Indianapolis Times, Volume 37, Number 100, Indianapolis, Marion County, 26 August 1925 — Page 16

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GLORIA

THE STORY SO TAR Beautiful Gloria Gordon marries Dick Gregory, a lawyer, for the money she thinks he has. Her idee, of married life Is to live in luxury and etyle, and newer to have children. After the honey-mj>on Gloria refuses point-blank t-j do any housework. Dick borrows his mother * maid. Maggie. for her. Gloria meets Stanley Way burn, an actor whom she once loved. Wayburn calls on her. Dick sees him leave. But Gloria tells him that Wayburn was only an interior decorator. Next day Dick’s mother Insists that Gloria leave a restaurant with her. when she finds her lunching- with May Seymour, a married woman, and May's lover. Jim Carewe. The senior Mrr. Gregory and Gloria have a pitched battle over this. Gloria returns home to find Dick ill. The next morning while he is sU'.l sick. . Gloria suggests a party. Maggie interrupts to tell Dick that t Miss Briggs wants to re® him. Gloria asks wdio Miss Brigg- is. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY By Beatrice Burton CHAPTER VI arrrniSS BRIGGS Is my secretary,” Dick answered. ** *1 “Please ask her to come upstairs, Maggie,” he went on. "I told her yesterday when T left that if I wasn’t able to come to the office today, she’d have to bring my mail out here this morning. Is there any kind of table around that she could use for her typerwriter?" “I Buppose she’ll have to use my spinet desk I hope she won't scratch it,” Gloria said. She was taking the ornaments and blotter from it when Miss Briggs knocked on the door. She was a small, plain woman of thirty or so. Her one good point' was her eyes. Gloria saw at a glance They were black-lashed blue ones, tired and shadowy. “How do you do, Mrs. Gregory,” she smiled when Dick introduced her to Gloria. "What a marvelous voice!" the girl thought. Miss Briggs’ voice was low and silver-sweet as a flute. She began to unpack her typewriter.

CHICKIE

The Sequel to

Bj- Elinore Mcherin "Who Is Eliza?” "I'll give you the book to read. I wish you'd And her. There are so few Jimmy3 in the world and so few ,men who keep any dream of love. Life ought to bring it gloriously to you. I wish it would. I'd like to know I didn’t spoil the sweetness for you.” She wanted to see Jimmy's face, for the profile had a grim, pathetic look. He turned his eyes to her. She thought them sad—she thought them full of sorrow. He said: "You didn’t spoil things for me, Chickie. 1 guess I knew you never cared as I did. But I would be glad if you needed me, because I loved you so—" Long after Jimmy left that evening she pondered his look and his tone. She said to herself: “Every one who ever loved me is made to buffer—every one—” She thought of him who was tall, whose face had such a vital strength —yet whose laughter was a sparkling thing. And he, too, must suffer because of her. The day of her graduation came. She was nervous, yet almost beside herself with hidden Joy. Jonathan was so pi-oud, with a tiny pink rose in his coat, and Jennie in white glo’ es and a patent leather purse, her face all beaming. Jonathan walked down the hall with Chickie afterwards, and carried her diploma as though he were the only man on earth who ever had a daughter. He whispered in her ear: "Pretty as an angel, Chickie girl, that's what you are!” Oh—that old fellow talking so, not caring who might hear. He could always put such warm fingers on Chickie’s heart. ftavid came to the exercises. He stood in the back of the hall. She caught his eyes once. He gave her a winking nod. Then he came up with his hand out. "Put It here, little nurse.” Without looking at him she murmured: "I may thank you for this, David—” "Might you. love me for it?” .Her lips trembled. There came tears to her lashes. So he laughed and bent his head down. "Thank you, sweet lady. I see that you do.” He made light of all her denials. He insisted that she take rides with him. And tonight she must because he wished to be appropriately thanked. When she persisted in her refusal, he said: "You offered to keep me still as a friend.” "But I've lost that—l knew that T had—" “Come, and I’ll he the coolest kind of a friend—please Helena.” She went. They drove to a hill where there were many trees, and the moon hung down between the branches like a gigantic diamond. David put a little box in her hand: "A token of friendship, and congratulations, my dear little girl.” It was the first gift he had ever brought. It made her tremulous and ready to cry. She couldn’t find the knot in the cord because her fingers fumbled. He snapped it with a penknife. And there was a wrist watch chaste, yet most exquisite in platinum and diamonds. She looked at it and wanted to laugh, because it was so delightful. \ “I see you like it." “But why—oh, David—l couldn’t—such a costly thing as this—” "Oh, hush with this and that—” He put it on her; he held her hand up and looked at it. Then he said: "Sweet hands!” and, bending quickly, kissed their palms. When she grew silent he said: “I may do that! A courtly right that a friend can take! Helena—what do you plan to do now—you’ll take a graduate course In surgery?” "I’ve thought of that, but now I’m not so sure." “It is the thing you must do. I’ve asked Mrs. Ellis to give you a place. I’ll be needing you—” She laughed: "Then why am I asked, since It Is all decided.” "A matter of courtesy—lady—-

Gloria had never thought of any other woman being In Dick’s life. And yet, thla Miss Briggs saw more of Dick than she herself saw of him. She was all alone with him eight or nine hours every day. In his office . . . And Gloria could tell, from the way she had looked at him when she came Into the room, that her whole life was bound up In Dick. She wondered if Dick knew It. Probably not. . . . Probably Dick didn’t want to know it. Men were not Interested In plain little women of thirty. What they wanted was the Gloria kind of girl ...the one with scented, burnished hair, skin like satin, and little useless, plnk-tlpped hands. Exquisite toys of women. . . . And she was going to go on being that kind. . . . • • • ITH sudden determination, VX/ Gloria went to the telephone and called an employment agency. "Pardon me, ma’am.” B It was the voice of Maggie behind her. Gloria wheeled sharply. “Pardon me, but if that's the Finnish employment agen<jj- you’re calling, there’s no need for It,” Maggie went on. “Mr. Dick’s mother phoned me first thing this morning and told me I was to stay on here as long as you needed me particularly as Mr. Dick was sick.” "Is that so?” Gloria dropped the receiver in her surprise. Then she put i*. back on its hook and walked into the living room. She was thinking hard. "Please come here, Maggie,” she called in a few minutes. “What would It cost to get up a midnight supper for about thirty people?" she asked when Maggie stood before her. “Chicken salad, sandwiches, French pastry and cos-

things are all decided, but you'll be asked a few questions just by way of a little attention—Ofie thing, as a friend I'd like to ask'this: Do you believe anyone has ever a right to a second marriage?” She answered astonished: "Well, of course! Why not'" "Oh—l agree with you! Now that's answered. Helena, you wrote me a letter. It was very evasive. You can’t, in justice, refuse me good reasons for the stand you are taking. I want to know why love and marriage are impossible for you." "That is easy to answer. I know that a thing will follow me through life. It has so far. It will bring unhappiness. I'm not going to allow any one else to be hurt by it. It is mine and I’m the one to bear it.” “You mean that people will talk. That won’t bother me, I’ll beat them to it. I’ll say: ‘Yes —what about it!’ What's your next reason. Please, won't you talk. Helena? Surely I have a right to know.” "There might be other besides just two. I might marry and have a child. When this child was grown someone might tell It of its mother and this terrible thing in her life. You know how a young girl, for instance, would be hurt by tnat — how she might even turn from me—" "No, she won’t, Helena. I’ll answer for the girl. Give her a problem, If you like; I’ll give her ways to meet it. And our youngsters, please God, as Mrs. Toomey says, won’t be such narrow little prigs. I’ll train tnem better. I’ll give them courage to stand the gaff of life. You see, sweet lady, you won’t have all to say about them. "Why, by the same token you might as well refuse to marry because our children might get the measles or because you might die and leave them motherless, or I might, have my hands smashed—then they’d get no bread. You could pick out a thousand problems more grave tlian ours—don’t pull your hands away—l said ‘ours’—didn’t you hear? When my mother died it was a bitter grief. I though then no one had the right to have a child knowing that it could suffer so. But that’s foolish and weak.” "You were so young when your mother died—” "Seventeen—almost ready for college. What made you think I was so young?" “I thought your aunt raised you.” “Raised me! What in the world gave you that Inspiration? Did she tell you that? Raised me! She stuck

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fee. And how much help would you need to serve such a supper?” “Oh, I wouldn't want to be bothered having any hired help around,” Maggie said with fine scorn. "Let’s see. If I make the pastry myself, I think we could do It for about $30.” “Well. I'm thinking of having a little party next Friday night,” Gloria told her. "So go ahead and make your plans.” ) She spent the rest of the morning at the telephone. She ordered six dozen pink roses, and as many daffodils. She call°d up May Seymour to ask her the u.<me of the jazz orchestra she bad nad at her New Year party last year. “What do you think you're tearing off—a regular party?” May asked slangily. “Wefl, you want to remember one thing when you're getting your crowd together. . . . Any party is absolute zero In entertainment to me unless Jim Carewe is there. Get me, dearie?” “I do,” Glory answered. “I’ll ball him right up and Invite him.” She did. • • • HE wondered whether she ought to ask Lola and Bill i___| Hough. Bill was a good mixer and heaps of fun. of course. But Lola was such a frump. She wasn’t pretty any more. . . . She wouldn’t take a coekfiUl. . Besides, she watched Bill like a cat for fear he might happen to have a little fun. And she would telephone her house two or three times during the evening to see if the children were all right . . . and bore everybody to death telling what cute things they said and did! No. Gloria made up her mind not to ask the Houghs to her party. • • • As she started up the -stairs to Dick'S room, Gloria heard Miss Briggs coming down. "Work all done?” Gloria asked

her face around for about a month and made things generally disagreeable—then I left for college—if that’s raising me! "What I mean to say Is this, Helena—you can’t remove the hazards from life, nor the pains. The best you can do is to fit a child to meet them. Cah't you do that?” She ran her hand up. trying to hide her face, for she could not hold the tears. He took her hand away. ‘You know that you can. And. Helena, why don’t you think of me as well as of the children?" He saw the little movements on the lips that were so sweet; he would have kissed them, but she shook her head. “I am thinking of you, David. I see clearly, but your eyes are blinded with your feelings. This will not always be. Oh, you will come to see It coolly—” And when he put his arms about her she held herself quiet and grave against him. It was like this many times In ‘he weeks that followed. He grew restless, then anxious. Perhaps he was mistaken —she didn't care for him —but he shoved this thought Impetuously aside. One afternoon his aunt’s stepdaughter, Dulcie Hartwick, the girl they had picked <ut Asa proper mate for him, came to the office. Dulcie was giving a birthday party. Dear David must come. Such awfully interesting people would be there—even Marsha Newlands—"And you know she loves you, David, almost ns much as I do.” He was about to refbse when he caught a name from the stream of Dulcie’s babbling. “Lovely Mrs. Dunne? Who may that be?” “You know her. She used to be Ila Moore.” “Oh—that fair girl! I’ve seen her lately.” * “She married an awfully pleasant chop—Barry Dunne—a lawyer—” “Will he he there?” “Os course.” He became excPed with a sudden desire to f;ee this fellow—measure himself against him—give him the eye- He said abruptly: “I’ll come."

CHAPTER LXXXVII Vindication. SHE DINNER was half over when the bomb was flung. David sat near the head of the table at Dulcie’s right. He was Inwardly burning with excitement and scarcely ate. Dulde raised her glass to his lips and with her studied cutenesr. coaxed him, but he did not drink at all. He watched a man who sat almost directly across from him—fellow with a beautifully sculptered head; mouth sensitive and grim—the man Helena had loved. Then David noticed that Barry Dunne, after a first glance, kept his face averted. This added to his fevered unrest. It seemed that the man knew of his interest and feared it. The fellow had a suffering look in his eyes. The conversation went fitfully. Glasses clinked. Some of the very young girls became flushed and laughed at the slightest comment. Gladys Ross twined her arm In her partner’s. Her cheeks were brightly stained. She began to talk. The comments became more and more personal. Others added to them. “Oh, Alice Payton getting a divorce! About time, Isn’t it?” “And did you see Claire Royce Some Chauffeur she has now!” Laura Manning’s name came up. Was that patched up? Who had some new hop—? —Laura has taken a job—can you imagine It? Art department at Ayres. Suddenly from the opposite end of the table came this: "A hot one about Jake, wasn’t it? Thirty thousand dollars! Wonder who the fair one is—some long lost child of Jake's perhaps?”

GLORIA ARRANGES A PARTY AT HER HOME, INVITING AMONG OTHERS HER OLD FRIEND STANLEY WAYBURN.

gaily. Bhe was happy now that she knew she was going to have her party. Everyone had accepted.... even to the Gails, the most highbrow of Dick’s high-brow friends. The Gails went to Eu-ope every year* sir two, and Myra Gail spoke of the Avenue de l’Opera as if It were Main Street. Gloria went to the door to say goodby to Miss Briggs. As she watched her go down the street, she remembered the day she had

Dr. Ramm is invited to a dinner at which Barry Dunne will be present.

"Child!” Then a mocking laugtu "Why, it’s Helena Bryce.” "What! The girl mixed up In-all that scandal that time—” A buzzing—what scandal—oh, her —? Why, yes—the very one! David felt the blood pound to his temples. He saw a whiteness on the face of Barry Dunne—saw his mouth draw so that the teeth marks showed saw- him raise his glass quickly and drain It. Far down the table he recognized Janina Knowles—her dark, striking face hard with anger. She had half risen and seemed about to speak when someone asked: “But really now. why do you suppose Jake did that?" A soft, deep voice answered with a careless laugh: “Oh, I dare say Jake had his reasons for leaving half his fortune to Miss Bryce." David looked along the line of faces into the placid eyes of Ila Moore, for it was she who had spoken. He said: “Yes, Mrs. Dunne. Jake had good reasons for leaving the money to Miss Bryce. I attended Jake w r hen he died. I understand he left her the money to open a home for fatherless children. Miss Bryce is Interested in some such scheme. I believe.’' He had folded his arms and was now smiling and glancing quietly from one to another. A streak of scarlet ran along Ila’* neck. She said in a strained, high voice: How very noble she has become!” Someone laughed: 'Well may she open a home for the fatherless! Her kind can fill It!” The smile vanished from David's face. He looked at a vacuous blond girl about 26. This was Frederica Moll—a thin, elongated creature who leaned vampishly on the table and smoked. Her extremely low cut gown gaped. It was she who laughed. David said loudly: “Her kind. Miss Moll? What do you mean by that?” * Immediately a tenseness girded the table. Emily Burdell *iat erect and white as a corpse. Fredericka slghedr “Oh, tell him someone! Perhaps he doesn’t know the sweet young thing has cause to he Interested. She once had a child!" David perceived that no one con-

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Miss Briggs

wahrhed Stanley Wayburn walk swiftly aw’ay. She laughed.... She would ask iStan to her party! • • * /■, HE telephoned his family hotel. I. • "This is Gloria Gregory,” said softly when she heard his voice at the other end of thej wire. “I'm having a few friends in Friday night, and I want you to come. Will you?” ' J neeted Barry Dunne with Helena—and that Pulcie, from the way she was tittering didn’t guess this relation. He said In a very calm, easy tone: “Yes—l know that. Miss MoN* What of it? Your mother had a child — I my mother had a child —” j Attention drew to a whtte-hot point of anger. He caught a look from Janlna Ivnowlts, like a shout of admiration. But other eyes were Indignant and challenging. A man said: “Rather liberal, aren't you. Dr. Ramm? There's rather a difference, isn’t there, between the children born in marriage and out of It?” "Ordinarily, yes. Rut In some cases I believe the only difference may be that the girl loved a man Incapable of appreciating her lova and the obligation his acceptance of it entails." He did not look at Barry Dunne —but he he could see the fine hands gripped about the glass. •He spoge In an Impersonal way as though the general aspect of the question Interested him. “The girl gives to the man in trust. Their relation Is tantamount to a marriage. The gUI may very well be of a line and unusual type. The tragedy of her ease is not that she gives, but that the man fails." "Is Miss Bryce such a case. Dr. Ranim? Here's to her, then!" Frederlcka raised her glass with an impudent laugh, and, leaning acYoss the table, waited for David to raise his. He seemed to grow suddenly tall and rigid. He reached over ajtd took the glass from Frederlcka'e hand, setting It coldly In the center of the "Yes. Miss Bryce is such a type!” Ills eyes had lost their studied quiet—they were now blazing—some one gave a tittering laugh, asking in a high voice: "How do you know, Davey! Ah, there! Ah, there!” “Miss Bryce Is a nurse in the hospital. I know her very well. I've worked with her now for several years on all kinds of eases. I can assure you, that every one who knows her speaks in the highest terms. When I need a nurse willing to sacrifice herself at all times—to forget that she needs to sleep or eat —I call on Helena Bryce.” Emily Burdell pushed her chair—then a glass clinked against a plate —a thin trickle of wine went redly over the white cloth. David saw that It came from the glass of Barry Dunne. He took his napkin and mopped It. Barry's eyes followed the motion of David’s hand—there was no hlood In his cheeks—(To Be Continued.) (Copyright. Kins: Feature Syndicate!

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There was silence for a long minute. "You know I couldn't get there until after the show...*.” Stan's voice replied. “I'll expect you about half-past eleven, then. Don't forget,” Gloria said. She thrilled w : th excitement as she ran upstairs to Dick. "Hurrah!” she cried, opening the door of their room. “Everybody can wme! And I’ve got everything ordered for Friday night, even the jazz band! Oh, It’s going to be a knockout of a party...'." “Do you mean to say gone ahead and asked people here for a party Friday night!” Dick exclaimed. “Why. you don't even know that I won't be in bed with pneumonia by then. I'm as sick as a dog, now. Ask Maggie to make me some more hot lemonade, will you? I'm going to take a hot bath and go hack to bed.” • • • "| ICK was much better Friday night. >— “I want you to go down in the kitchen as soon as you’re dressed and fix the punch, darling.” Gloria lilted. "The pineapple juice and all the rest of the things for it are ready In big crocks In the pantry. And the washtub is on the floor In the corner. ...” “What do you mean, washtub?" Dick asked, battling with his shirt ituds. “That's what we’re going to make the punch in." his wife laughed. “This isn’t going .to be a Sunday school festival, sweetie peach. It's going to be a real party with a kick in it! And 1 want the punch to 'be one-third fruit juice and twothirds gin. Now remember!” Dick didn't say a word. His wife had just come into his range of vision. He. had never seen anyone so beautiful in all his life. He was sure no one else ever had either! Gloria was all in white that floated around her as she walked across the bedroom. There were strands of pearls around her neck, and bracelets of them on her arms. “You look like a snow-queen," Dick told her. “Remember the Snow Queen in Andersen's fairy tales?” “Well, then, don't touch me!” Gloria put up one rosy palm as he came toward her. "I'm made of ice and I'll freeze you to death . . But Dick had her to hts arms. "Oh, Dick, leave me alone!” she Bunionsari Quick relief from pain. Prevent shoe pressure. jaLj if I At drug and shoe jioreieveryu here Half* DzScholl's irgmrt Xino-pads For Furniture— Snappy Lunch Service for Busy Men State Life Lunch STATE LIFE BLOfo WET WASH WITH THE FLAT WORK Neatly Ironed and Folded Family Wash Laundry 831-37 E. Wash. LI. 7338,

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