Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 120, Indianapolis, Marion County, 28 September 1933 — Page 19

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CHAPTER FORTY -SEVEN (Continued * "Our faith in the man and his engine grew and as time trent on We put In more and more money. It would probably be hard for you to realize the enormous amount of money it takes to bring an Invention like this from the dream stage into •ctual operation, the red tape involved. the disappointments and setbacks.” a a a DICK blew a filmy wreath of smoke snd then continued: "But when a man is hon°st and you back him with your last dollar you can t feel too badly if ail is lost. You feel sure that he did al! he could, anyway. That's how I felt about this. But I didn’t want to build up your hopes in case the thing should fail. ‘‘Down there in the shadows of an old machine shop near the lake front in the factory district of Lake City week by week we watched the enterp-ns-*. And now. Eve. I believe nothing can step it. It may take a couple of years more, but when we take the lid off that business the world will sit up and take notice. “When that time comes. Eve. I won’t have to move on from place to place, wherever I'm sent. I w on’t have to work at all if I'd rather not ” “That—that will be fine for you, Dick." Eve said, trying to put into her voice the enthusiasm and gladness he seemed to expect. But she did not feel glad. Now she had no choice except to return to her work at Bixby's. If she told Dick now that she was willing to make a home for him wherever his work took him he would think it was not because of love for him but because his financial success was assured. Yesterday she could have told him. but not today—not ever! CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT IT was the day of the May festival in Pine Forest. Eve awakened at dawn, with the first chimes of the church bells, and looked out the window. Already lights were burning in the basement of the little white church at the Four Corners. She aroused Dick. ‘ Bright May day now is dawning o’er us!” She sang the words of a song she had learned in grade school. They went to breakfast in the church that morning in accordance with a custom brought from New England by the first settlers of Pine Forest. Breakfast was served from 5 until 7 and although Eve and Dick were among the first to arrive they had company. The owner of the general store sat at their tabl~ and the general manager of the paper mill was next to Dick. Opposite sat the village tailor, polite and attentive. The men discussed business conditions. Before Eve had finished the delicious pancakes served with new maple syrup a group of teachers came in. “After breakfast we are going up Into the woods for May flowers.” they told her and invited Eve to join them. But she declined, although she was touched by their thoughtfulness. This day she had set aside to spend with Dick. Soon she would be leaving and she wanted to make the most of the short time remaining. They lingered over their coffee and then left the church. In the tall white steepie the chimes were ringing again. A sense of peace seemed to surround them. Eve slipped her arm through Dick’s and as they strolled past the wide lawns on Main street they watched the sun. red-gold, come up over the top of Eagle Hill. That morning Eve rode out to the camp with Dick. The hospital buildings loomed up attractively in that vast wooded area. Dick took Eve on a tour of inspection and she felt an increased respect for the powers that were bringing into being this great institution of healing. By midsummer the hospital was to be opened. Dick, however, would remain there to begin work on more buildings to be added to the unit. That meant that in all likelihood he would spend another year at Pine Forest. Another long year without Dick! Another year of such loneliness as she had knowm for the last eight months. Her mother's words came back to her. “You're not being fair to your husband!” a a a EVE drove the roadster slowly over the four-mile stretch back to the village. She felt the charm of the countryside and longed to relax and become a part of it. Yet she felt another urge which drew her away into the turmoil of life in Lake City. She stopped at the little post office and found a letter from Arlene. "Eve. dear, we are married,” wrote Arlene. 'Sara and I both dreaded the fuss and excitement of a wedding so we just slipped away and were married at St. James' church last Saturday. Sam's brother and my cousin were the witnesses. “We drove to Niagara Falls for our honeymoon. Well Why not Niagara Falls? My parents and their parents, too. went to Niagara Falls for their honeymoons. Anyhow. Sam wasn't in a hurry to get back so we didn't return until Tuesday night. We're staying with my parents until we find a place of our own. “Sam refused to let me go to the office Wednesday and I'm not going back at all! I called Mr. Bames to tell him I was married and he was very sweet about it. I guess he thinks well of Sam. • We're looking for a house now. We want a little white one with green blinds and a wide red chimney out in one of the suburbs. Sam says he is tired of apartments and for years he's been ambitious to have a rose garden.” m n * Eve sat still for a long while after she read Arlene's letter. She was experiencing a conflict of emotions and her mind was torn

with indecision. She was glad for Arlene—glad that her friend was so sappy, and yet she envied that happiness. Because of her own overwhelming amibition. Eve realized, sJie was thrusting aside the Joy that might belong to her and her husband. And what confusion there must be with both Arlene and herself absent from the office. Eve felt she should go back immediately. She turned the car about and drove in the direction of the little lake where Dick had taken her that first Sunday. High up in the hills she stopped and walked through the woods, kicking up pine needles as she went. When she,came to the edge where she could look down at the water below she slipped to the ground and gave herself up to enjoying the golden sunshine. After a long while she arose and with one hand brushed back her honey-colored hair. There was a shining light in her amber eyes and her firm little chin was held high. With determination in her step she returned to the car and drove back to the village She wrote three letters but did not mail them, then drove to the camp again for Dick. While she sat in the roadster waiting for him doubts one? more assailed her. Did Dick really want her to go back to Lake City or would he rather have her stay here? He had told others as well as Aunt Sophronia that Eve was returning at the end of two weeks. And he had said it in a voice .so certain that it left no cause for doubt. nun Y)UT Dick looked so genuinely glad to find her waiting for him that Eve felt a responsible glow of pleasure as their eyes met. “Love me a little?” Eve asked wistfully as they drove over the hill. "Love you oh. the least little bit!” he teased, smiling. After dinner, Eve asked him to read the letters she had addressed to Mr. Bixby, Mr. Barnes and to Arlene and Sam. The letter to Mr. Bixby contained her resignation and suggested that he consider Sam for the vacancy. Sam Holeridge, she wrote, was in her estimation better qualified to take charge of Bixby’s advertising than any other person in Lake City. The letter to Arlene and Sam suggested ilnmediate application for the job. Dick was amazed as he looked up from the page he had been reading! “But are you sure,” he asked, “that 1 haven’t influenced you to do this. Eve?” “No, you didn’t influence me. You didn't even encourage me to stay here,” Eve told him frankly. "I've thought the whole thing out, Dick. I had the satisfaction of reaching the goal I had set for myself. You and I and a few others know I could have become advertising manager of the store. I don’t think any one else would have been much interested. Staying in Lake City would have meant realizing that ambition but if realizing it had to mean losing you—oh. Dick, we came so close to losing each other!” “No, we didn't," he assured her emphatically. ( “I wanted you to work out your problem in your own way. I’ve never believed in forcing any one into decisions. But I was willing to w T ait. I thought that if you cared enough for me you’d come to me in time.” “Cared for you—?” echoed Eve. “Are you sure, darling, that you will be contented here?” he asked. And Eve answered firmly. “Yes. Something had to be sacrificed and it couldn't be you!” Dick took her in his arms. . (The End)

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COME time last winter, or thereabouts, a high-brow critic wrote in a very high-brow magazine a long and humorless article to demonstrate that P. G. Wodehouse is not really funny. It all proved, as nearly as I can remember, that you don’t laugh at Wodehouse’s stories unless there is

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