Indianapolis Times, Volume 40, Number 66, Indianapolis, Marion County, 7 August 1928 — Page 8

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THIS HAS HAPPENED \ BERTIE LOU WARD marries ROD EKYER. who had previously been engaged to LILA MARSH. Lila makes life 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 hod becomes depressed. Lila seizes her cl ance to persuade him to accept a higher salary from Lorce. Shortly after she asks Rod to put some jewels in the safe during her husband s absence They disappeat and Rod wants to notify the police, but Lila insists that they keep the matter secret, pointing out that suspicion against him might spoil his career. Berne Lou finds out. that he fias been seeinc Lila secretly and is hearttr She n is called home to her sick mother end catches a train without saeine Rod. The separation, added to Lilas plotting, causes a coldness between them. Each expects the other to make advances or ,* X Rod a go°es S 'to the Lorees without her and Bertie Lou s:ocs out with MARiu PALMER to retaliate. . e Z e r B !T wkfinds her packing a suitcase for *<-*.* end at the Paliper esiate. and to himself that their love 1* dead and that he is infatuated with Lila. H ®. stunned tc learn that Lila deceived him about the stolen jewels when a connoisseur admires her pearls at a dinner she admits that she gave him an empty case in order to make him dependent on her generosity ana to win his love. He repudiates her treachery and disloyalty to her husband and she snecringly reminds him that Bertie Lou is at a house tiarty with young Palmer. He leaves her and drives madly out to the .rainier estate. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXXV FOR half a minute Rod failed to grasp the significance of what he heard, or rather the import of hearing Bertie Lou’s voice at that time and in that room. He stood where he was, hesitating about breaking in upon her while the maid was present. And then, before he had come to any decision about what he should do, it came to him with a shattering impact that Lila was right! Bertie Lou had not kept their agreement. She had broken her word, her vows, and destroyed his last remaining faith in her. Rod stood there, helpless, for a black period that never could be measured, while the degrading conviction of Bertie Lou’s guilt rooted itself deep in his soul. It was like soiled fingers tearing at all that was clean and decent in his life. A bitter nausea swept over him and he leaned weakly against a wall for support. „ _ , The maid came out of Bertie Lou s room and turned in the other direction without seeing Rod. It is likely that even if she had seen him she’d have mistaken him for one of the party. , , He looked precisely like a drunken man at the moment. His head hung on one side with his chin upon his dress shirt front and he appeared ready to collapse. . After a bit he attempted to pull himself together. It was in his mind to face Bertie Lou and he. even took a few steps toward her door. But he did not reach it before he turned and walked dazedly, staggeringly, away. „ What was there to say? He could not bear to see her, perhaps .to fall down and beg her to deny what his eyes had seen. Rod dared no longer to trust even himself. No one was decent, no one was right. He might make a worm of himself. And Bertie Lou might let him do it, might lie. They might begin living a hell of married life that was without respect, without faith, utterly unhallowed. Fear drove Rod out of the house. ■ Fear of the depths of degradation to which he might sink to save himsdlf from accepting the horrible truth of Bertie Lou’| unfaithfulness. The temptation to plead for a lie from her, a lie that would admit him to what he would always suspect was a fool’s paradise, was too great to be risked. Why he suffered so terribly over what he had discovered Rod did not ask himself. Perhaps he thought, vaguely, that it was the pain one feels Upon learning of the falseness of the world. Two women. One whom he had respected as a person who would ke6p a fair bargain had proved herself a cheat; and one he had loved and believed a really noble character had shown herself to be even itorse. , Rod clmibed into his taxicab and was driven hack to the city in a mood as hopeless as any the human mind can encounter. Everything was gone. His position, his friendship with Cyrus Loree— though he hardly realized this at the time, i It was the devastating destruction of his faith in the two women who ' had meant all of love and honor to him that reduced him tc a feeling of unspeakable disgust and loathing for them. , Strangely, it was Bertie Lou who drew his blackest thoughts. He could have killed her, if he’d had his hands on her throat then, he told himself. Her smooth white throat, her damnably kissable throat! The memory of it was torture to him. , The driver turned. He thought he’d heard a groan. Well, 4t might have been. Queer fish, this fare of his. Reeling out of a house like a man who’d seen into hell, and now he sat back there, his head dropped in his hands and swaying to and fro to beat the devil. “I’ll tell ’em, I’ll be glad to drop him—and how,” he told himself. Rod did not speak to him during the drive back to town. Time seemed to mean nothing to him .now. The driver asked him, when they reached the Queensboro Bridge, where he should take him and Rod gave him the address of his apartment. When they got there he stumbled out of the cab and handed the driver a bill which the latter stuffed into his pocket with a surprised grin after one glance at it. Rod did not ask for change. He climbed the stairs to his floor like an old man. Bitter, disillusioned, sick. An epithet had attached itself to Bertie Lou in his mind and he repeated it over and over with maddening monotony. Money, money, money. Lila wanted it. • Bertie Lou wanted it. Lla wanted love too. Rod wondered, with a stab of pain through his dulling misery, if Bertie Lou "wanted it too —if she loved this Marco Palmer. ‘‘But she didn’t have to do it that way,” Rod muttered aloud. “She could have had her freedom . . . to marry young Palmer. . . . Oh, God, Bertie Lou.” The crudest thing that ever Jisppened to Rod happened then.

He knew that he loved Bertie Lou. He knew why Lila and her treachery to Cy, her trickery, and her profane offer of love had slipped out of his mind. Bertie Lou was all that mattered to him. She had been all that mattered to him, ever. He forgot the epithet in thinking of her as Marco’s wife. How clear the glass in retrospect. What is easier than looking backward? It is like solving other people’s troubles; to see where you made yesterday’s mistakes. Rod knew what had happened to him—knew that Lila had fascinated him. The old appeal, that had lured him to her before he learned to care for Bertie Lou, had never, perhaps, burned itself completely out. He had hated her, as she said, because she was selfish and scheming. He faced it frankly, even admitting to himself that Lila’s determined pursuit of him might have flattered him. No, that was not so; he honestly had not known that she was deliberately working for a renewal of their love for each other. He had been warmed by their friendship and understanding. If he had come to believe himself in love with her again it was because she had reversed his opinion of her and compelled him to admire and respect her as a truly noble creature His desire for her, that now rankled in his memory like a poisonous weed, had not been noble. But at least, it could be said for him that he had held it in check, never so much as caressing her slim fingers. Rod did not feel ashamed; only humiliated that he had wanted to take her in his arms and kiss her. He took upon himself the full blame for having killed Bertie Lou’s love. He saw it now—she must have suffered over Lila. Who could tell to what lengths Lila had gone to break Bertie Lou’s faith in him? He’d never sought to find out why she had' gone back to Wayville without a word to him. He found it easy now to understand why he hadn’t wanted an explanation upon her return. He did not spars himself the painful remorse it cost him to admit that it was because of Lila that he hadn’t wanted to take up their life where she had broken it off when she left. Lila. Lila again, with her subtle insinuations against Bertie Lou, her play on his natural resentment. Rod sank upon the davenport and buried his face in his hands as he had in the taxi, and the prayer that comes at least once to almost every human being’s lips burst from his in an agony of repentence. "Oh God, if I only had it to do over again!” How tenderly, how dearly, he

“But she’s married to Bob Hathaway, and in love with him, and I want to be your friend, if you’ll let me. Not for Faith’s sake, but because I like you for yourself.’’ “Yes, George,” Crystal answered i humbly, deeply touched, despite the whisper in her heart: “Even if he isn’t good-lookjjng, I wish he wanted to be something more than a friend, just so I could hold my head up among other girls who have so many beaux. . “Good! Now let’s get back to the clubhouse, or Faith will be looking for us. A couple of my friends have asked to meet you, and Nils and Bob are waiting to dance with you, too. You’ll dance out a pair of stockings before midnight if we don’t watch out.” George held a lighted match while Crystal tried to erase the traces of tears. George waited near the doorway of the club porch for Crystal while she made up her face anew. When she laid her hand upon George’s arm, wtih an intimate, possessive gesture, and cocked her head provocatively as if to listen to his compliments—all for the benefit of those who might be watching—she heard a girl mutter disgustedly: “Well, George has fallen at last! And I’ve tried to land him for two years! There’s no accounting for tastes!” /’ ’ Crystal had a sudden, kneeweakening 'conviction that she had made a mistake, that if she had “played” George differently. “I’ll bring in my things, and we’ll undress, cold cream and gossip together, honey,” Faith said to Crystal, when her husband’s cousin slipped into the house at half past one that eventful Sunday morning. “Bob and I have just got in, too. I’ll be back in just a minute, or would you rather go right to bed and gossip over your Sunday morning breakfast tray in bed?” Crystal looked up at her cousin’s wife with large hazel eyes that were for the moment completely honest and wistful. “Please come, Faith. I—l don’t think I’ll go to sleep very early.” Faith hurried away, to return, almost immediately with a dark purple silk kimono over her arm and a tray of toilet necessities in her hands. “Bob’s already asleep,” she laughed softly. “Now! Room for two on this dressing-table bench. Isn’t it a bother having to cold cream? Have a good time tonight, Crystal?” “Fine,” Crystal replied unenthusiastically. “I danced with eight different men, counting Cousin Bob and Nils Jonson—” “And they don’t really-count, because they’re married mend” Faith laughed. “I’m so glad you and George Pruitt clicked. “He doesn’t care for many girls, but when he makes up his mind to be your friend, you can count on

would cherish Bertie Lou. For a moment he forgot that she had been false beyond the breaking of her vows—that she had broken their paqt, her promise to give him warning, to tell him when another man had entered her life. Rod groaned over it, when it did come back to him, as was inevitable. It was too late now to make amends to her, to pray for forgiveness. He could pray only that his mad obsession, his cursed infatuation for Lila, had not driven Bertie Lou beyond the gates of happiness. There must be a chance for her. There was nothing left for him to do but make it as easy as possible for her. Clear out, that was it. And even as the thought came to him Bertie Lou was on her way home, wondering if he would still be there or out to breakfast when she got in. If only she could have breakfast with him . . . shut your eyes, Bertie Lou and think of something else! She was dreadfully hungry. The tray was untouched in her room at the Palmers, she supposed. Unless Marco had ordered, it removed when he discovered that she’d left. It was likely. He’d gone on to his own quarters to dress on their way back from the swimming pool. They’d gone for an early dip when the party finally broke up at dawn. Everyone else had gone to bed. The water was cold but fresh. Marco had ordered the pool filled that night, though it had been emptied for what his parents believed would be the last time for the season just before they went abroad. Bertie Lou had enjoyed the few minutes they spent in it after a dive from the springboard. Marco had spoiled the appetite it gave her for breakfast, though, when he suddenly took her in his arms and tried to kiss her. Bertie Lou was angry. She’d told him she didn’t like that sort of thing. But Marco had only laughed at her. This was in her room, after they’d got out of their bathing suits in the shower rooms downstairs and come up in dressing gowns. Marco had asked for a cigaret and Bertie Lou had let him come in for one. When he was gone, promising to dress and return to breakfast with her, Bertie Lou hastily packed her suitcase and hurried down # to the garage and bribed the chauffeur, who had been kept up for all night duty in case a guest decided to leave to take her to the railroad station. She was not far behind Rod, but far enough to make a great difference in their lives.

(To Be Continued)

him till death. You’re luckier than you realize.” The fear that she had ruined her chances with George by showing him her heart and mind when all her defenses had been shattered by what she had overheard between Tony Tarver and Dick Talbott, made Crystal’s face burn a dull, ugly red behind the smeared cold cream. “Just who is George Pruitt, Faith? Is he someone awfully special? Remember, I’m new in Stanton —” “George Pritt is very special, indeed, Crystal. Asa person, I mean, not because his family is very rich and in the inner circle of ‘society’ in this State. “He spent several years in New York and Paris, trying to make a career as an artist for himself, but his talent was never as great as his apppreciation, conceptions and ambition. So he came home, to work into his father’s business. “He loves books, music, art, intelligent conversation, more sincerely than any other man in Stanton, and back of his darling homely face is a most beautiful soul. George Pruitt Is—”

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