Indianapolis Times, Volume 40, Number 56, Indianapolis, Marion County, 26 July 1928 — Page 10

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THIS HAS HAPPENED BERTIE LOU WARD marries ROD BRYER. who had previously been engaged to LILA MARSH. The only shadow on the bribe’s happiness is ' Lila’s habit of tel! g friends that she was Rod's first lo.e. A position in New York is offered Rod by TOM FRASER and he accepts. Anxious to make a good impression, they live beyond their income and Bertie Lou finds it hard to resist when MOLLY FRASER urges her to buy more than she can afford. She and Rod have their first quarrel over money, and to make matters worse Lila arrives to visit Molly and make life miserable for Bertie Lou. But they introduce her to a rich MR. LOREE and she surprises them by marrying him. Lila asks Bertie Lou to forgive the past and be friends and she consents. Trying to keep up with their wealthy friends plunges them in debt. Rod be- - depressed and Lila seizes her chance to persuade him to accept a higher salary from Loree. She also induces Bertie Lou to indulge in an orgy of spending. During Loree's absence Lila asks Rod to put her jewels in the office vault. Later she requests him to return them and when they open the case the jewels are gone. Rod wants to notify the police but she will not let him. He finally promises to keep the loss secret if she will let him pay their value in installments as he is able to save from his •alary. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXV VITHEN she begged Rod not to ’ * tell Bertie Lou of the theft Lila did not take into account his inapitude for lying. A few minutes after he left her apartment she had occasion to telephone Bertie Lou in regard to an engagement they had for the following afternoon. In the course of the conversation ehe mentioned that Rod had just returned her jewels. Before he reached home Rod decided not to say anything about the matter to Bertie Lou because he knew he could not tell half the truth without revealing that there was a half he wished to conceal. Bertie Lou knew he had lunched with Lila on the day he took the necklace and bracelets to the office, so naturally she expected him to spgak of having returned them. the evening wore on and Rod offered no explanation for his lateness in coming home Bertie Lou began to wonder. Oh, well, perhaps It had slipped his mind. He seemed to be deeply troubled about something. “What’s the matter with you, Rod?” she asked him finally. He had declined to go out to a motion picture show or to call up anyone for * table of bridge. “Nothing,” he answered shortly and a trifle bruskly. He did not want to be Questioned. Bertie Lou was too keen. He almost regretted that he had started out to keep her in ignorance of his trouble. But of course Lila was right. His desire for understanding and sympathy was a weakness—the same emotion that prompts a grown-up man to run to his wife with his troubles precisely as a little boy takes his troubles to his mother. Rod stiffened his resistance. “I’m tired,” he said; "worked late tonight.” He hardly knew he had lied. Had he been clever about it he’d have been very careful to tell Bertie Lou that he was at Lila’s house. Good liars learn to leave few loopholes. Rod was a novice. He said the first thing that popped into his head. Thought out logically it would have amounted to a desire to account for his state of mind. All right—tired. And a ready excuse vfor being tired was overwork. It \-as less a prevarication to him than an alibi. But to Bertie Lou it was a shock. She shrank back in her chair—they were sitting before the fire —as though he had struck her. Her face went white. Rod was staring at the dancing flames; he did not see the effect of his words. In a moment or two she got up quietly and said she thought she would retire. Somehow, willing it with all the proud strength of mind she possessed, she walked steadily out of the room. The instant the door closed behind her in the bedroom Bertie Lou let go. Her world had turned suddenly topsy turvy with a ghastlyunreality that left her giddy and gasping. She rushed over to the bed and flung herself upon it just as a great, wrenching sob tore itself loose from her throat. The pillow smothered it and received the flood of tears that followed. All that Bertie Lou ever had suffered of Lila and all her torments of fear came back to her now as a crushing load of proof of Rod’s perfidy. It came to her, too, her recent slight pique over Lila’s influence with him—the ease with which she had persuaded him to change his mind about accepting a position with Cyrus. Bertie Lou raised her head and surveyed her charming bedroom with bitter loathing. This was the price of Lila’s victory. The sop thrown to allay a credulous wife’s

suspicions. Bertie Lou twisted her lips sneeringly over the memory of Lila’s humble plea for friendship. “And I fell for it,” she scathed herself. “Opened the door and let her walk right in. Well, she left the piano, but she’s got Rod lying to me.” It was a brave attempt to get back on the familiar ground of youth’s sarcasm for life; but life, or love, was too strong for her. Again she stifled her sobs with the pillow, a very damp pillow now. But she’d got to stop it, she told herself. Rod wouldn’t sit out there all night. And she didn’t know what she was going to do. She got up. turned the pillow over and went into her dressing room. Rod had one of his own; he would not come in here. While she tore off her pretty dinner dress—Rod liked her in soft, dainty things and she dressed to p jease him—she was beginning to t link more calmly. It was plain to her now that Lila had wormed her way back into their good will with but one objecf In view—to reach Rod. That was why she had induced Cyrus to employ him, to pay him a handsome salary. “So we’d think her an angel,' Bertie Lou concluded with a feel-

; ing of contempt for both her own and Rod’s business. But beyond realizing that chance had exposed Lila’s hand at this point Bertie Lou had no idea what had gone before. Tonight was the first time she had caught Rod in a lie, but that did not mean that it was his first lie to her. Her impulse was to go and ask him. She threw a velvet negligee around her shoulders and started back to the living room. • But another thought stopped her. Hadn’t she been second choice when she married Rod? What would happen if she went to him now and taxed him with being still in love with his first choice? Could he help that? Bertie Lou sank down upon the bench at her dressing table and buried her head on her crossed arms. What could she do? Rod was miserable. So miserable that he couldn’t hide his true feeling any longer. He had come from Lila, perhaps so embittered at having to part from her that he was unable to pretend he did not feel for the girl he had married. A wounded soul, struggling in the dark, can conjure up many torments. Bertie Lou’s mental anguish was as real and intense as though all the painful conclusions she reached were true ones. Rod had lied to her. He had come from Lila and lied about it. She began to feel sorry for him, infinitely and hopelessly sorry. Lila might have found a way to shake herself back into his heart, but Lila was Lila. She always would be Lila. Let her pose. Let her fool Rod. Cyrus and she might step aside, but Rod could not find happiness with Lila. And then Bertie Lou knew that Cyrus never would step aside. He wasn’t that kind. Rod could not have Lila. But what should she do? She who knew how things stood between them . . . no . . . how they MIGHT stand. But she couldn’t give Rod to Lila because Lila was not free to take him. And Bertie Lou hadn’t said to herself that she was willing to give Rod up. Oh, it was a hideous mess. Her head was aching furiously now, and little darts of white light flashed before her eyes. She opened them for relief and the dressing room swam about her like a rocking house at a fair. She was so long recovering from the nervous shock she had suffered that Rod had gone to bed when finally she crept, heartsick and weakened, to her pillow. She knew Rod was not asleep but she did not want to talk to him—not yet. The moment of challenge had passed. To face him with his lie and make him admit that Lila meant as much to him as ever would precipitate a

HATHAWAY’S excitement over the probability of ! seeing her adored chum, Tor> Tarver, carried her in a flying rush j across the street. Darling Tony! Beautiful Tony! It was too perfect that she should be so near a neighbor of the Bob Hathaways. As she ran impetuously. Crystal’s mind became a whirling keleidoscope of pictures of Tony Tarver, every one of them lovely and breath-taking. Tony was 20, nearly two years younger than Crystal, who had been a senior in Bradley, the girls’ junior college, when Tony had entered as a freshman. The year that the two girls had been room mates had been the most thrilling of Crystal’s life, and it was Tony who had made it thrilling. The Tarvers’ new home loomed up clear and new and beautiful in the June moonlight. Even Crystal, who knew painfully little about architecture, felt proud of her cousin, Bob Hathaway, who had planned it, proud of Bob’s father-in-law, mild, inoffensive-looking Jim Lane, who had superirttended its building. But she was nonplussed to find that the Tarvers had such a home. At Bradley, Tony had been gaily poor, frankly unable to dress as well as the “rich” girls. Not that her poverty had made any difference, Crystal had remembered. Within a month of her arrival at Bradley Tony Tarver had become easily the most popular girl in the rather snobbish school. Crystal ran up the white flagstone path, entered the recessed doorway, and was about to press the bell when the old, familiar agony of shyness and self-depre-

ciation seized her. Would Tony really be glad to see her? What if Tony hac. callers, and should resent the unheralded intrusion of a girl she had not seen for a year? Hadn’t she—Crystalexaggerated a bit when she had declared to Faith and Bob that Tony was “crazy” about her? Did anyone in the world really love her? Crystal was about to turn and run away, back to the Hathaway home, when another agonizng thought stepped her. Faith and Bob would still be up, would hear her return, would ask embarrassing questions, would think she had been lying about her friendship wth Tony Tarver. And Crystal had determined to play the role of pretty, popular, jazzy “modern girl”lon this visitplay it to the limt. No one in Stanton knew that so far she had been a failure, that she literally had no “boy iriends” at all. ’This visit was her big chance, and rony s being across the street was the most wonderful stroke of luck that had ever happened to her, for Tony—if she sti’l cared at all for her—would sweep her into parties and dates . . . Maybe, dh, surely—-

crisis. And Bertie Lou could see no solution for it. She would have left him if she had proof that Rod had been unfaithful to her. But she did not believe that he had. It would do him no good if she freed him unless Cyrus would free Lila. Bertie Lou admitted to herselt that she loved Rod too much to leave him unless it would benefit him or unless he made her action unavoidable. And surely there would be too many persons to suffer over their separation to think lightly of it. Her parents, and his. And the talk in Wayville. That would hurt them. And perhaps, if she did nothing at all, Lila herself would end it some day by showing Rod how she was playing with him as a cat plays with a mouse. Os course, life would never be the same for her again, Bertie Lou told herself, but she was not ready to cut herself adrift from all hope, all chance to have even the crumbs of happiness. In the morning after an hour or two of fitful slumber, she was no nearer a decision in regard to her future than she had been the night before. She did not get up and breakfast with Rod as was her habit. He left the apartment without the slightest idea that she was troubled with anything more than a headache, to which she confessed. It required considerable steeling of her will to face her engagement with Lila. They were lunching together and then going to a matinee. Bertie Lou telephoned that she would meet Lila at the theater, Lila seemed relieved to omit the luncheon. And as soon as Bertie Lou hung up the receiver Lila called the office and asked for Rod, Would he come up to luncheon? She wanted him to meet the man they were talking about. Rod understood that she meant the detective. He promised to be there ! promptly at one as Lila requested. ] That morning he had searched! the office and the safe carefully, j inch by inch, to see if he could discover any clews to the theft. He explained to Cyrus’ secretary that he had lost a valuable cuff link the day before. He had not been out of the office more than five minutes when Bertie Lou called in to tell him about a telegram she had received from Wayville. The girl at the switchboard told here he had gone up to Mr. Loree’s apartment. Rod found the detective waiting for him when he arrived. The man’s eyes bored uncomfortably into his when he asked about the lock on the case. Had he, Rod, for any reason. sought to open it? “Certainly not,” Rod replied emphatically. (To Be Continued)

some man would fall in love with her, if she tried hard enough to be pretty and Jazzy and modern—like Tony . . . Crystal’s trembling finger pressed the bell. The door was thrown open, and there stood Tony, a banjo in her hand, her blue eyes sparkling expectantly, her short, waving black hair glinting in the light from the overhead lamp, her tall, slim body looking as if it were poised for flight. The blue-diamond eyes became wide, puzzled, then Tony’s thrilling voice sang out: “Crystal Hathaway! Heavenly day, but I’m glad to see you! I couldn’t believe my eyes at first!” And Tony’s firm but velvety young lips were upon Crystal’s trembling mouth. Tony’s bare arms were wrapped tightly about Crystal’s shoulders. “Pat—Peg! My chum, Crystal Hathaway’s here! Whoopee! Come along In, darling. There are a couple of trousered young idiots here, but I’ll shoo them away and we can have a*gorgeous pow-wow! Crystal, this is my mo’her—Peg, I calls here and how she hates it! “And this is my Dad—Pat, I calls him and how he loves it! And these are two insignificant young males who think they can sing Dick Talbot and Lon Edwards! Blow, boys! Scatter!” (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1928. by NEA Service)

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