Indianapolis Times, Volume 39, Number 154, Indianapolis, Marion County, 5 November 1927 — Page 16

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BEGIN HERE TODAY When Diana Farwell’s mother overhears talk of love between her daughter ixd her “boy friend.” Louis Nelson, she is fearful that she will “go wrong” like her sister, Vivian, who ran away from home four years ago. She takes Diana to task in puritanical fashion. Mrs. Farwell favors an older man, Arthur Vane, a prominent San Francisco lawyer and an old friend of the family. Louis is insanely jealous when he finds out that Arthur Vane has called on Diana and rushes to see her. Frequent Suarrels ensue between them. One night Irs. Farwell finds Diana and Arthur in each other's arms and an explanation seems in order. They then announce their engagement. Louis, unable to stand the tension of Diana's new status, calls at her home and is ordered out of the house by her mother. Later Diana breaks her engagement because both her mother and her fiance seem to treat her like £ child. She asks Louis to elope with er. but he refuses. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY

CHAPTER IX -iIANA went to the telephone || slowly. V “Yes?" “I want to see you, Diana. Will you wait there until I come?" “I suppose so,” she agreed indifferently. She was so furious at Louis that she felt no interest In anything else. When she returned to the library, rather self-consciously, Marion rose. “Don’t go,” Diana insisted. “Arthur is coming for me. And Louis and I have nothing more to say.” “Perhaps you haven’t,” Louis added, grimly. “But I have if you don’t mind, Marion.” “Certainly not.” Marion flounced out, closing the door. Once more they were alone. Uut now Diana was her old self. Untouchable as the moon!—She drew her slender figure to its full height. “Well?” “Please don’t take that attitude, Diana. You’d be the first one to regret, it if we did run away." “Let’s not discuss it.” “You persists in misunderstanding me,” he cried, eagerly. “I want to marry you. Nothing else in the world would mean so much.” “Yes, you’ve proved that.” 'Why is it that we can’t be together without quarreling? I love you. There is no other girl in the world I love, but you make me SO MAD.” “Well, T shan’t from now on,” Diana replied, icily. “You go ahead and make love to Marion. She’ll believe everything you tell her and she will always agree with you.” “She is a loyal little pal.” “Os course she is. And no doubt she will be glad to wait for you years and years.” “Oh, darling, you know I don’t want anyone, but you ...” She drew away from him, haughtily. No man would have dared to touch her then. Louis’ arms dropped. Without interference Diana passed, proudly, from the door. Arthur was waiting. They walked down the street feeling anything but lovers, yet greeted as such from every side. “I suppose,” he began, “that you wonder what I have to say to you?” “Not particularly.” ‘Don’t be catty. It isn’t your line.” “I haven’t a line,” she denied, furiously. “Well, be that as it may,” retorted Arthur, with obvious patience, “I have some things to say and I am saying them very seriously.” She glanced at him, half shyly. His calm, matter-of-fact manner, in the face of her rudeness, won her reluctant respect. “I’m sorry,” she said, impulsively. “Are you, really? That helps. Because I won’t deny I’ve been rather badly hurt today. Not by the things your mother told me,” he added quickly, “but by the attitude you have so surprisingly taken. “I came back summoned by an Incoherent appeal, which I confess I am unable to understand. Older people are apt to take things to heart more than we realize. With all respect to your mother, Diana, I feel, that she is a making a mountain out of a mole-hill.” “Louis did come,” she explained, suddenly eager to reinstate herself in his good opinion. “He did make love to me, although I had promised mother I would never let him again But honestly, it was all so quick...” “My dear, don’t apologize to ME. Do you think I don’t trust you?” At this further evidence of his faith all the bitterness in her heart melted. She put her hand, pleadingly on his arm. “But, Arthur,” she admitted, ”1 tent for Louis this afternoon after I went to Marion’s.” “You sent for HIM? Why?” “I really don’t know. Except that I was so hurt and furious. I felt that you and mother were trying to discipline me.” “You are very unfair. Nothing was further from my mind.” “I can see I was wrong now. But then my one idea was to hurt both of you and run away.” “Run away?” Yes. When Louis came,” continued the girl, evidently thrilled by her own escapade, “I asked him to kiss me.” ‘Which he did, of course.” “Yes, he did.” “You have already said, I believe, that it was not the first time.” Arthur’s voice was not so pleasant. Diana had an uneasy sensation of having waded in beyond her depth. “Well, no! But it was the first time since I have been engaged to you. He kissed me once or twice last summer. “I see,” said Arthur. Diana floundered on. “After mother had told me how disgusting it all was I didn’t want to see Louis any more. I was pretty sure he would expect to go on kissing me. Arthur responded Oh, dear!—she certainly was disturbed by that tone. It was one he had never taken with her before. She felt that she could explain no further. “That’s all, I guess.” ,“Now, let me be sure Tm getting this straight. After breaking your engagement with me this afternoon you called Louis to meet you at this mutual friend’s and asked him to

kiss you, which he did. Then you suggested to him that you run away?” She nodded, painfully. It sounded so dreadfully cheap and common put that way. She had made a plain fool of herself, but at least she would be honest about it. -“And what did he say?” “He said he wouldn’t do it. He was too proud to elope without any money of his own.” “I perceive that the young man is not without sense.” “I hate him!” she flared. “Oh, come, Diana! If he had agreed you’d be preparing to elope with him right now.” “I don’t believe I would. If he had agreed, I probably would not have gone.” “I wish to God I were sure of that,” Arthur Vane said, bluntly. “Because as the thing stands I don’t know that I want you to marry me now.” Color swept to the roots of the girl’s hair. “No one is asking YOU to marry me. Our engagement Is off.” “Don’t be such a kid,” the man returned, wearily. “Marriage is not a light affair. I am trying to get to the root of this thing as best I can. To see why you are so quick to change your mind.” He added, “You see, I imagined you really cared for me. Even after your outburst this afternoon.” “I do.” Arthur frowned. “You have a queer way of showing it.” “It isn’t,” he Insisted, “your sending for this boy or even the fact that you kissed him. But to suggest that you run away ...” Diana, now really repentant, slid one hand down his arm. “Oh, Arthur,” she wailed, “it sounds terrible when you put it that way. I don’t blame you for being disgusted. If I were you I’d go right away and not waste any more time with a girl as silly as I am.” He looked at her, keenly. “Making fun of me?” “No! I’m sorry. • But of course being sorry doesn’t change what I have done.” They had reached her door. Arthur, perplexed and dubious; Diana in her most wistful mood. “Will you come in and get your ring?” “No!” “But if we aren’t going to be engaged any more ...” “You said you didn’t want to be.” “I know. Sometimes I’m afraid I don’t know my own mind.” “Better to find it out now than after we are married.” “But Arthur, I do love you. Truly I do. I don’t know why I’ve been so foolish.” But he shook his head. “I’m afraid you’ve been playing with me, Diana. I don’t want you to marry me unless you really care.” He turned away. “Are you going back to San Francisco?” “No, I am on my way East.” “And you aren’t going to see me any more?” “I think not!” She held out a cold, little hand. “Well,good-by . . .” Inside the house she crept to her room to lock her door and meditate on the mistake she had made. If only she had waited and not rushed to Marion’s in the afternoon. Arthur would have come and explained and everything would have been forgiven on both sides. She took out the painting of her father and gazed at it through tears of regret. Were there wild impulses, like little devils, which drove one to hasty action? Which had, perhaps, influenced Vivian? She knew now that the last thing in the world she wanted was to run away with Louis. Yet why shouldn’t Arthur distrust her? She had admitted planning it. Far the first time in her life she had asserted herself and had immediately gotten in bad. Was it not a. warning to retreat to the familiar direction of her mother? Or to Arthur’s arms? But he did not want her now. Elizabeth was shut in her room. Lucy was preparing dinner to the accompaniment of her mournful songs. Diana slipped to the telephone in the lower hall and, cautiously, called the hotel. “Arthur,” she said, when he had answered, “Won’t you please come back?” “Are you sure you want me to, Diana?” “Yes.” She replaced the receiver with trembling hands. . . . CHAPTER X mT was a chastened Diana who rose to greet her lover. Elizabeth had not appeared for dinner. The girl had eaten alone, forcing the food down her dry throat. Afterward she had dressed, telling herself it was the most important occasion of her life. Supposing Arthur should “scorn” her? The uncertainty of his response to her advances was both exciting and alarming. Because if he didn’t respond what in the world would she do?

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He smiled when he entered, which helped a great deal. “Do you think we ean improve the situatiorf by another conference?” he asked. “I don’t know. Sit over here, where you’ll be comfortable. Don’t you want to smoke?” They sat in silence for some moments. Both were at a loss as to how to begin. He said, finally, “Why did you send for me?” “Because I couldn’t bear to have you leave thinking me a silly fool.” “I don’t think that. But supposing we were married and you should feel as you did today?” “If we were married everything would be different.” “Why? Dispositions and temperaments don’t change overnight.” “But we would be living in San Francisco and mother wouldn’t be there.” She added, hastily, “Not that I don’t love my mother. But she does make things difficult sometimes.” “You think we should get along better by ourselves?” “I’m sure of it,” Diana admitted, frankly. “When we are all together I feel that you two are plotting against me.” “Do you know,” Arthur reflected, “there a streak of the dramatic in you?” She was all aflutter. . . . “Do you really think so? Do you think I might become an actress?” “I hope you haven’t any desire to become one.” * Almost forgetting her present role, she cried, truthfully, “I’d rather be an actress than anything in the world. But, of course, there’s no chance. ...” “Absolutely no, If you marry me.” “Not anyway, Arthur. Mother would ‘rather see me in my grave’.” Voice and words were so patently an Imitation that Arthur laughed. Then he crossed the room to the dainty little figure, so ridiculously "unreasonable” but so adorably fresh and unspoiled. “Diana, do you really think you love me?” “I certainly do. In my own way.” "What way is that, sweetheart?” “Oh,” she faltered, “I like to think about our being married. Telling each other things and doing things together ...” He caught her to him with a wave of longing. "I won’t give you up. Say you love me. Promise you won’t be sorry.” "I’m sure I won’t be sorry.” "I don’t know. Sometimes I am afraid you don’t realize what you’re doing.” “But I do,” she insisted, confidently. “And I’m so sorry to have caused so much trouble. If mother writes you again . . .” “Mother isn’t going to write again, Diana. Because if we go on with this you are going East with me as my wife.”' This took her breath away. “But Arthur . . .” “Absolutely. I’ve given you too much rope. You've been trifling with me. But if you are really sincere you’ll marry me at once.” “Yoy mean ...” “In a week. I can arrange to The help-yourself plan of a cafeteria enables the finest of foods at “odd penny prices” to be served at White*s Cafeteria “On the Circle

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wait that long. But when I leave you’re going with me.” “What will mother say.” “Leave that to me. Didn’t you suggest running away with the other fellow? What would she have said then?” “This is different,” she wailed. “I wanted my wedding to you to be a regular wedding.” “Bridesmaids, ropes or ribbon, ushers, and so forth, I suppose.” “Os course!” “Well,” Arthur said, decisively. “Make it any kind of a wedding your heart desires, but our reservations are to be made for a week from today.” She gazed at him, wistfully, yet with anew respect. “So you are going to force me to marry you, after all?” "Not in the least, but I’m taking no further chances. You’ve broken our engagement, thrown my ring in my face, kissed a little playmate, and suggested running away with him, all in the last twelve hours. "If you mean what thsoe actions would imply I am done. But if you don’t—if it was merely the reaction of a rather high-strung, dramatic temperament—then you’ll marry me when I say.” He paused and there was no smile on his face. “What do you say, Diana? Which do you choose?” She slipped her hand into his. “I think I love you more for being so positive about it,’’ she whispered. “I’ll marry you now.” He drew her close to him. "Sweetheart, you’ll never be sorry. I’ll be so gtXjd to j t ou. I’ll make you so happy ...” She snuggled comfortably against his rough, tobacco-fragrant, shoulder. “Oh, I’m sure you will, darling. I’m not one bit afraid . . . Who’s going to tell mother?” In the end It was Diana who tiptoed upstairs to Elizabeth’s door.

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"Mother,” she called, "will you please come downstairs for a moment? Arthur and I have something to tell you.” Elizabeth assented in the depressed voice a woman uses after hours of weeping over the indiscretions of her family. She came down, palely pathetic in her black dress. There were circles under her blue, tearwashed eyes. Her lips smiled, but uncertainly as if it still motivated by sobs. “You wished to see me?” she asked, almost formally. “If it is at all possible,” Arthur explained, “Diana and I wish to be married at once.” In spite of an overwhelming sense of relief, Elizabeth did not approve of a sudden wedding. “We couldn’t have our invitations engraved in a week,” she objected. “We don’t need invitations, mother. Let us have a simple home wedding. No fuss or feathers ...” “But, Diana, you must have a wedding gown. I want you to wear a veil.” “Couldn’t that be managed?” Arthur nodded. “You see I am on my way East. That is excuse enough for our hastening things.” The news braced Elizabeth like a cold shower. “Let’s see,” she pondered. “Get me a pencil, Diana. We’ll put down the names of the very few dear friends we will want to invite.”

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Once more Diana was in favor with God and her mother! Not an engaged girl only, but almost a bride! The news of her wedding flew like little white doves from house to house. ‘Diana Farwell is to be married next week! Arthur is going East and wants to take her with him!” Only two persons in town doubted the truth of this statement. Marion Graham suspected that some mysterious pressure was being brought to bear upon her friend. Louis suspected everything. He endured it as long as he could, then he called the Farwell home, determined to “hang up” if Diana did not answer. But It was her own dear voice that came to him. “The poor darling!” He had driven her to this. “Diana,” he stammered, “is there any possible way I can see you? I will meet you anywhere ...” “Oh, no!” she avoided using his name. “I’m afraid not There nothing more to be said.” "Os course there is. Do you think I can let you go on wtih this dreadful thing? I’ll agree to anything.” Her laughter bubbled across the wire. “Surely you didn’t take me seriously the other day?” “Why wouldn’t I?” “Forget it old thing! I was only teasing ...” The telephone clicked in her ear as Louis banged the receiver back on its hook. But Diana was smiling as she returned to Arthur. “My boy friend has relented. He Informs me that he has reconsidered and will be willing to take a chance ...” “And you said?” Arthur questioned, careful to betray no emotion.

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“I said ‘Forget it, old thing. I was only teasing’.” For the first time since the incident had occurred all doubt was erased from Arthur’s mind. He decided Diana was really “only a kid.” Yet he did* not think of her so when they met at the foot of the stairs on Thursday night, wrapped in white satin and the age- old mystery of a wedding veil! Elizabeth had managed it. God knew at what sacrifice of nerves. The week must have been an orgy of wire pulling and planning. But at last “daughter” was being married with all the accoutrements. A wedding cake five tiers high; giant white chrysanthemums in altar vases; ropes of white satin ribbon; and tiny Dos Burton, fragile as a chiffon butterfly, carrying the ring in the heart of a rose. Then, Diana, shy and virginal as a girl in her confirmation gown, kneeling to take her vows. Tears of gratitude welled In Elizabeth’s eyes. As for the bride? Her thoughts were a swirl of lace; the heavy perfume of white roses; eager, pressing faces, and her own voice, clear and sweet as the violin that wept through the ceremony. Arthur’s hand was holding hers firmly, confidently ... No fear there! . Arthur was a good man, her mother had said. Bow your head, Diana, the minister is praying. Praying for the union of two lives, which has Just begun. Your life and your husband’s. Husband? Oh, pray! Pray hard. She was blinking now to keep back the tears. “God, please make me

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