Indianapolis Times, Volume 37, Number 188, Indianapolis, Marion County, 8 December 1925 — Page 12

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Beautiful JOANNA MANNERS, a New York clerk, is advised by MR. GRAYDON that someone whose identity she is not to know has deposited SI .000.000 for her in ANDREW EGGLESTONS bank. Joanna offers to share her fortune with JOHN WILMORE. her fiance, but he Is determined to earn his own way as an architect. At a brilliant social affair, wealthy FRANCIS BRANDON. the banker's nephew, introduces her to YVONNE COUTANT. society divorcee, whose'partner. RODDY KENILWORTH, rich, romantic idler, admits ho will try his hand for Joanna. He knows Brandon is the one thins Yvonne desires that she hasn’t sot. In Effgleston’s library hangs a large old painting of a girl who resembles Joanna. A year of frovolity passes with Yvonne at Villa Amette in France and and still Joanna has not last her heart to any of her admirers—not even PRINCE MICHAEL. John, who has become a celebrity, arrives in France While Brandon inspects the structures being erected for Joanna’s forthcoming festivity, he confesses he cares for her. but has been waiting for her to find herself. LADY BETTY WEYMOUTH asks Joanna to give up her brother, LORD DORMINSTER. Asa result of Yvonne’s efforts. John becomes ardently devoted to her arid hreakß his engagement with Joanna. She is heartbroken. Though a heavy mist fills the air. she arranges to go with Kenilworth to a resort at the top of La Turbie mountain. Brandon hears and determines to follow. A sudden resolve arises in Yvonne's thoughts when she learns of this.

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By H. L. Gates CHAPTER XXXI The Challenge EWO cars crept upwards along the tortuous road that climbed the mountain. Kenilworth’s red roadster, with its master at the wheel and Joanna settled snugly beside him In the single seat, glided silently from the streets of Monte Carlo into the shrub-lined avenue that narrowed gradually until it became barely more than a path sloping sharply toward the summit of the hill. Ahead of them, Brandon, muffled in tweeds, covered by a black domino, sat beside an evil, heavy-Jowled Monegasque, who steered a much larger car than Kenilworth’s. The purple mist, hued vaguely now that the twilight had gone, blotted out the lights of town and villa, which on moonlight nights make this road up La Turbie one of the most'beautiful drives of Europe. “One who climbs the hill tonight, Master, must have a steady nerve and a purpose,” said the Monegasque, who guided the car in which Brandon rode. “If the purpose is worthy of the nerve, the effort is worth while,”

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Brandon returned. “One man’s object Is a woman, another's may be gold. I Imagine your nerve would not fall you In either case.” When Antoine had mode a turn with a sureness and a knowledge of tho bank which stamped him as familiar with the road he followed, he observed: “There are few women In your world, Master, for whom I’d take myself or my men into danger. Your women are playthings. That’s why we don’t let our’s Imitate them.” The lamps of Kenilworth's roadster suddenly revealed another car picking Its way slowly Just ahead. Almost at the same moment a dlsoof pale yellow light shone through the mist to be immediately wiped away by the gray mass of cloudUke atmosphere. “What was that?” Joanna asked. “The lighthouse at La Turbie village,” he replied. “Queer necessity, isn’t It? A light house to warn travelers on a mountain road!” While tho dim radiance cast Its sickly illumination over them Kenilworth examined the girl who sat so close beside him. He saw that her white throat, on which a single great red ruby hung, was glistening in the dampness against the contrast of her hair and the black of the gown she had chosen to wear. She had thrown back her head. Her wrap, of some plain clinging stuff, softened at the collar with a ripple of chinchilla, lay open. Kenilworth felt for the bank with his front wheels and brought the roadster to a stop. He reached over and gently drew the wrap together, bundling Its collar close about the girl’s neck. “It’s a treacherous atmosphere.” he admonished her. "One can never foretell Its next day’s consequences.” "Consequences are uncertain things to make into a prophecy, aren’t they?” she asked. He studied her a moment, peering at her through the fog. He saw the vague shadows lurking in her eyes, shadows that came and then evaporated as if they were fugitives of the mist that had reached a haven of brown depths. “Are you wondering,” he asked, “what is to be the outcome of—well, of your invitation to a battle between us tonight? If you are, it is useless. There will be one thing or

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-another; Joyful, glorious, restful, beautiful; or, so far as I am concerned, empty, and, in that event, meaningless to you.” • • • S-'l HE was silent, motionless, for a time. Then: “How are we i____ going about it, Ruddy? You are to tell me that you love me, want me, and recite all those rituals of adoration for which you are distinguished. That much, of course. I am to measure you and measure myself. That will be the obvious program. But there must be some new notes. What shall it be?” He guided the car back into the road, satisfied that the bigger car that had been ahead of them would have gone a safe distance beyond. “You are, in yourself, the one overwhelming new note,” he declared then. “You and the whim of you to throw your colors at my feet and challenge me to fasten them to my shield—if I can. I’ve never experienced that before, from a woman. They’ve done it, of course, but they thought they were furtive about it.” “T don’t believe in being furtive,” she returned. “It used to be the fashion, and the custom, I know. But what’s the use? Any woman always knows what another woman thinks. And every man knows what his brother wants. They pretty well know what they think about each other —every woman and every man. So much has gone wrong in the world, it seems to me, because people have always tried to make a mystery and a game out of the plain and commonplace. It's more fun to be honest. If a girl builds a wall around herself she always leaves an opening that she can peek through. That’s the breach through which a man may conquer her, if she's weak. So why have the wall? I think It’s better to stand *out in the open—better for the girl, I mean. She can see what's coming at her, then, and be ready for It” "So you have decided to put your aims down and tell me I may have whatever I can win? Just why, if its not asking an advantage, have you chosen me?” As was her way, at times, she considered this quietly. He waited, apparently Intent upon keeping his

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car safely away from the ledge at the outer side of the road. At last she answered him: “It’s because you’re straight. Roddy. Straight, according to your standards. You’ve never fooled me, nor concealed your desire of me since that night at Yvonne’s, back in New York, when I asked you to wipe John’s accusing kiss from my lips with a warmer one from yours. I knew enough then, thanks to what I’d learned of men, to realize by the feel of your arms that you would be determined to hang me up, if you could, ivith your other trophies—as you would any woman who’d make herself Interesting to you. And you’ve never tried to deceive ma. You’ve even amused me, tremendously. Now I’m wondering if, after all, I haven’t been deceiving myself.” She paused but Kenilworth did not speak. He thought she would go on, and presently she did. “John has done a big thing. When his opportunity came to him he went up. up like we are going now, through the mist, straight toward the end of a beautiful rainbow. He tells me I've been just a fizzle —and I suppose he’s right. His pride and his triumph doesn’t fit in with his loving me because, he sayß, I’ve wasted my time gliding the clouds with tinsel. Betty Weymouth is convinced I’m not worthy of Teddy Dorminster who's not like you, Roddy, because he wants to marry m. I suppose I’m not worthy of Whoever it was who gave me my money, for he has never revealed himself. So it may be tJhat I’m worth only the kind of thinfe you've been wanting to give me—the sort of thing you gave Yvonne. “When I was twenty-seven of the silks I was what I thought it was smart to be—bold enough to let everybody know I was a girl, that I enjoyed being a girl, unashamed to take everything I dared accept out of unfettered girlhood. Perhaps short skirts and scarlet lips and too much knowledge of things as they really are does spoil a girl Inside as much as some people say they do outside. Go ahead, Roddy, and find out for me. I'll fight you like the devil, but I want to know if you and what you represent can

win; If you do, John wins; Betty Weymouth wins; everybody wins!” 1 HEN she finished she pu’ her Vw hand against Kenilworth’s coat. He felt it slipping Into his coat pocket and resting there. When he would have spoken he realized that a long time had passed; that he had been holdjng himself stiffly, trying to absorb the feel of the hand that snuggled In his pocket and determine whether it rested quietly, or trembled. As the red car felt its way upward the mist became less oppressive. Twice the lamps outlined the car ahead with a suddenness that would have unstrung the nerves of most motorists, but Kenilworth was a nerveless driver, and Joanna seemed oblivious to every danger. At times when the man beside her was particularly intent upon his wheel and his thoughts concentrated upon some bend in the road, she studied his face slyly. They paused for a minute at the village of La Turbie. Across a gorge the lights in the windows of a villa were pinpricks of red Are where on a clear night, there would have been a brilliant blaze. The atmosphere had become scented. Joanna wondered if the mist were not evaporating after all. “Possibly,” Kenilworth commented, “or it may still be rising from below. We’ll know by midnight.” When they slid out of the village they passed „the car that had been ahead of them. It had stopped before a crumbling hut at the edger of the little town, where the road began again its sharp upward twisting Both Kenilworth and Joanna looked into It curiously. They saw that whoever had been at the wheel had left it to go into the hut, probably. The other figure was too muffled to he recognized. They reached the plateau at the top of the mountain at last, and drew up before the club house. It’s cheerful lights, glowing an unnatural red, made faint shadows in the open yard. Strains of mellow music floated through closed doors, inviting newcomers to make the most of whatever sort of romance had brought them there.

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"We’ll leave the car near the road,” Kenilworth announced. “We may have to make a dash for it If the mist becomes too thick.” Joanna slipped to the ground and stood close to the car. Kenilworth stood beside her while he drew off his overcoat, revealing his domino of shining white satin. It is a fiction at the mountain-top club house that one must mask, so that all who go there may be assured of their anonymity—if they require it. Joanna produced from a pocket of her wrap her soft black mask, a strip of thin velvet that barely reached the tip of her nose, with two almond shaped slits for her eyes. Thin silver cords, to be concealed and fastened in her hair, dangled from either tip of the mask. She held up her face to Kenilworth in mute invitation for him to fix the taunting strip of velvet In Its place before they should enter the house. Her warm breath, escaping partly opened lips, fanned him gently. She smiled up at him, half drowsily, as if the faint melodies of passion that came out from the dance floor had lulled her senses into a yielding tenderness. Careless of the tang of damp cold she allowed her wrap to fall back and bare the throat that seemed to blend into the silver sheen of the ghostly moonlight. Twin lights of another car—they recognized it as the one they had left down the road —swung into the yard. The lustre of the lamps flared suddenly bright and, for an instant, enveloped them In their mist-dimmed glow. Kenilworth’s fingers lingered at their task of fixing the silver cord. His fingers quivered when the short, gold brown strands of hair slid among them. Joanna moved closer to him and rested her hand lightly on. his arm. When he let his fingers relax, that the night breeze might blow her hair about them he stared Into her eyes and fancied that they had widened and that a circle of black had formed about the shimmering Iris in each of them. Then he caught her in a fevered clasp. She did not draw away, but reached up and drew down his head until she could frame his face with ber_ two hands. Then she let him rest his lips on hers.

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When he let her go because he dared hold her no longer, and because couples who had come out Into the yard were stopping to glance curiously at them, Joanna laughed, the rippling laugh that might be irritating as well as musical, and said to him while he fixed his own mask: "You see, Roddy, the wall’s clear down. I’m In the open and I’m fighting fair!” When they disappeared across the clubhouse veranda and through the doors which had beep opened to them by the red-coated attendant, one of the two men, who had sat silently in their seats in the other car, descended. To the one who remained at the wheel this one said: "Back around between the red car and the gate, so you can get out first if there’s a rush for the road at any time.” "It is getting thick, and moist. Master," the One at the wheel grumbled. In the voice of Antoine. “In another two hours we won’t be able to see the wheels and all there’ll be between us and eternity, on the road down there, will be the brakes.” “Then your men will have less fear of being recognized, and so will you,” the other retorted, “That pleases you, doesn’t It?” While Antoine muttered unintelligibly, Brandon threw his coat into the car and fixed his mask carefully. He did not go at once into the house, but loitered on the veranda, smoking. When he had finished his cigaret he tapped on the door, and was admitted. The orchestra was playing a fox trot in languid rhythm, and the floor was thronged with couples whose moods the musicians knew so well how to Interpret. Brandon surveyed the dancers with searching glances. Then he looked among the tables. Suddenly his eyes found a slender figure in black, with gold brown hair, at a table half-hidden behind the potted palms that shut off a corner of the balcony that overhung the dance floor. He appeared to be satisfied, then, and dropped into a place at an unreserved table, and ordered a liqueur. (Copyright, 1925, H. L. Gates) (To Be Continued)