Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 197, Indianapolis, Marion County, 26 December 1931 — Page 13

DEC. 26, 1931

THREE KINDS of LOVE .• BY KAY CLEAVER STRAHAN

Kf, w hkrk today * bd MAKY•FRANCES w,th ,helr ItrandpsrenU, n .?* 80 Impoverished that hnn %? l, y * earning:* support the ■fcSfS- a n- The *'*l*™ have been orphaned since childhood. ttvto rent* are known respecthevV RO6A u LIE ’ nd “ORAND" and thefr Ifnorme 1 f n ormer on weaUr E UP prelen “* 01 ♦ .?i2l' e ~ 2 ’h * nd Cecily. 22. do secreaLW ? nd , Mary-Pranees. 15. li * *h school. When the storv opens. bM>n , <* n “ted to PHILIP F,( i3 i < ?YD. young lawyer, lor eight years. vJJi*. 7 v. CBn not "tarry because Anna rl?.??* he L s'ater* and grandparent* depand on her to manage their home. I**"?!!! brlnKs ' BARBY Me KEEL home 8 dlnt }?Z * ith her - she ,s falling in L hllrl _ Mary-f'rances and her BR M IN 'mUDE. are excited about tne arrival o! a stock company actor known M EARL DE ARM HUNT. meet him on the street and he JP o*** 0 *** to them. Marv-Prances is thrilled agrees to meet him that night •iter the performance. Rhe tells him rhe is 13. fall* to note ’he eheapner- of hts love-making and aner that, first meeting promises to *e e him again. Next morning Cecily talks to Anne about Barrv NOW GO ON WTTH THE STORY CHAPTER SIXTEEN "T'M more Interested,” Ann said, A In what Lindbergh things about you,” “He likes my looks.” Cecily was earnest again. "That is—he alwavs pays 'lovely.’ That is less than beautiful, I know. “And, of course, I'm not beautiful. But I think it is better than 'pretty.’ What do you think?” 'T think,” Ann answered, as she walked to the door, “that he is in love with you. Isn’t that what I'm supposed to think, Cissy?” "Ann, I don't knotv. Truly, I can't tell. He says something and then Well, I don’t know. I’m choking to find out. He likes me a lot, I’m sure of that. But he's sort of—shy of love, or queer about it, I think.” "Most men are,” said Ann. “No, I don’t mean that way. Barry's different. He Is entireiy different from any other man I've evpr known. He ” Ana interrupted. "I must run down and start breakfast. But I want to tell you something while I have a chance without Mary-Fran-r"s around. If you haven’t made a dinner engagement with Barry for this evening perhaps you'd better not. See him after dinner, if you like, but come home for dinner. Grand ” "But I have made one! And I’m going to keep it. Dear heavens, has Grand found his leading strings again? Will he take it out on you, angel, If I go?” x x x “T^TO —I don’t care if he dors. L n This is it: Grand did fuss here use you were gone last evening for dinner— but that didn’t matter. .After dinner, though, Ermintrude rame over, and for some reason that srempd to get both Grand and Rosalie started on that same old stuff about our never having friends here—music and merriment and laughter in our home, you know. They just kept at it, and went from bad to worse, and then Rosalie had to remember your birthday, a week from tomorrow, and they are insisting upon giving you a .birthday party.” “I couldn’t stop it, nor do a thing about it. Unless you can stop it, T in afraid they’ll make me carry it through. I thought you higlit say ” "A party? For me?” questioned Cecily. “Isn’t it dreadful! I brought out every objection I decently could without hurting their ‘feelings, but ” "But,” Cecily interposed, "I’d love it, Ann. I was thinking only last evening that it might seem odd to Barry that we haven’t people to play with—a group, you know.” “We haven’t, though,” Ann said. "Not any more. There’d be no one to invite.” “Pooh! We ran think of plenty of people if we count them up. There's Barry, and you and Phil, and Marta and Herbert, i said Barry, didn't I? Let’s sep ” "Well, we can talk it over later,” Ann said, and opened the door. "Yes,” Cecily agreed. "It will be fun!” Ann closed the door and went riow-n the hall toward the back stairway. "The cat's taken poison, and the baby's gone insane!” she muttered. It w r as her profoundest oath, significant of her furthest desperation. x x x FT needn’t,” were Cecily’s first A words when she came, wearing her best brown dress with its wide white collar and cuffs, into the kitchen twenty minutes later, “be

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such a lot of work—the party, I mean, need it, Ann, nor so very expensive?” Ann, trying to unscrew the lid from a jar of stewed plums, glanced from it to Cecily. "No, dear,” she answered. "Os course not,” and despised herself. She had planned to restore Cecily's sanity, in part, at least, at any cost. But wiping that expression of wistful, shining bliss from Cissy’s face would be, it seemed to Ann, as cruel as rubbing a damp sponge across a picture drawn by a child on a slate and presented for admiration. "We could have Ice cream and cake and coffee, that would be enough. V/e wouldn’t positively have to order brick ice cream ” "Put on a smock, dear. That apron won’t cover your sleeves.” "And I could make the cakes on Friday evening, after dinner. We’d have to have two,, I suppose—a devil cake and that cheap, easy sponge. "That would leave Saturday afternoon free to get the house ready. We'll air the library and have it mostly in there. They wouldn’t need to go upstairs—nor all over the house. We’d steer them from one oasis to another. And we wouldn’t call it a party, of course. We'd just say that some friends were coming in for the evening. What’s the matter, angel?” "I can not get this lid off.” "Here. 11l pull the rubber out with the icepick. That’s the best way to open the old thing. I thought we and ask Marta, and Herbert. I'd like to have Gretchen, and I should—l'm in debt to her—and. she’d have some man to bring. But she would smoke. She says right out that, she w’on't go places where she can't, and I suppose Grand would lose control.” XXX “IVfY word, yes! We wouldn't -*- y A dare risk it.” "I know,” Cecily righed. "There —that's the way to get them off, Ann; pull the rubber out first. I’ll dish them. No, I can’t have Gretchen, I suppose. "But if I don’t ask her, I can’t ask Jean nor Dorothy. I thought you could ask Nella and her husband.” ‘They wouldn’t come. Look at the toast in the oven, will you, Cissy? They haven’t stepped outside the house in the evening since the baby was born. Nella won’t trust him with strangers. “1 don’t blame her a bit. He’s a darling. I wish Penn Johns and her husband hadn’t moved to Seattle to live—but they have. Could you ask the Mattason twins?” “I could,” Cecily’s laugh was not wholly successful, “and I could send a cable over to the prince of Wales.” “I don’t think the Mattason twins are so much.” “Neither do I; but they think so. Anyway, Grand wouldn’t let you remember the time he and Rosalie went with the Carmichaels to the Multnomah for dinner, and he came home and all but got out the grindstone and the knife to have them ready in case we should ever act like that? No. The twins are out.” “Well?” said Ann, but she did not say, “I told you so,” as she picked up the loaded tray to carry it through the butler’s pantry into the dining room. Grand and Rosalie always hoped and trusted that they had not, as yet, sunk to the level of a society where breakfasting in the kitchen was condoned. XXX POOR Cissy, when Ann returned to the kitchen, was standing precisely where she had been standing when Ann had left the kitchen. The smell of burned toast was bitter in the room, and blue spirals of smoke were writhing out from the oven door. “I could wear my pink,” Cecily mused dreamily, "and you could wear your yellow, and—Oh, angel! lam sorry. I forgot all about the toast. Here, let me do it. I’m so absentminded lately. Please, I’ll attend to it. Can’t I scrape it?” Mary-Frances, pink cheeked and sweet as a cherub on a candy box lid. came into the kitchen and said, “Whew! What’s burning? Rosalie would like her breakfast on a tray (his morning, if it isn’t too much trouble. "She’s feeling a little weak. She’d prefer orange juice to cooked fruit,

if it Is convenient. She wants it strained. Grand needs a cup of hot water right away. I’ll take it up. "He fears a slight digestive’ disturbance. He has hiccoughs. And. oh, yes, Ann, I almost forgot. Phil wants you on the telephone. He's waiting." "Phil?” Ann questioned incredulously, and sped to the diningroom, and to the telephone, and quavered, "Hello.” "Ann, dear! Did I startle you?” XXX ANN released the long breath she had been holding. "Phil, are you all right? I—l thought something must have happened—it's so early.” "Sorry! Surely I’m all right. I only wanted to come over in the car and take you to the office this morning.” "Phil” Ann said, and succeeded at last in steadying her voice, “tell me now. What is it? What L? the trouble?” "Not a thing on earth,” he assured her, "except that I haven’t seen you since day before yesterday, and that it is.a glorious morning, and I want to see you. Can't a man take a notion to see his girl in the morning without causing a panic?” "Well—but—” she said. It was too amazing. It was like old times, away long ago at the beginning of things. "Well, but,” he mocked. "Have you a date with another man to ride to your office this morning?” "Phil, dear,” she protested, and laughed and almost sang. “I’ll love it. of course. How good of you to think of it. How good—” "Oh-h!” When she went into the kitchen again there was something of Cecily’s dreamy radiance in her own heart-shaped face. "I could wear my yellow,” she said. "And you could wear your pink.” (To Be Continued) CANADA TO KILL 1,500 BUFFALOS Slaughter Is Necessary to Preserve Pasturage. By Times Special WATNWRIGHT, Alta., Dec. 26. Two delicacies have been added to Canadian New Year menus and the mounted police will benefit from the recent slaughter of 1,500 buffalos under government supervision in Wainwright national park, where the Canadian government maintains the largest herd of buffalo in the world. Buffalo tail soup and buffalo steaks will grace many a table in Canada on New Year’s day, because already the Canadian National Railways have carried thirty cars of buffalo meat to various markets throughout the Dominion. The hides will be used mostly to make coats and rugs for Canada’s famous red-coated police force, which still performs yeoman service in the far stretches of the northland—in many cases within the Arctic circle. Some heads will be sold by the government to clubs, hotels and individuals citizens as wall trophies. The slaughter of the animals was necessary, because there is only sufficient pasturage within the park to feed about six thousand buffalos. and also in order to maintain the quality of the stock. French auto racing fans are getting new thrills through the use of a three-whelled racer. The conventional two wiieels are in the rear, but a single one serves to guide the car from the front.

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