Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 119, Indianapolis, Marion County, 27 September 1933 — Page 15

SEPT. 27, 1933.

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CHAPTFR FORTY-SIX ' Continued > "Like it, sweetheart,'' he asked. “It's heavenly.” she answered softly Tliat night she slept more soundly than she had slept for months and awakened refreshed and eager tor the new day They took more trips into the woods in the days that followed “To think,’’ Eve said one evening, “that you have been enjoying all this while I’ve been cooped up in an office worrying about petty jealousies and having general grief!” “You didn't have to, you know." Dick reminded her. “And you needn t go back.” "Oh, but I'm going!” she said, instantly regretting her outburst. "You dont think I'm going to be Within sight of my goal and then hot stay to have the glory, do you? "No,” she continued. “Some of my acquaintances will sit up and take notice when June first comes and Bixby's announce the name of their new advert using manager! u a a DICK had often spoke of his Aunt Sophronia and he had promised to take Eve to see her eorre day. Since Aunt Sophronia s home was not far distant they set out early Saturday morning and drove south through the mountains and foothills into the Cherry valley. They followed the turnpike over rolling farm country until th p >’ came to a little village nestled among the hills. “Oh. it's another green and white village!” cripd Eve. “That s just the sort of background for Aunt Sophronia." Dick smiled. Eve’s enthusiasm always pleased him. They drove into the yard before a small colonial cott:jge and parked the car. Then Dick pulled the oldfashioned bell and set its ring pealing through the house. A tall, wiry woman dressed in tight-fitting black greeted them. “We are Aunt Sophronia's niece and nephew.” Dick announced From the inner room a commanding voice called, "send them in, Hannah! Send them in!” Sophronia Rader greeted her nephew affectionately, then turned to peer at Eve who went forward and graciously extended her hand. "This is Eve. my wife," said Dick. “Well glory be!' ejaculated the 90-year-old aunt. “I never expected to s*e you! Never expected Dick to marry in the first place. Bet you had to ask him." Eve laughed. “Why, that s just what my grandmother said." Aunt Sophronia and Eve became friends immediately. Eve's heart warmed to the aged woman who had broken a hip at the age of 80 and lived to continue her cheerful philosophy. _ , Looking about the room Eve s eyes brightened and she cried out, “Dick, look at the lovely whatnot With spool turnings, too!” Aunt Sophronia glanced around. ‘•Humph—that old thing!” she said. -Why I've had it for sixty years. Neighbor gave it to me for helping her when she was sick. If you like it you can have it.” “Why, you darling!" Eve said and kissed her. “So you like antiques, eh?” Aunt Sophronia said. "Well, I'm tired of them. Lived with them all my life. I like newfangled things better. But I have something I want to show you and if you like it you can have it. too. It's old but it's right pretty. Hannah!" she called. But this time Hannah must have been in the basement for she did not answer. “I don't know what's the matter with that woman” Aunt Sophronia complained. "I have such a time finding the right person for a companion. This one would be perfect but she has a cat. And everywhere that Hannah goes the kittv goes along. I'd like to get rid of the cat. but if the rat goes Hannah will follow. And then I'd have all the trouble of finding someone else.” a a a FINALLY Hannah responded. “Go into my room and bring the upper drawer of the highboy to me. Sophronia said briskly. Hannah came back lugging the mahogany drawer. Dick rose to help and they set it on a chair before the aunt. The fragrance of violets rose from its depths as the white-haired woman tenderly lifted delicate linens and bits of lace. “There!'’-she said triumphantly when she had found what she sought. “I made this when I was only 16. It's a bedspread with two pillow shams.” They laid the spider-web lace over a mahogany table and Eve cried aloud. ”Oh, it's too beautiful and too delicate for a bedspread! It should be used for a table cover. It's just too beautiful! But are you sure you want me to have it?” “Yes." said Aunt Sophronia. “I've been saving it for Dick. I wasn’t quite sure, though, what kind of a wife he'd pick You know some of these young folk only appreciate what comes from a department store." “Oh. I love it!” Eve assured her. “Well, at last I’ll see it in use," said Aunt Sophronia Now that you have come to settle in these parts maybe I'll get up there for a little visit.” "We’d love to have you." Dick interposed hastily, “but you see I live at a boarding house and Eve is just spending her vacation with me.” Eve blushed before the steady gaze of Aunt Sophronia Finally tne old woman said quite candidly. "What’s the matter? Ain't your husband earning enough?" All the way home Eve was silent. Dick had announced so casually that she was there for only two weeks She was going back, of course, but she wanted him to show concern about it. Was he tired of her already? Eve pondered thus as they rode along through the sweetsmelling spring countryside. She vas uncomfortable and ill at ease. CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN EVE occupied the time while Dick was at work in idle, pleasant

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ways. She would drive with him | to the camp in the morning, return ! with the roadster and later drive back again for him at the close- of the day. When she was alone she usually spent the time exploring the village or following inviting country roads. Mrs. Williams accompanied her on a short drive occasionally, but for the most part Eve went alone. Sh*> preferred to be alon® because there was so much to think about. Lake City and Bixby's department store seemed far away and relatively unimportant in this new environment. Here in Pine Forest manv things Eve had regarded as : trivial took on anew significance —the wind whispering !n the pine tre®s. arbutus nestling under rusty leaves on a hill sloping to the afternoon sun. quaint doorways Leading into homey white cottages. There was one cottage in particular that attracted Eve. Perhaps it was because the cottage was vacant and there was a ‘For Rent” j sign in the window. Emboldened by this. Eve opened the gate one day and went inside to explore. Through the windows she caught fascinating glimpses of the interior of the house with fireplaces, a charming stairway and beautifully paneled doors. In her imagination she began to plan just how she would like to furnish the rooms. It would be a delightful place, she thought, to spend a year—or a lifetime. There was a garden in the rear ' with old-fashioned perennials pushing up through the dead growth cf , the year before. There was an ani cient apple tree or two and a lilac ! bush. Eve wondered if Dick, too. had been attracted by the cottage. She directed their steps past it I one evening when they were out ! for a stroll but he made no com- | ment. Indeed, he did not so much as glance toward the little house. Well, if he no longer cared about a home there was no reason why Eve should care either. Perhaps he would have grown indifferent even if she had given up her work at Bixby’s when they marI ried. Now she at least had someJ thing to turn to if Dick failed her. I She had been right, after all. A 1 woman should build up a place in the world for herself. st n st EVE decided not to think of the white cottage any more, with the apple tree lifting a branch of ! pink and white blossoms to the gable j window and the friendly lilac by the garden gate. She would try to forget that it might be a lot more fun to hang crisp, ruffled curtains at cottage windows than to write about those curtains in advertisements for Friday bargain sales. But she could not return to Lake ' City without knowing something i definite about her husband's plans for the future. Somehow she was ! determined she would find a way to make him talk about those plans in the few days that remained of her vacation. However, even this important matter was crowded out of her thoughts temporarily by a brief, hastily-written letter from Arlene. "Mona is gone!” the letter said. "We don't know exactly why or where, but she has left us, bag and baggage. If I wanted to be mean and suspicious I'd think her hasty departure had something to do with the arrest of her racketeer boy ' friend a few- days ago after a shoot- ! ing affray. "Last night’s paper mentioned the fact that he had been seen several times lately with a blond girl companion and this morning Barnes received Mona’s resignation, sweetly and regretfully worded, saying she had an offer of a job in Pittsburgh at a substantial advance In salary and was leaving at once to take it. “She left her fountain pen and a few odds and ends of cosmetics in her desk so I called her boarding house to find out if she had left a forwarding address. She hadn't. Just told her landlady she’d send it when she was located. Os course she won't. She's probably scared silly, and it serves her right for going about with crooks. “Hateful as she's been to you and me, I don't wish the little fool any harm, but I'm honestly glad that you'll have her off your hands when I you take charge of the office.” Eve, too, was glad to have that difficulty removed from her path. | Everything, she mused, was clearing I .he way for her new position at Bixby's. St St St THAT evening she and Dick once more passed the cottage with j the For Rent” card in the window. “Dick." Eve began, passing at the gate which stood half open, “don’t you ever get tired of going from place to place? When you come to a lovely village like Pine Forest don't you wish you could stay there the rest of your life instead of just i for a year or so? Don’t you ever think of a permanent job in one place and a permanent home —a home of your own?” Dick pushed the gate aside and together they went up the flowerbordered brick walk and sat down on the' porch steps. “As I've told you.” he said, “no 1 job is permanent. But a permanent home—yes, of course I’ve thought of that —worked for years with it in mind.” Dick took out his pipe and lighted it. “Eve, there's something I didn’t intend to tell you about until it became a sure thing and there'd be no chance for disappointment. Those Tuesday evenings when I left you alone and didn't explain where I'd been—you resented them, didn't you? “Well, it's like this.” he went on. "Years before I met you I heard of an inventor who had a patent on the greatest little engine in the world. His friends had backed him with their money and his friends' friends did likewise. I put up all I could spare at the time. Each week he held a meet- | ing to report the progress of the enterprise. (To Be Continued)

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