Indianapolis Times, Volume 40, Number 59, Indianapolis, Marion County, 30 July 1928 — Page 7

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CHAPTER XXVII (Continued) Rod reminded her that he would save—to pay her for the stolen jewels. "You act as though I demanded my pound of flesh,” Lila complained sorrowfully. ‘And I’m afraid, if you persist in that attitude, that Bertie Lou is not going to like having her spending curtailed. It will make a good impression with Cy, 1 hough, if you seem to. be less reckless with your money.” , Rod was plaintly puzzled. Bertie Lou had been so sure that Cyrus had wished them to enjoy Rod’s ,ood salary. . . . "But it isn’t so much the way she handles your money that makes me think she has changed,” Lila explained. “She hasn’t acted very well toward you.” "In what way?” Rod asked defensively. "Well, she hurried off in a pretty cold-blooded manner, I think,” Lila declared. "She was upset—excited,” Rod replied loyally. Lila patted him on the shoulder. “Good boy,” she applauded, “but if everything is so hunky-dory what are you worrying about?” It was her trump card, “No Rod,” she said as he hesitated for an answer. “I know you well enough to see that you’re hurt. I’ve watched you struggling along under a lot of debts, trying to make both ends meet, get ahead, and save money to build that house you’re always talking about. I’ve cautioned Bertie Lou many times against throwing money away. But New York went to her head, I’m afraid.” Rod stared at her as she spoke, bewildered at the discrepancy between her statements and Bertie Lou's. Lila had risen to her feet and was leaning against a white pillar. She looked flawlessly beautiful in the pale moonlight that lent spirituality to her conventionally pretty features. Her hair was dressed to fit her head like a gold cap, and her full throat rose from a lacy robe de style gown that was charmingly feminine and revealing. Rod could not believe she was lying. She spoke so earnestly, almost sadly. “I can’t tell you how sorry I am,” she went on, "because ... if you’re not happy, Rod. ...” Her voice trailed off wistfully. Rod rose to make an answer. Why, Lila shouldn’t say that! He was happy, perfectly happy. He was about to tell her so, when Cyrus joined them, with a demand for Lila to make some sandwiches. The cook and maid had been given the evening off. The Lorees had not expected to entertain tonight. Cyrus came up and put an arm around Lila’s waist and drew her to him. Rod was facing them. What he saw then surprised him beyond words. CHAPTER XXVIII A SURGE of hate spread itself over Lila’s features, contorting them into a fleeting ugliness. She turned her head quickly away from Rod's stare. 3ut even in the moonlight her expression had been an unmistakable indication of displeasure. Rod could not see clearly enough to recognize it as anything more than that. But it was sufficient to trouble him. Thinking it over that night, he concluded that Lila had no love for Cyrus. He had come to believe that she had. But even with that revealing moment on the piaza to enlighten him he had not the faintest idea why she had been so much annoyed at her husband’s demonstration of affection. Lila, boiling with resentment over his intrusion upon her tete-a-tete with Rod, could have told him. She could have explained that Cyrus had spoiled the moment she had been waiting so moment when Rod needed sympathy, the moment he seemed bewildered and j doubtful of Bertie Lou’s love. For, despite his loyalty, Lila knew that he must be pondering over Bertie Lou’s behavior. She had pondered over it, too, until she received a clew. In a conversation with Rod on the subject of the detective she had engaged, she asked him if he had told Bertie Lou anything that could give her a hint of their secret. Rod said no, that he hadn’t even told her he was at Lila’s the afternoon he had returned the empty jewel case. Lila remembered having told Bertie Lou that he had just left her on that occasion. Casually, she inquired of Rod how he had explained his lateness in arriving home, and he said he believed he had lied about it. “Well, the fat’s in the fire with Bertie Lou,” Lila told herself. Abandoning all hope of deceiving Bertie Lou any longer, she decided to make the most of her erstwhile friend’s absence. When Bertie Lou returned—if she ever did —Lika knew that she would have little or no influence over her, no further opportunity to lead her into extravagance or things that Rod could criticize. Perhaps Bertie Lou might induce Rod to give up his position with Cyrus. There Lila faced the possibility of losing him altogether unless she could complete her sorcery before his wife returned. No need now to consider Bertie Lou’s friendship. At last she could ;peak freely, could start to sow the * ,eds of discontent in Rod’s mind. She was furious with Cyrus for saving interrupted her initial Move and for having reminded Rod .hat she belonged to another man. 3ut to Rod it seemed that he had gazed upon the secret travail of n cc whc '-ad made a ghastly mistake. He pitied Lila-. But he admired ner tremendously for having kept her secret so well, for having lived so sportingly up to her bargain of exchanging her freedom for money. At least she had not whined. And if he had discovered what she had proudly hidden from the world it was purely by accident, he felt, and not by reason of any public display of yellow on Lila’s part. He thought of her unfailing mani-

festation of affection and consideration for Cyrus, a man whom he knew she did not love, and compared it with Bertie Lou’s treatment of him, whom he had believed she loved. He observed Cyrus closely for the rest of his stay at The Birches. There was nothing in his manner to indicate that he suspected Lila’s true feelings toward him. Rod asked himself if it were not possible that he too might be taking his wife's love for granted. Was there any such a thing as love? Was it love to keep a man calling his home every hour to inquire if there was a letter for him? And was it love that caused Bertie Lou to plunge him head over heels into debt—send him begging his father for a loan? It looked very much like indifference and a shallow ambition, rather than love. Rod did not want to think so, but lila had set herself to present Bertie Lou’s character and conduct to him in this light. And so sly, so false in her method of putting her destructive efforts in the guise of friendly advice and sympathy was she that Rod found himself thinking Bertie Lou had revealed herself as selfish and unloving. It did not come suddenly, his verdict of her; but as the weeks wore on and she made no mention of returning to New York, Rod was compelled to believe that she did not mind being apart from him. Then there was her cold letter when he had to refuse the money she asked for. Bertie Lou had hated writing for it, but she needed funds . . . she had usel practically all her immediate cash for her fare home. She did not want to appeal to her father for a loan, since that would cause him to wonder why Rod did not support her with money. Rod had replied with half the amount and the statement that he had no more to send. Bertie Lou was amazed. He must be spending money like water! Well, Lila’s habits and tastes could account for that. For any man who aspired to an affair with her would soon find himself with a lean pocketbook, Bertie Lou believed. Rod did not write for a week after receiving her sarcastic letter. During this period of waiting Bertie Lou had assured herself through a hideous night of alternating doubt and still faintly surviving faith that she did not care whether he ever wrote again or not. For she had received a letter that fairly scorched her heart and seared her pride. It was a poisonous anonymity. But Bertie Lou thought she knew who had written it. The writing was very much like Molly’s, despite an apparent effort to disguise it. It was brief. The writer merely suggested that Bertie Lou should -eturn to Rod at once if she wished ■ o get him out of the clutches of a certain bleached blonde over whom he seemed to have lost his head As the writer had guessed, Bertie Lou was too proud to take any no- i tice of the communication. She j did not return to New York. Her letters to Rod grew even colder ands rther apart, and when he flatly demanded to know when she intended to return, she replied that she thought she might spend the summer with her mother. The letter had done its work. It kept Bertie Lou away from Rod, as it was designed to do. Not as long, perhaps, as Lila—for it was Lila who was the guilty person—hoped that it would.

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The Hathaway house was eerily quiet. Crystal felt as if she were the only thing alive in it, as she sat before the little apple-green enameled dressing table that had once been dedicated to Cherry Lane’s beauty worship, and stared with wide, bemused eyes at her own reflection. Crystal was engaged in her favorite pastime—communing with herself and watching the play of expression upon her face as she did so. After a bit she began to talk, in a soft, low voice, because she liked to see how her wide, mobile mouth looked as her lips formed words, smiled, grinned in what Crystal thought was a gamin fashion, or grimaced. Any one listening and watching would have pronounced Crystal Hathaway the most conceited girl in the world—but he—or she—would have been wrong. Crystal had so little real confidence in her own charms that these “daily dozen” exercises in chr.rm seemed vitally necessary to her in a world that was frighteningly full of gay, popular modern girls. “So this is how it feels to be in love—really in love at last,” Crystal breathed softly, gazing into her own widened hazel eyes. “My eyes are lovely—luminous,’ she went on reverently, and she reached for the little black box of mascara.

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She had painstakingly copied Molly's handwriting with just enough fidelity to the original to make any one who knew it believe that the letter came from her. Other factors affected Bertie Lou. Inquisitiveness chiefly. It drove her back to Rod. Inquisitiveness plus an aching yearning to see for herself if he really had succumbed to Lila’s charms. Her friends in Wayville were beginning to comment upon her prolonged absence from her husband. They would soon be declaring that she had left him, Bertie Lou feared. And she hadn’t left him. There had been no final break, no incontrovertible proof that Rod was unfaithful. Neither had he suggested a permanent separation. She spoke tentatively to her mother about returning to him and was convinced at once that she had been a cause for worry. “Yes, I really think you should,” ’•cr mother said; “though we shall miss you dreadfully.” Bertie Lou smiled over the relief in her mother's voice. “I'm afraid Rod will be thinking we’ve kept you too long,” Mrs. Ward went on happily. "The dear boy has been so patient. It must hav? been terribly lonesome for him without you.” Mother and daughter glanced at each other and then both looked quickly away. Each was wondering how near or how far from the truth those words had been. The mother never had accepted Lila’s friendship with Bertie Lou as genuine, a thing to be trusted, though she had kept her opinion from her daughter lest she worry her needlessly. She could be mistaken, perhaps, she told herself. Bertie Lou would not let her mother know what she thought of ■ Rod’s loneliness, though she suspected that her mother had wondered at her willingness to remain away from him all these weeks and months. She had surprised her mother’s i gaze bent upon her in grave medi-1 tation on many occasions lately. It was time to return to Rod and settle the thing or to open her heart to her mother and load her burdens on those still frail shoulders. Bertie Lou returned to New York unanounced. Her hands trembled on the doorknob as she let herself in, but she stubbornly refused to release the tears that smarted her eyes. Inside the front door she put down the small case she had carried and turned to admit the elevator boy with her suitcases. When he was gone she summoned her maid, but there was no response. She went out to the kitchen and looked around. There was no food in the refrigerator. Rod must be eating out. Further inspection of the apartment revealed that someone was taking care of it, for there was cleanliness and order al around. A woman by the hour, Bertie Lou concluded. It was too late now to think of preparing dinner in the apartment. Bertie Lou set about removing the marks of travel from her person and getting into a fresh costume. It was nice to be back: in her comfortable, well-furnished home . . . but it was purely a physical pleasure. There was no elation in her heart; merely a half-dread, halfeager feeling. She was excited, but not happy. For some reason, though, she put on a dress that Rod had liked. She was in the living room when he entered the hall. She heard him open the door and walk toward their bedroom. (To Be Continued)

"Lovely lady,” she breathed, almost closing her eyes to see the effect of lengthened, thickened lashes against her cheeks. “Maybe he will call me that very tenderly tomorrow night. "To think that on my very first day in Stanton I should meet you. beloved—my perfect knight out of all the world. Dick Talbot! Dick! No—l shall call you Richard. My lips really look lovely as I say your name. "Tony didn’t want you, or she would not have given you to me. Were you glad, Richard? I never dreamed, when Tony and I were drawing up speciflcatons for our heroes at school that I should find you here! T. D. and H. “You smiled at that, didn’t you, Richard beloved? ‘Tall, dark and handsome’... .Oh, you are, you are —all of that and more! "I shall smile at you like this,” and poor Crystal wreathed her rouged mouth into a tender, slow, provocative smile, “and I shall say things that will make you laugh, things that will make you smile indulgently, and—so you won’t think I’m slow—l’ll say things that will shock you just a little. “I’ll be daring and gay and gallant, like Tony. Dear Tony! We will always thank her for bringing us together, won’t we, Richard? I’m sure she isn’t in love with you, or she wouldn’t have suggested that you take me to the dinner dance instead of that oaf, Lon Edwards! Clumsy little liar! I don’t see why Tony has any use for him at all. Oh, I’m going with you, Richard!” She clasped her pretty hands over her heart and “registered” ecstasy, carefully watching her reflection. She must arch her eyebrows a bit more—like this, one just a tiny bit higher than the other; curl the corners of her mouth in the shy beginning of a smile, like this! “I must get another marcel tomorrow,” she decided suddenly, in a more normal voice. “And a bleaching facial. Oh, I wish I didn’t tan and freckle. I wonder if I ought to have my eyebrows plucked a little. (Copyright, 1927, NEA Service, Inc.)

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