Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 14 October 1936 — Page 20

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DEGIN HERE TODAY - Kate and Caroline Meed live on a run-down Blue-Grass farm with their grandfather, Major Sam Meed, and two old servants, Athy and Zeke. Kale is engaged to Morgan Prentiss, but is meflected by him for Eve Elwell, home from college. Kate and Caroline start to Louisville with Zeke to deliver four baked hams io a olub. Their sedan is struek by a ear driven by a stranger, who pays $50 damages and consents to take the twe girls and the hams te the city. Having fasted one of the hams, he asks to buy the formula for curing and eooking. Kate asks $500 for it, and the man pays it when she informs him that she ‘Ras seen him steal the license tags from their ear. : ; The girls buy Kate a new evening dress and bank the $3500, Returning home, they learn that the mortgage has been foreclosed on the Meed farm and that they must move to a dilapidated tenant house. . In Lexington Jeff Howard, a wealthy and bifter young mountaineer, tells his Jawyer that he wishes to take over the Meed farm, NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY

CHAPTER SEVEN ATE said that night, “You say the law allows us to stay on here a while. But if we've got to go, let's go quickly! Prolonging the agony only makes it worse.” Caroline agreed, though shrinking as if some one had struck her. “Yes, I think the sooner we move the better, Grandad. It would break our hearts to stay on here— the way things are.” The Major consented. The next day was Sunday. They passed this normally, pretending that nothing had happened, but on Monday morning they rushed into packing with a sort of feverish haste, confronting the first move of their lives as if it were no more than housecleaning. The fact that the five most important suites of furniture were to be: left behind was almost as much a shock to the girls as the loss of the house and farm.

Caroline said, after their grand-|

father had told them and had gone out of the room, “The piano! The ‘two long pier mirrors! The old sideboard! Our very beds!—Can

you take it in, Kate?”

” n ” ATE answered slowly, “I'm trying to.” She looked around the familiar dining room as she spoke. “Well, maybe it's just as well, Caroline. This furniture’s. been here always. It seems to belong to the house. This heavy stuff wouldn't fit into a modern house or a cottags.

Imagine us trying to get it into

the tenant house ” They both laughed a great deal that day. They laughed because they were shocked and highly keyed, and because laughter and tears arz so akin. The Major, hearing their bursts of hilarity, would nod his head, surprised and hopeful, not catching the hysterical note that ran through the sound. “Maybe they don’t mind so much,” he told himself prayerfully. ~ Morgan Prentiss, coming out to Meed Meadows that night, found Kate stunned and remote. He said to her, “You don’t have to tell me about it, honey. I've known it for four or five days. And I've known for a year or two that it ‘was on the way. Anybody could ~the old gentleman was riding r a fall.” “Everybody but Caroline and I,” Kate replied. “He's been actually crafty about hiding his worries from us. Let's get away from these packLet's go outside.” 8 ” ” ORGAN was willing enough. They left the littered hall and went out into the yard, walking

slowly and close together across.the

damp grass. A smell of honeysuckle and June roses hung in the air. When they reached the pasture fence Kate's horse came up to her, putting his whiffing nose against

her shoulder, as gentle as a moth}

in spite of his size. . She said, “There, Brown Boy!” and gave him the petting he begged for. Then she slapped him on the flank and drove him away. “I wonder how he'll like his new quarters, ” she said ruefully to Morgan. “The barn at the tenant house is pretty awful.” “Forget it tonight, Kate,” Morgan said sharply. He drew her to him and kissed her. When she tried to speak he kissed her again, and presently her heart was pounding dizzily, responding as aiways to his love making. They went back to the house and sat on the porch steps, Kate a step higher, so that Morgan’s head rested against her knees and she could stroke his hair, ‘He said, “I'm dead tired, honey. I'm worn out. I've had about 10 hours sleep the whole week-end: I'm rocky— : ” ” ” ON'T complain;” Kate answered, frowning into the darkness. She rubbed his temples expertly with her long strong fingers. She knew that when she did this a certain strength and vitality went out of her, transferred from her body to his. Those who have this touch rarely keep its magic in reserve. They spend it freely, depleting themselves. Yet tonight Kate thought with a quick 3nd fleeting bitterness, “I'm tired, Why doesfi't he think of I'm tired from working.

- But when he reached around and

took her two hands and held them

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beside him on the step and kissed him tenderly. He responded in his own ardent way. He treated her always as if she were something infinitely desirable and yet infinitely precious. He was very articulate. He could tell her that he loved her in a dozen different and charming ways. He could and he did. There was the flair of the finished southern gallant in all that he said to her. With his tender, extravagant words he put her on a pedestal and made her a little proud of herself. It was his way. And yet, when he had left, Kate had a hungry, cheated feeling. She had wanted something different tonight. Something more solid and comforting. She needed bread and he had given her cake. » » » - A she stood on the porch and watched the lights of his roadster brighten the highway and disappear, she felt this lack with a sudden piercing clearness. She thought, in dismay, “He didn’t say a thing about what's to become sof He didn’t mentioh our moving!” . in the fable who had gone to the wise philosopher to ask him the meaning of life, and the wise philosopher had replied, “It's a beautiful day, my good woman. A very beautiful day.” . .. Well, maybe Morgan had his own sly wisdom in his treatment of her tonight. Maybe he had purposely refrained from talking of the things that were grieving her. Kate chose to believe this, for she was in love. By the end of the week, the packing was accomplished. They had decided to move on Monday. The house was almost dismantled. It was while Kate was emptying a wardrobe in one of the bedrooms that Althy came panting up the stairs to find her. “Miss Kate,” the old woman demanded belligerently, “do de dishes go wiff de house?” “Certainly not,” Kate answered, “I've got most of them packed already.” “Yes'm,% _Althy said. “You got ‘'em all packed but dem fine ones in dé built-in cupboard, an’ Mister Howard say he expect dem dishes to be lef’ behin’ for him to use. Hessay a man’s got to have somethin’ to eat off, haven't he—" ” ” » ATE grew rigid. She asked. “Mr. Howard said that?—I thought he was cut at the barn

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with Granddad. —Gran'dad didn’t bring him in, did he?” - Althy replied, “Major Sam didn’t bring him in. Nom! He done cone in by hisself. He's been walkin’ all ‘round down stairs—" Hate did not pause to hear more. She ran down the steps and went into the dining room. -Her blazing eyes met the insolent look of a tall young man who slouched against the mantle, -his hands in his pockets. He was a rougher version of Gary Cooper. Even in her anger she noticed that. “Are you Mr. Howard?” she asked. “Yes,” he answered, straightening a very little. “Well,” Kate said crisply, “get out! Get out till Monday! Until Monday this house is ours. ‘When we give you the keys you can come | in. Not before.” He said, “1 came with your grandfather's leave. I've been buying some farm implements from him. I asked him if I could eame in and look over my place.” The lgst two words- were drawled unmerciiully.

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H!”: exclaimed Kate, weak with rage. They looked at one anothér, taking’ measure. He saw a girl who filled him with admiration and longing and hate. She saw a man who stirred her profoundly by . his ‘strength and insolence. . . Kate said, “Those dishes don’t go with the house, Mr. Howard. They're what's left of ny grandmother's Haviland. You probably don’t know what Haviland is. If you want something to use for yourself, there's a box of heavy crockery I'll leave for you.” “Never mind,” he replied, deliberately accenting his mountain twang. ' “I wouldn't ‘put you to the trouble. = I'll just order a set of Spode or Wedgewood sent out from Louisville,”

He showed her thus that he did know what Haviland was. He showed her that he could even buy Spode and Wedgewood by the set, for a whim. His proud, bitter mind told him that it would make her, in her blus-blooded poverty, hate him the more. He sauntered out, without speaking further, leaving her trembling with helpless anger. When he had gone she leaned her head on the tall old sideboard and burst into tears.

(To Be Continued)

MUD PIES

AUDIE made a megaphone of her hands and addressed the neighborhood, “Big SHOTS . .. for SALE! Come O...ver to MAUD... Then ‘lowering her voice, turned commandingly to Dicky, the neighbor child who stood beside her.

“You go on making ’em. I'll broad- |

cast.” She shoved him toward the mud pile and resumed: “Big SHOTS . .. for SALE! Come O ...ver to MAUD... ie’s house!” Receiving no response to her vocal efforts, she presently turned back to her place of business. She filled, a round, shallow pan with sticky mud, leveled it, pressed it, and skilfully inverted the pan beside a row of other mud pies. But this last creation stuck to the pan. She slapped the sides. She spanked ‘ the bottom. Then, leaning back, she lifted her foot and landed blow after blow on the offending pan with her heel. The Big Shot still stuck. “Maud . . IE!” her. mother called from the kitéhen wintdow. “Go see if there are any eggs.” 2 = ” O, there ain't none. I looked.” “Goodness! © Didn't those hens lay again today? Then go over to Mrs. Seldon’s and borrow a couple of eggs. We'll just have to eat those hens if they won't lay.” Maudie took the battered pan in her smeared hands, restored it to an upright position, and with one scoop

.emptied it.

She strode to the front of the lot again. “Maudie!” Her mother's voice sounded close behind her. “Clean that mud off your ‘hands and get those eggs!” » ” » RS. BRANTLEY grasped Maudie firmly by the shoulder, and gave her a shove in the proper direction. “Awright!” alleyward. “Aint-cha comin’? she called to her assistant. “C'mon!” - Dicky followed her. “Yer ma said to clean off yer hands.” He disregarded his own muddy hands as he watched Maudie seize

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pink beach pajamas and wipe off the sticky mud. 8 = =n AUDIE assisted a tin can down the alley with the toe of her shoe. Dicky, bare-footed. minced along beside her. At the third backyard, they scorned the gate, climbed the fence, and meandered through the vegetable garden. “Don’t you step in them beds!” Mrs. Seldon screeched from her back porch. Maudie and her cohort advanced. “My ma sent me over to ask you can she borrow a couple eggs for a cake. till she gets some. She'll send ‘em right back soon’s she

don’t get no eggs.” “Land! Ef you ain't a sight, Maudie Brantley. You look ’sif you'd laid on yer stomach and wallered. I guess imebbe I can spare

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HEN Dicky’s mother called from “Rich . . . ard!” | “Gonna make some more Big Shots this afternoon?” Dicky asked, as he started to edge toward home.

“No! I'm goin’ to a show with some kids,” replied Maudie. “You'll have to get dressed up.” “Guess I c¢'n stand it fer once. Anyway, it’s a swell show—spooks, 'n’ robbers, 'n’ wild animals. We’ make Big Shots tomorrow when we got sumpin’ more to make ‘em outta.” r When Maudie’s father came homes for lunch, Mrs. Brantley lamented. “You might as well kill a cauple of those hens. They haven't laid an egg for days. I couldn’t finish a. cake I started to bake, because I couldn't get any eggs.”

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washcloth motionless in the

{ wash-bowl as she listened to her parents.

“If you aren't using eggs. who is

using the back of our lot for trash?” She heard her father say.

there when I do have eggs. Maudie! Come here!” Maudie slowly wrung out the washcloth, mopped her arms on 4 hitherto clean towel, and appeared in court. “Well,” pronounced | her father, when the truth was uncovered, “here's the money I promised you for the movie this afternoon.” Maudie brightened as he silently countthe change into the palm of her hand. “Go to Sandleton’s store and buy a dozen eggs for your mother. If there is any change left, you may have it, but if that isn’t enough money, you're in the hole. I'll phone Mr. Sandleton not to charge the eggs!” LT ” ” S there any change left?” asked Maudie, as Mr. Sandleton passed the sack of eggs across the | counter. “Yeah, a little; high right now.” “How much?” Maudie asked con-' templatively. J “Ten eents.Y The grocer foresaw a protracted candy deal. “What will it be?” He leaned against the candy case, prepared to wait. | Maudie took in the contents of the case in a glance—so briefly, in| fact, that Mr. Sandleton was sur- | prised. A moment later, his surprise turned to astonishment. “Gimme the rest in eggs,” said Maudie, “an’ put em in a separate

sack.” The End.

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