Indianapolis Times, Volume 40, Number 65, Indianapolis, Marion County, 6 August 1928 — Page 8

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THIS HAS HAPPENED BERTIE LOU WARD marries ROD BRYER, who had previously been encagaed to LILA MARSH. Lila makes fife miserable for the bride until she meets a rich MR. LOREE and marries him. Then she asks Bertie Lou to forgive the past. . Trying to keep up socially with wealthy friends plunges the Bryers in debt and Rod becomes depressed. Lila seizes her chance to persuade him to accept a higher salary from Loree. Shortly after she asks Rod to put some jewels in the safe during her husband’s absence. They disappear and Rod wants to notify the police, but Lila insists that they keep the matter secret, pointing out ihat suspicion against him might spoil his career. Bertie Lou finds out that he has been seeing Lila secretly and is heart-broken. She is called home to her sick mother and catches a train without seeing Rod. The separation, added to Lila’s plotting,, causes a coldness to spring up between them. Each expects the other to make advances or explanations. Rod goes to the Lorees without her anil Bertie Lou goes out with MARCO PALMER to retaliate. One evening Rod finds her packing a suitcase for a weekend at the Palmer estate and admits to himself that their love is dead and that he is infatuated with Lila. He is stunned to learn that Lila deceived him about the stolen jewels when a connoisseur admires her pearls at a dinner party. Confronted. ‘ she admits that she gave him an empty case and plotted to make him dependent on her generosity to win back his love from Bertie Lou. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXXIV ROD bent his head far back and Lila drew away with a little laugh. “We can forget everything that’s happened,” she said softly, “and just take our happiness in our own way. Hold me in your arms, Rod, please. We’ve a right to each other.” Rod jerked himself free of her embrace and took a step backward. He came up sharply against the grill railing. “Lila, you’re crazy,” he said. “How could there be any happiness for us together?” Lila looked at him with a touch of scorn. “Must I literally throw myself at your feet?” she taunted him. “But there’s Cy . . . and Bertie Lou,” Rod reminded her with great simplicity. “What do they count?!’ Lila flared, “Cy ought to know what an old man gets when he marries a young girl! And Bertie Lou doesn’t care a snap of her fingers for you!” “Even so, we’re married to them,” Rod replied, a trifle wearily. Lila drew in her breath and pressed closer to him. “What of that?” she asked. “Marriage needn’t keep us from being happy, need it? Oh Rod, don’t sacrifice me for two people who don’t kndw what it means to be in love!” “Are you going to leave Cy?” Rod asked her. “I couldn’t let you do it for me, Lila. I just couldn’t, that’s all. Cy’s my friend. Lila ran a smooth finger along his cheek and curled it over his ear. “I don’t intend to break his heart, Rod," she said, “but he’s going on a trip next week ...” “My God, Lila, haven’t you any decency?” Rod cried, breaking entirely free of her clinging arms. His words were like a lash across Lila’s face. “I didn’t know you were squeamish,” she fired at him. “You ought to divorce Bertie Lou if you think so much of decency.” Rod moved toward the door without answering her but she was before him like a darting flame and stood with her back against the door handle. “So that got you, did it?” she mocked him. “It isn’t so pleasant to hear a truth like that, is it? All right to talk to me about decency, but how about a man who permits his wife to fall f~r another man and makes no effort to prevent it?” Rod fairly trembled with outraged feelings as he stood before her and listened to her scathing denunciation. “You’ve led me into this,” she went on. “Everyone knows you don’t care what Bertie Lou does. Well, why shouldn’t you care . . . unless you wanted to be free to do the same? You’re a big fraud with your talk of decency. I’d like to know how you get that way!” Rod tried to brush past her. “Oh, no,” she stopped him, “you’ll hear the rest of it, Mr. Good. You told me yourself that Bertie Lou’s gone out to Marco Palmer’s place,” she laughed shrilly. “A house party! Are you kidding me or yourself? Decency, ha, ha, I’m not good enough to get on with you, but your innocent little wife, who belongs to Marco Palmer, is good enough to be married to . . ” “Move, or I’ll make you,” Rod ordered in a voice that vibrated with suppressed fury. Lila threw her sad back and closed her eyes. ‘•You’ll have to make me,” she dared The next instant she was rudely and very forcibly thrust aside. When she righted herself Rod was gone. But his destination was given no thought in the blind horror that possessed him. Lila’s words seared like red hot irons into his consciousness. Oh, how damnably sure she had been! Bertie Lou and Marco Palmer! Fool, fool, fool! Could he see? It wasn’t true! God, it wasn’t true! He found himself at home. Not one step of the way he had traversed remained in his memory. He might have walked miles or blocks; he couldn’t have told which had he not known the distance. The apartment was unbearable. He went into Bertie Lou’s room. That was the worst place of all, with a beaker of faded roses on the dresser. Two hours later Rod was driven out of the place by his mental torture. Where had he left his hat? He started without it, but saw it in the hall and put it on. When he reached the street he hailed a taxicab. Strangely, the driver knew where the Palmer estate was. “Get me there, and don’t let anything stop you,” Rod ordered recklessly. “It’s some ride, brother,” the man returned. He had his doubts of this wild-eyed fare and he had no relish for a long country drive with no pay at the end of it. A fight, maybe. “Get there,” Rod flashed back. “It’s ten bucks in advance.” Rod dug out the money, handed it to the driver and climbed into the cab. He drove that car with every nerve in his body, straining forward for more speed, now and then speaking to the man at the wheel.

urging him to “give it a little gas, man, can’t you?” “Say, what is this, a race with the stork?” the driver barked at him the third time he asked for speed. “I can’t afford a ticket, Bo; I’ve .had the limit.” It was daybreak when the driver turned oq the state highway and took the road to the Palmer country home far out on the South Shore of Long Island. The house, set a quarter of a mile back oh the blue stone driveway, appeared dignified and peaceful in the early morning light. Most of the windows were shuttered, but a few on the second floor showed drawn blinds. There was a wooden door, used to close the house during the family’s sojourn in the South or abroad, leaning against an outside wall. Rod understood. Marco was using the house in his parents’ absence. He instructed the taxi driver to wait for him, and walked up to the door to ring. As he reached forth his hand he saw with surprise that the door was not on the latch. It swung open a few inches and Rod obeyed an impulse to enter without ringing. Inside a strange sight met his eyes. The furniture of the nail was still shrouded in linen covers and the floor was bare. Top coats and hats were thrown over chairs and on stands, indicating that Marco had not brought a butler out with him. But those carelessly placed coats and hats were a welcome sight to Rod. It was a house party! A flood of relief that soothed him like cool water on a parched tongue swept over him. He • strode on into the living room, oblivious of trespassing; not caring, had it occurred to him. The living room presented a deplorable sight. The air reeked of stale tobacco smoke, and countless ash trays, filled with cigaret ends, were everywhere. Trays with tell-tale glasses, green and brown pinch bottles, with an array of smaller bottles about them like chicks huddled around a squat hen, decorated the room lavishly. Rod saw a piano with a torn record trailing out of it like a gigantic ticker tape. The floor was marked by dancing feet and some of the covered furniture was heaped in piles, or overturned. A few chairs and a davenport near the fireplace had been uncovered. On one chair, pinned to the back, was a corsage of orchids. Rod turned grim at the sight of it. Bertie Lou and orchids. Did she get so many that she cared little for them? But who would think of flowers at a party such as fhis must have been? Rod struggled hard against the

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“Oh, I hate you, Dick Talbott!” Tony’s passionate voice cut through Crystal’s stunned misery. “I explained over the phone this morning thr.t Crystal is my friend and I love her and that if you aren’t nice to her I shan’t be nice to you. “She’s a darling, really when you get to know her, and I won’t have her made unhappy. “Boy, howdy, but you can kiss!” Tony gasped at last. “I’ve never been kissed like that—” “Hush!” Crystal heard Dick Talbot’s voice, harsh and angry w : th jealous pain. “Listen, Tony! I can’t bear the thought of any other man’s ever kissing you again. “You’ve got to marry me. Do you hear?—marry me! Right away! I’ve been in torment this last week. You’re a witch and you ought to be burned at the stake, but I love you and I’ve got to have you! Let’s jump in the car and do it tonight. Come along! Oh, Tony, darling, darling—” “Idiot!” Tony laughed shakily. “Os course, I won’t marry you tonight. I’m not sure I’ll marry you at all.” “W?’re engaged,” Crystal heard Dick Talbot say solemnly, “Engaged!” “Engaged!” Tony scoffed in her thrilling voice, that was still rich with emotion. “A fine pair we’d be getting married! I’ve not finished sowing half an acre of my wild oats yet, I’m only 20, and you’re just a kid—” “I’m 24,” Dick reminded her with dignity. Crystal could imagine him drawing his slim young body up to its greatest height and throwing his chest out. “Oh, Tony! Do you know what I call you to myself?—G. G.—‘gorgeous girl!’” “Yes?” Tony laughed, mockingly. “And you call yourself G. M., don’t you?—‘gorgeous man.’ You’re divinely conceited, Dick darling. “Come along. I’m going in and put on anew set of lips. You’ve eaten these off. . . . And if you really love me, be sweet to Crystal. She has an awful crush on you. Stop! I won’t have you being silly again. My moment of weakness has passed . . . We-ell—just one very little one . . .” Two minutes later, George Pruitt found Crystal, guided by the sound of terrible, racking sobs. Quite simply George Pruitt put his arms around Crystal Hathaway and gently forced her head to rest on his shoulder. And Crystal felt a curious sense of refuge. She still thought George Pruitt was a homely nonenlty, a “male wall-flower.” It was sweet to have a shoulder to sob upon. Her defenses were so utterly shattered for th moment that there was no trace of coquetry in her voice as she answered his kindly questions. “I wish I were dead!” Crysatl subbed. “I’m a failure, a dud, a flat tire, as the boys say. Tony Tarver has to bargain with boys to be nice to me, to dance with me. . . “Oh, I don’t know what’s the matter with me! I try so hard to girls like Tony Tarver . . . Oh, Ido want to die! I do!”

memory of Lila’s words. Had it been his fault that Bertie Lou was receiving orchids? Could he have stopped it if he’d tried? But they’d agreed to remember their marriage vows until they wanted them broken legally. For half a moment Rod believed in Bertie Lou without doubt. Then he thought of Lila —of her trickery and faithfulness. Women were devils! Bad! A man was a fool to trust one of them! Rod would know soon. He’d find Bertie Lou somewhere in this warren of sleeping revelers and wring the truth from her! He took the stairs two at a time, his feet making but little sound on the thick paper that was laid over the silencing rubber pads. When he reached the second floor landing, a broad, spacious central hall in reality, he paused to look about him. There were three corridors leading to the sleeping room. Rod could see down the one on his right without moving. He took a step in that direction when a man’s voice down the corridor that led to the rooms in the back wing attracted his attention. He heard an indistinguishable feminine murmur in reply. He turned to the left and when he came abreast of the middle corridor he was just in time to see a young man step from a room and hear him say with a teasing laugh: “I won’t be long, Mrs. Marco Palmer of the future.” So this was the man whom Lila linked with Bertie Lou! Rod noticed that he was wearing a silken dressing gown and bedroom slippers. Not a bad looking boy. But what sort was he to pull a thing like this under his mother’s roof, even if he was going to marry the girl? Rod’s lips curled in contempt, but he went on, intending to make Marco tell him where he could find Bertie Lou. Halfway down the corridor he stopped. A maid had appeared from some backstairs, bearing a breakfast tray in her arms. He could inquire of her, and possibly avoid a scene with young Palmer. The girl did not take any notice of him, and just as he was about to speak to her she reached the door of the room Marco had left, and rapped upon it. It was opened at once by someone Rod could not see. But he heard a voice directing the .girl where to put the tray. The voice was Bertie Lou’s. (To Be Continued)

“Poor little Crystal!” George soothed her, his broad hand patting her back. “Don’t cry so hard, child. Just be yourself ” “That’s what Tony says!” Crystal combatted passionately. “But I don’t know myself!” And her sobs broke out violently again. “Listen, Crystal,” George urged laying his hand very gently on her mussed marceled hair. No young girl—except one that I knew—and loved—does know herself. Her ‘self’ hasn’t jelled yet, just as a man’s self hasn’t jelled until he’s at least 30. “What I’m fumbling around try-: ing to say, child, is that you must try to be more impulsive, less calculating, because your impulses would be sound. Your’e a darned nice kid. Faith says so, and I’d be willing to take her word for anything.” “Then it’s—Faith?” Crystal breathed between lessening sobs. “I mean you said—” “Yes, I love Faith. I’ve loved her since I first saw her, because she’s the finest girl in the world—utterly natural, herself, following impulses that are nearly always good. (To Be Continued)

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