Indianapolis Times, Volume 37, Number 99, Indianapolis, Marion County, 25 August 1925 — Page 12

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GLORIA

THE STORY SO FAR Gloria Gordon, young and beautiful, marries Dick Gregory, for the money she thinks he has. She has made up her mind never to have children, but to have an exciting time and expensive clothes always. After the honeymoon, which has really been a shopping-trip, Dick tells Gloria that he cannot afford a cook. Gloria refuses point-blank to do her own housework and Dick borrows his mother s maid, Maggie. Gloria meets Stanley Wayburn. an actor whom sho once loved. Wayburn calls on her and Dick sees him leaving the house. Gloria tells her husband that Wayburn is an interior decorator, who had called about some lamp-shades. Next day Gloria is in a restaurant with May Seymour, a married friend, and May's lover Jim Carewe, when she sees Dick's mother looking at her with deep disgust. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY By Beatrice Burton CHAPTER V LORIA swayed slowly to her feet. Her face was white as she walked across the diningroom to Mother Gregory’s table. She was afraid of this major-domo of a woman. And Mother Gregory knew it. “Come into the dressing-room with me.” she said sharply. “I want to talk to you a minute or two!” She gripped Glory above the elbow and steered her out into the women’s rest room. May Seymour winked at Glory as they passed. Glory pulled offjjer hat and began to powder her nose "'before the mirror, to gain a moment’s time to gather her wits. “Sit down!” Mother Gregory said. And Gloria sat. “Now then.” Dick's mother said in her powerful voice, "what in the world are you doing down here with that woman who is the talk of the town? Have you lost your sense*?'' “How do you mean, talk (sis the town?” Glory asked weakly. Mother Gregory snorted. “You know as well as 1 do that her affair with Jim Carewe is common talk everywhere!” she said "And here I find you sitting with them where everybody can see you! “And another thing, young woman. ... I sent Maggie over to your house to show you how to cook and take care of the home Dick’s giren you . . . not to leave you fret to gallivant, all over town with yout queer friends!" “If that’s what Maggie’s there for. you can have her back . . . and I’ll get a maid of my own!” Gloria cried. Her fear of Dick’s mother was blotted out by her sudden anger. "If you think I’m going to be a ecrubbing-brush for your precious son, you’re barking up the wrong tree, I'm not going to drudge for him or for anybody else!” she cried. Tears of fury were in her voice. “He can perfectly afford to get

CHICKIE

The Sequel to

By Elinor* Mehcrin She closed her eyes and with a pleading movement freed herself from his arms. He followed her to the davenport, and, sitting next to her, covered her clasped hands. She said with a smile that pierced him to Hie heart: “You know about me, David —all of it?” "I know about you, Helena—all.” “Oh, really? Why do you say these things to me, David? Can’t you know I would not hear them?” “You are hearing them. I've known almost from the beginning. It was when I learned ail that I loved you most, Helena.” She looked at him, her deep, beautiful eyes full of sadness. “How can that be? low could you fetl so, knowing all? ' • “Because I see what others don’t. It is because you were jweeter and gentler and more unthinking of yourself—” Tears rprang into her eyes. “Oh, no—” “Yes—and that’s why all this happened.” She saw the warm intentness in his face and the features finely LOANS We lend on improved Indianapolis real estate. For those who desire loans not exceeding 65% of our appraisement, we offer our monthly payment plan. For those desiring 50% or less of our appraisement, our regular mortgage plan is offered at a lower rate. A small expense fee, but no commission, is charged. jffetcfier gating* ant €rn*J Corapanp Member Federal Reserve System Now 4% on Savings HOURS—Saturdays, 8 to 8. Capital and Surplus Two Millions

me a cook, and I don’t mean anything previous! I don’t have to work in his bouse. . . I can go out and earn my $25 any week in the year. And it won’t be at dishwashing either. . . She rose and, returning to the dining room, gathered up her beaded bag and white gloves. Mother Gregory followed. She laid her jeweled hand on Gloria’s arm. “Sit down a minute, while I pay my check,” she said gently, “and we’ll leave together. There’s no need to make a scene this way, is there?” Together they walked out of the crowded restaurant. Gloria had forgotten all about May Seymour. • • • r UTSIDE in the street stood O Mother Gregory’s coupe. “Jump in!” she said to Gloria. ' The girl hesitated. "I have a little shopping to do . . she said. “Jump in!" Mother Gregory repeated. “I’ll drive you home. It's time you and I had a talk about things in general, and marriage in particular!” She started the car. "Now, Glory,” she began. "Just what is your idea of what you owe my son, as his wife?” “What do I owe Dick?” she repeated in surpirse. “Why, I don’t owe him anything, do I? He wanted to marry me, and he has me.” “You think that’s enough?” Mother Gregory asked. “How about being a real wife to him . . . taking care of him. cooking hie meals, darning his socks, reading to him when he’s tired' How about such things? Do you try to do them?” “Certainly not,” Gloria snapped. Here beautiful face was distorted with anger. “Certainly not,” she said again. “I can’t see where he makes life so terribly comfortable for me. Does he hire a maid for me when I ask him to? Not a chance! . . . Does he leave me the car to use daytimes! No indeed! He rolls downtown in it himself every morning. And I can walk! . . . And what makes roe so sore is that I know he can afford to keep a cook and an extra automobile!” “That’s where you’re wrong," said Mother Gregory. “Dick Is just starting his career. Lawyers don’t suddenly make a million like inventors or promoters, you know. Dick has a long, hard row to hoe . . . and you I

drawn, pale now with his excitement. “So I do not see this as another might, but only as a regretful thing in your life, and not so regretful either. Didn’t you say yourself, Helena, that through it you had grown strong?” Shelowered her head unable to bear longer the strain of her emotions. “Strong for myself, David. But I would not have grown strong for you in this way—” If she could have wiped clean the days. If she could have stood before him in her glad, untroubled beauty. In a pathetic way she said something of this. Then she asked him not to think of her, for It could never be. He said: “It is you as you are before me now that I love, Helena. No other has ever loved that. The spirit you cart give to me has been another’s. It grew out of all this and it is beautiful to me and unselfish and very dear. I want it—want It greatly—” She moved from him with her hand half covering her face. Then she said quietly: “I think I am paid for all the pain I have ever known. I think I am. Do not mind that I am crying. I can not help it. And I can not tell you—l can never measure with words the greatness of you saying these things for me. But you must believe me, for it is true. Oh, yes, David, it is the very truth. I know it with an utter completeness. Love is not for me—” “Helena!” But she was standing now and facing him. Her eyes shone and the tears were gone. “The truth. David—you must believe It. You must go—please.” He would have taken her in his arms and argued. But she stood like a statue, her hands clasped, summoning the strength of her life to stand by her now. And she would not yield. She even said and smiled: ‘Now I an to lose another friend, David? That is rather hard.” “You are not to lose a friend. Let me speak.” “No—please—" for she knew that in a few moments her strength would pass and she feared these

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“If you think I’m going to be a scrubbing brush for your precious son, you’re barking up the wrong tree.”

must help him as I helped his father thirty years ago when Dick was Just a baby!” Mother Gregory smiled, her eyes full of memories. “We had a tiny house then,” she said. "And I did every stroke of work in it myself . . . and took care of my baby besides.” Her face became serious. “By the way, my dear, have your babies early in your married life,” she said. “The younger a mother is the more of a playmate she is for her children . . UDDENLY Mother Gregory stopped. k__J In the tilted mirror above the windshield of the car. she could

eager, yearning hands of hers—oh—how they would reach out and seize this almost terrible gladness—“no—you go—you are excited —so much has happened—and I, too—” He gave a soft laugh then and his eyes with their winning Intentness were warm on hers. “I think you love me, Helena—and you will say It perhaps tomorrow —” She shook her head. “You will—l do not mean to be denied." She leaned against the door when he was gone, pressing her hands against her heart. No one would hear that odd, sobbing laugh—no one would see the tears now, nor the white anguish— Then she stole down the hall and listened. Jonathan snored—*-how even and blessed the lives of those two—how gentle their murmured talk In the dark—sweet eveing of a homely love— In the sunroom the hyacinths breathed like a song. Spring again. The stars had a golden look. She watched them from the window. Loved her—he loved her. And he was loved. She did not deny this to her thought. She had loved him all along. Oh. the fineness of him and the deep, winning eyes. He was Qne who did high, glorious deeds—never a thought about it. Oh, to walk at his side down the long, striving years. If that could be— He was not for her. No! She said it and closed her eyes. Thoughts sprang at her like forms in the dark. And the past came up and laid its hand on hers. She shuddered. The past claimed her. Bring that to him. Ah—drag the stain of her life across his that was so clean and strong. Things that were said came back to her. Oh, the things that would be said. How they would filter day after day into his office and through the hospital. Talking of her that was dear to him. How It would make him wince—and in the end how it would eat out his heart and his happiness..,. Was thig what she should do to him? She drew back from herself in horror. Enough that he had spoken. That one as fine as he would dream of loving her. Let this beauty abide. Let her hold to it. She wept. She sat there hours. When the silence of the night was most deep she prayed. Make her strong—give her the courage and the calm— Then she wrote to David—she thanked him for all the wondrous kindness and that this wag a holy thing that had come to her through him. She wished to keep it so. But he must know that she would not think of love or marriage. She couldn’t—and please—let this be final—oh, do not ijsk again— The next evening he said to her. “I got your letter —” “Oh, please—” “Answer only this—ls you could think of love, would you think of me?” A quick, fleeting smile went like a rapture to her eyes. He took that for an answer. And every day he stopped her and said some winsome thing like that. He seemed happy. But she maintained unflinchingly the stand she had taken. A/,adne.su grew in all her thoughts. *3he felt as though these days weraf the last farewell to her youth. i She felt it most piercligly one afternoon on her day went

MOTHER GREGORY OBJECTS TO GLORIA ASSOCIATING WITH MAY SEYMOUR—GLORIA QUARRELS WITH HER MOTHER-IN-LAW.

see Gloria’s face. It was smiling scornfully. “I’m scarcely married, and you’re beginning to talk babies already.” the girl said. "Is that all women are for ... to have babies?” “If is isn’t that, perhaps you’ll tell me what they are for,” suggested Dick’s mother. “Oh, how do I know what women are for?” Gloria cried. “But I suppose they're on earth to live and be happy like anyone else.” “And to drink hard liquor, to smoke clgarets until they’re dopey, and to play bridge for money until they have faces like misers;’’ Mother Gregory’s voice was deep with disgust. “Oh, you women who are

Jimmy Blake, Old Friend of Chickie, Returns Home and Calls on Her.

home. There r? a visitor waiting In the living r00m....a tail, spare fellow who came out and took her hand with a half-shy: “Hello, Chickie." It was Jimmy—back from the islands, tanned and with the teasing eyes sober, but the black hair heavy and unruly as ever. But Jimmy had an air about him. He could not speak because of the tears for this was very sudden; and she could not look at him. remembering that spring day years ago when he came to kneel at her side; to say: "Chickie—do you want me —want me now?” But finally she laughed: “Darling Jimmy home again—when did you come?” “Last night—” He was ill at ease. Then he began to talk—good to be home. Jonathan looked the same—oh, he’d seen lots—had a fine time —staying a month or so—then: “Come on, Chickie—take a ride.” That was like the Jimmy of her school days. They ran down the steps laughing. Martha Blake watched them from her window. CHAPTER LXXXVI. The Dinner Invitation SIMMY helped her into the machine. He did it with a fine grace. She remembered how he used to hold her arm so hard, keeping her back when they walked along the street. She said: "Jimmy, since’ when so very gallant?” “Always!” He grinned. This broke a hard tension between 'them. "You’re prettier than ever, Chickie.” "Ah. no, Jimmy darling—getting old —I’m 2B now.” "And I’m 31. Darn queer, isn’t it, the way the years creep upDoesn’t seem so long since you first put up your hair. I remember the day. You thought you were the world with a fence around it—” She said uneasily: “Oh, you dea.* old reminiscence! You always could pull out the memories." Jimmy colored and began in a great hurry to tell her of the islands and Interesting people he mat and

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growing up . . . who can’t boil a decent pot of coffee, but can shake up any kind of a cocktail that’3 ever been invented! You girls who haven’t strength enough to put the buttons in your husband’s shirtsleeves, but have ‘pep’ enough to strut and shimmy half the night at some tough party or other! What earthly good are any of you? . . . Now. Glory, I want you to think things over . . . .” “Will you please stop this car and let me out?” Gloria interrupted. "I’ve stood all the insults I can stand.” Silently Mrs. Gregory stopped the car. Gloria got out and her mother-in-law drove on.

I the summer’s life every one led down I there. He broke off from this to say abruptly: “I heard of Munson's death. A pity, wasn’t it? He had some pretty straight ways, didn’t he?” “You don’t know all of them, Jimmy. Jake did so many princely things for me.” “I know. Mary's kept me iosted on about everything. Yet I’ve wondered. Living alone,’ a fellow does a lot of wondering." He drove swiftly. They were in the park now —the Jeaves of all the trees had a tender, shiny look. Now and then beds of flowers flashed out Jaunty and young. “Chickie—do you like the work you are doing? Is the going hard?” “Oh, sometimes, of course.” "Mary says you don’t go out much. Wonder if you get lonely.” She guessed what Jimmy’s thoughts might be, and gave a soft, wistful laugh. Then he looked quietly at her and the fine, honest eyes demanded truth. "Remember that last day, Chickie? And things I said to you, and if you should ever want or need me—well, have you?” “Oh!" For moments she couldn’t speak, for it seemed to her a noble yet a pathetic thing that Jimmy should come now to redeem this promise. For in his young boy’s heart the Chickie that he loved was gone, and he surely knew it. He loved the white, flaming beauty of her childhood. He had watched its radiant blooming. That was the thing he loved, the thing he wanted. Yet now, although it was gone, his loyalty stood by. Her eyes brimmed, meeting his. "Same old love of a Jimmy, aren’t you? You'll take me if I need you? How darling you are! But I don't need you, Jimmy dear, and you don’t want me. In your true heart you know this. You loved what I no longer am—” ‘That’s not it. Chickie. I hate to think of you going along alone. Couldn’t I make you happy?” "No, you couldn’t, Jimmy. And I would bring you nothing but a long, aching regret. You would have in your thoughts always the thing I used to be. In the sweetest hours you would know yourself robbed. Your thought would blame me.” “You were never to blame, Chickie. The man is always to blame in a case like this. I think the fellow who could look at you and want to

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G 1 "— - "! LORIA turned toward home, kicking the walks as she went. Ry the time she reached home she was thoroughly out of temper. Dick’s roadster stood in the driveway. There was a fire burning in the living room grate. And before it, stretched out on the davenport asleep, lay Dick. Gloria tiptoed into the room and stood looking down at him. His face was flushed and he breathed quickly. Suddenly he opened his eyes. “Glory,” he said. And his voice was like that of a sick child who wants his mother. "What’s happened to you?” Gloria asked. “Nothing,” Dick answered. "I’ve had a nasty little cold for days, and it seems to have ; slipped up behind me, all of a sudden. Haven’t got lemons in the house, have we?” “I guess so.” Gloria went out Into the kitchen. Maggie was there, tearfully peeling onions. “Maggie,” her mistress said, “have we any lemons? Mr. Gregory wants one for his cold." “It’s a hot lemonade he wants," Maggie said. “As I’ve been telling him for the last hour. But nothing would he take till yourself came home. I’ll make it, and then we’ll get him into bed between blankets with a hot water bottle to his feet . . . and let him sweat the cold out of himself by morning.” She moved briskly around the kitchen as she spoke, filling the teakettle and mixing lemon juice and sugar together in a tall glass. Gloria went back to Dick. “Come upstairs,” she said. “Maggie thinks you ought to go to bed. And while you're undressing I’ll put a hot water bottle in your bed.” • • • mN fifteen minutes Dick was comfortable. Gloria turned to leave the room. She wanted to telephone the employment agency about a maid to take Maggie’s place. For she was sure that the first thing Mother Gregory would do would be to send for Maggie to come back to her. “Don’t go,” Dick said. “Stay here and talk to me.” “What is there to talk about?* Gloria asked indifferently. "Lots of things,” Dick answered. “What has my golden girl been doing all day?” “Fighting with your mother, mostly,” said Gloria with piercing sweet-

hurt you is a white livered rat!” “Ah, Jimmy, after all these years you can’t think of that time without pain, without anger, without feeling that I was frightfullly hurt —” “Could any one, Chickie? Could any one?” There came into her vision an intent face with winning eyes and a voice that said: “As you are now, I want you—dear and beautiful— ’’ A faint glow tinged her cheeks. “You see—it would always be a torture to you Yet I think it glorious that you should come and make the offer, you dear old darling. Don’t you know, Jimmy, there’s a golden Eliza waiting for you? Why don’t you look for her? As for me —I need my lovely brother more than anything else on earth.” (To Be Continued) (Copyrtrht. King Feature Syndicate) oiun breaking Out; Purify Your Blood Rlotches. eruptions, sores and sallov complexion are the usual signs of poo blood. Salves lotions and cosmetics cai not give res' relief Get at the cause you can’t have clear, healthful skin li your liver is torpid, your kidneys weak your bowels constipated and yout wholi system poisoned and run-down. Neglect can bring on rheumatism and other serious troubles. Vluna has corrected this whole condition for thousands of people. It can make you feel like anew person—vigorous, healthy, with a clear skin, a real appetite, and anew enjoyment of living. Will you give it a chance? VIUNA The vegetable regulator

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ness. Dick looked miserable. “And if you want to make a hit with me, you’ll never ask me to have anything to do with her again,” she went on bitterly. “She’s been bawling me out for not doing my own housework. I notice she keeps a maid, all right! And she had the cheek to tell me I ought to go ahead and have a whole family of children . . . when she had only one herself!” Dick stared at her thoughtfully. “She had three, you know . . . my mother.” he said at last. “The other two died. I’m sorry you rowed with her, Glory.” “That’s right, blame it all on me!” Glory replied. “It was she who started it. I was having lunch witli May Seymour and she made me leave the table and go home with her. . . and then started to tell me what a terrible woman I am. So I just got out of her darned old car. And you can do as you please about it, but I'm through with your family!” Downstairs Maggie was striking the Japanese dinner gong. It chimed like the very voice of peace and harmony. Gloria ran down to the diningroom to eat alone. • • • S' O this was marriage! Facing an evening alone L- while Dick dozed upstairs. Doing her own housework begin-

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ning tomorrow? Helping Dick get along, year after year? Losing hel looks in the meantime! . . . Why she wouldn’t he much better off than her own mother! The only difference would be that she, herself, would have a bettert house and more money to run it with. . . . roast lamb instead of stewj fresh peas instead of canned ones! Gloria pounded tho table in her anger and disappointment. . . .How life had tricked her! . , . Well, she'd get herself out of this mess, somehow! * • * The next morning Dick was better but too ill to leave the house. Gloria sat beside him while he ata breakfast before the bedroom fire. “Dicky-bird," she said with all her sweetness, "I’m going to hire a maid of our own today, dear. I want to get her used to the house before we throw our first party." "Party?" asked Dick, startled. “Now don’t say we can’t afford one, first thing," Gloria cried. I’ve figured it all out. It won’t cost much for food and cocktails and a little jazz hand. Not much over a hundred dollars . . ." Maggie appeared in the doorway. “A Miss Briggs downstairs to see you, Mr. Dick,” she said. “Mise Briggs,” Gloria repeated. "Who in the world Is Miss Briggs?” (To Be Continued)