said, “that I haven't given the matter enough consideration to be able to express a sensible opinion concerning it.” “Men,” said Mary-Frances tactfully, “aren't as much interested in that as ladies, I suppose. Mrs. Hill doesn’t believe in it at all. Mrs. Hill is my friend's, Ermintrude’s, mother. “Erm intrude is my best friend because she is really very deep; not like most of the other girls at McKinley high—frivolous and flirts and all. But Rosalie believes in it, because before she was born her mother looked at a picture of Raphael's Sistine Madonna all the time. “Os course. Rosalie didn’t turn out to look much like that Madonna,

but she was beautiful in another way, and she was the toast of the south when she was a girl and everything. How old would you think I was. Mr. McKinley?” “Well, shall we say,” Barry hesitated and lied handsomely, as he would have lied “20” to a doubtful 30, “around about 17 or 18?” “See there?” Mary-Frances said to her absent family, and began again. “Well, now, Mr. McKeel. . . nun CECILY took her hand away from her throat just before she went into the kitchen to face Ann. “Angel,” she said, “I’m an idiot and a selfish pig. I don’t know what possessed me. But I’ve brought the McKeel person home — invited him to stay for dinner.” “But, Cecily!” Ann said, and turned from the towel at the sink where she had been drying her hands, and repeated, “But Cecily!” and added, “Why in the world didn’t you telephone?” “I don’t know. I haven’t the slightest idea.” Cecily picked up the kettle from the table and locked unseeingly at the scant inch of carrots. “He was waiting outside the building to meet me. “When we got into his car he said, ‘Where to?’ Before I thought, I said, ‘Let’s go home for dinner.’ I must have been mad—or something. But, just for the moment — the drizzly rain and all—home seemed a place to come to. Every one seemed to be hurrying home. “I must have liked the sound of the word. Home! I’m so sorry, Ann, I just didn’t think at all. Your week to do the work—l’ll help, every minute * “Silly!” Ann came to put an arm across Cecily’s shoulders. “It is all right. Why shouldnt you come home? Nonsense about the work. But—but, honey, there isnt a thing in the house for dinner. I was going to fix up some soupfake it, really—and make some French toast. The shops are closed now. We’ll have to plan ” “But the roast!” Cecily implored. “That good beef roast. There u*as plenty of it left—and the caramel pudding. I did have sense enough to remember them before I asked him. Grand and Rosalie never eat meat for lunch, and I hid the carmel pudding.’ Neither of the girls smiled. Despair was deep in Cecily’s delicate blond prettiness. Tragedy marred Ann’s dark beauty. “Mary-Frances and Ermintrude came home hungry after school and lunched—” “But, Arm, they couldn’t eat all that food! They’d burst.” “They didn’t eat it all. But there isn t enough pudding to serve, and there isn’t enough meat to do anything with—not even make hash.” “Well, what is the matter with her, Ann? I never heard of such a thing. Monday she ate all the chicken left from Sunday, and now this!” “She’s growing so fast, Cissy. She’s so thin—away under weight. We should be glad she isn’t dieting, like so many silly girls are nowadays. We can’t ask her not to eat. Poor lady—she has little enough.” it tt it said Cecily, “sounds like A Grand and Rosalie in chorus. It’s soppy sentimental. “We provide plenty of food for her. She could lunch on bread and butter and sugar—as we used to. I’ll ask her to stop coming home early and eating the family dinner every evening. I’ll ask her right enough. (To Be Continued) STI(K£P>S ‘1 la | s □ \_ _HJ |/51 1 Here is a. score board partly filled in. Each of the squares should contain a number smaller than 16. When completed there should be no repeated numbers and the score in each of the four long rows should be the same. Gin you complete it? tZ j Answer for Yesterday A( us )#=# The solution to the above isi AHJSw (B on D) is equal to (M on EY).

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