Indianapolis Times, Volume 40, Number 67, Indianapolis, Marion County, 8 August 1928 — Page 10

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THIS HAS HAPPENED BERTIE LOU WARD marries ROD BRYER, 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 Rod becomes depressed. Lila seizes her chalice 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 mater secret, pointing out that suspicion against him might /spoil his career. Bertie Lou finds out that he has been seeing Lila secretly and is heartbroken. She goes home to her mother without seeing Rod. The saparation added to Lila's plotting cause/ a coldness between them. Each expects the other to make advances or explanation. Rod goes to the Lorees without her and Bertie Lou goes out with MARCO PALMER to retaliate. Rod is stunned to learn that Lila deceived him about the stolen jewels when a connoisseur admires her pearls at a dinner party. She admits that she gave him an empty case in order to make him dependent on her generosity and to win his love. He repudiates her treachery and disloyalty to her husband and she sneeringiy reminds him that his wife is at a house party with young Palmer. He leaves her and drives madly out to the Palmer estate. Entering the house by an unlocked door he sees Marco emerging from a room in his dressing gown and hears Bertie Lou’s voice inside. Believing the worst, he goes away without learning that they had just come upstairs from an early morning swim in tie pool. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXXVI WHEN Bertie Lou opened the door of her home she saw at once that something had happened. The place was in confusion. A trunk, closed and —Bertie Lou soon found out—locked, stood in the centeer of the living room. Worn collars, an old hat, a pair of shabby shoes, were piled into the wastepaper basket. The desk was open and had the appearance of having been hastily ransacked. An empty cardboard suit box, with crumpled tissue paper—Bertie Lou couldn’t recall what had been packed away in it —had been kicked, apparently, against the wall, out of the way of someone in a hurry. The cushions on the davenport were disordered. Had Rod slept there without making his bed? Had he been to bed at all? It was his habit to put his pillows and covers away in a closet each morning before he left. And usually he placed the daytime cushions in a very neat and precise ro w. Bertie Lou told herself he had not been to bed at all. Her heart seOmed to stop beating with the next thought that came to her. Why had he gone away like this? She flew to his closet, opened it and saw that if was empty. It was strange that he should stop to pack all his clothes if he were running off with Lila. No, it couldn’t be that! Rod wouldn’t do a thing of such low order! But something must have happened very suddenly—something that had caused Rod to forget, or not to‘care, that he had promised to let her know when he’s had enough of their hollow mockery of marriage. But this was shabby{ To let her come home and find herself deserted in this cold-blooded manner! And he didnt’ have to do it. It wasn’t fair! Bertie Lou’s whipping pain began to give way to anger. She blamed Lila. Rod (jauldn’t have been so heartless if he had not been so heartless if he had not been in-

fluenced. It was at that moment she chanced to sefe the withered gardenia that she had kissed and left for Rod the night before. She snatched it up and fiercely tore it to bits, as though she could thereby destroy the love that had prompted her to put it to her lips. So! They thought they could treat her like an old shoe, did they? Cast her off like that heap of old things in the wastepaper basket! And she had come home dreaming of a chance to po.ur Rod’s coffee and make his toast. They might be breakfasting together at this very moment. Even then, perhaps. Bertie Lou tried to laugh, but the tears ran into her mouth when she opened it. It was rotten of them, acting as though she had tried to stand in their way. Rod sneaking off in the night, like a thief in his haste. It was contemptible. She wouldn’t stand for it! Then, for the first time since entering the apartment, she went into her own room. And there, on her aresser, propped against the breaker of roses, she found a note. It was cold as ice in its restraint. Rod told her merely that he was leaving and would send her, as soon as possible, the name of a lawyer through whom she might communicate with him. It nearly broke Bertie Lou’s heart. Perhaps it would have had she not been buoyed up by her anger. No matter if Lila was to blame Rod* shouldn’t havg allowed himself to be such a cad.

Bertie Lou believed she could hate him for it some day—but not yet. Not quite. She was suffering too cruelly not to know that she loved him in spite of everything. But her anger remained sufficiently strong to send her to Lila. If they* had not gone away together, Lila and Rod, Bertie Lou still had a chance to let them know how despicable had been their conduct. She would tell Lila what she* thought of a girl who would marry for money and then work day and night to enmesh a former lover in a low intrigue. She threw back the silk covers on her bed and sat up against the lace-trimmed pillows. The room was in semi-darkness with the shades close drawn to keep out the daylight. One, near the bed, was half way up to admit air. Lila jumped out of bed and hastily pulled it down. She must, she guessed, look a sight. Rage always left its mark on her features, and she hpd raged through the night. Exhaustion had forced her to bed just before daybreak. But she had not slept. She was barely back on her pillows, with a soft rose-shaded lamp burning on a stand at the head of her French bed, when Bertie Lou was admitted. Lila received her abed. She had sent word at first that she could not see her, but Bertie Lou had told the butler she would not leave until she saw his mistress. Lila inquired,

and learned that Cyrus had not yet left for the office. ' * It would not do to have him encounter Bertie Lou. But Lila did not have her caller admitted without a great deal of fear. Bertie Lou could create a lot of trouble if she were so minded. Cyrus would not care to listen to her ... he had lost all respect for her, Lila knew. But Bertie Lou could talk—to the Frasers, for instance. She believed that Bertie Lou still saw Molly now and then—and she mjght find a way of convincing Cyrus—if she really knew anything. Lila could hardly believe that Rod had carried the story of her proposal to him to Bertie Lou. But why was Bertie Lou here, at this ungodly hour? Lila glanced at her clock—the time was five minutes of ten. They looked at each other as two duelists might before the clash of blades began. Bertie Lou walked slowly over, as the maid who had shown her up, closed the door behind her, and came* close to the bed. Lila waved her hand toward a chan - . “Good morning, ”she essayed pleasantly, but her voice was thick and jerky. Bertie Lou did not take her eyes from Lila’s face, or move toward the chair she indicated. Her eyes were narrowed to slits and a scornful sneer twisted her lips out of all resemblance to their natural curves. Lila’s eyes fell away, and she plucked nervously at the embroidered hem of a sheet. She tried to laugh, a wretched attempt. “Goodness, what’s the “matter with you?” she cried, alarmed at her own lack of poise. “Has anything happened?” “Why ask me?” Bertie Lou returned with a hard levelness that further disturbed Lila. It also armed her with irritation. She became snappish. “Why shouldn’t I ask you?” she retorted. “You insisted upon seeing me before I was up. You ought to have a good reason.” “Is it reason enough that I’ve come to tell you what an abnominable cheat you are?” Bertie Lou said, her voice held low, but vibrating | with suppressed passion. Lila sat bolt upright. . “Wha . a . t?” she gasped. “You heard me, and you know what I mean,” Bertie Lou went on. Lila turned -white. So Rod had told! He must have found out that she had cloaked Bertie Lou with faithlessness out of the fabric of suspicion—that she had no grounds for accusing his wife of a liaison with young Marco Palmer. “But now that you’ve got him and it’s all over I want to tell you that I wouldn't stoop to hold a man who could fall for you,” Bertie Lou said, without waiting for Lila to speak She later felt herself flung from

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“In love with you,” Crystal said steadily. “Oh, he told me! And I was glad he did. Probably he didn’t want fne to misunderstand his offer of friendship. Not that I was attracted to him—that way. I—l was being very foolish about some ont else and he found me crying on a bench in the dark. I do like him enormously, Faith—but, oh —I want something else! I want romance like other girls have! “The ‘necking jungle,’ as the kids call it, was full of romance tonight, and I—I—” She was crying again, the hot fears cutting paths in the cold cream she was still rubbing into her cheeks. “Please believe I understand, darling,” Faith said compassionately. “I thought I wasn’t attractive to men, either, if it’s really true that you aren’t. “In all my girlhood only two men fell in love with me, but if I had looked through all the world I couldn’t have found two finer men. I married the one I loved. I believe—l’m sure—you’ll have more proposals than I to choose from.” “I think,” Crystal confessed desperately, “that just one proposal would change the whole world for me—make me believe in myself. Every girl needs her first proposal so terribly. Can’t you see what I mean. Faith?” “Hello, Annabel!” Tony Tarver called joyously to the colored maid-of-all-work who was setting the table for the Sunday morning breakfast. “Listen, Annabel! I have a swell idea—let’s have breakfast on the porch. It’s a crime to waste all those climbing red roses and this gorgeous sunshine. I’ll help.” “You musta had a good time last night, Miss Tony,” Annabel giggled. “You look prettier’n a movie actress. You ain’t got yourself engeged already, has you, Miss Tony?” And the black girl’s eye flashed a know•ing grin at the white girl’s radiant, lovely face. “You’re psychic, Annabel. Which means you believe in ghosts and ought'to make a living as a fortune teller. Not really engaged, Annabel,” Tony laughed. “Just’ teasin’ him along, so’s it won’t seem So wicked for him to kiss you lots,” Annabel deduced wisely, if impertinently. It was hard not to be “free and easy” with Tony, for her own blithe frankness, invited intimacy from everyone she met. _ “Reckon it’s that Valentino young man—Mr. Talbot. You two sure make a grand looking couple, Miss Tony. All the other girls are gonna be stroppin’ their razors and layin’ in wait for you, Miss Tony!—. Tony paused in the doorway, a tray of gaudily brilliant English breakfast dishes balanced on her spread fingers. “Annabel, you’re immense! That’s probably the reason I’m half-en-gaged to him. Aren’t girls the very devil, Annabel? Oh, have you ever been engaged?”

one extreme to another. Now it was doubt What could Bertie Lou mevi? Not really that Rod and she had parted?^Lila took'courage on the barest chance that this could be Bertie Lou’s meaning. She decided to remain silent, lest she divulge too much. Perhaps, after all, Rod had not told Bertie Lou about last hight and the scene on the balcony. “You can tell Rod that he needn’t have run away like a whipped cur,” Bertie Lou continued, growing warmer. “I wouldn’t have put out a finger to stop him. I want you both to know that. “Ever since you began crawling around after him I’ve given you every chance, because I couldn’t loye a man who wanted a girl like you, Lila, even if it was only after you’d used every knew to make him care for you.” Lila flushed and lost some of- her caution. She was sure now that Bertie Lou did not know Rod had scorned her. “You hadn’t any right to interfere,” she said brazenly. “You knew when you married Rod that I still loved him. I made no secret of that. And anyone but a fool would have guessed I’d have him back. “And how could you expect to hold the man I wanted?” she added with a sneer. “Rod was my man. You took him whe\i he didn’t care what happened. If he wanted to come back to me you hadn’t any right to try to stop him. You shouldn’t have caught a husband on the rebound as they say, my dear. It isn’t safe.” “Well, you’ve got him,” Bertie Lou replied, struggling hard to keep down her emotion. “And, I wish you both the sort of luck you deserve!” She wheeled and hurried out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Lila settled down on her pillows with a softly escaping sigh of relief issuing from her colorless lips. There was nothing to be feared from Bertie Lou, and her almost fanatical pride. “I’d like to see myself stand by and give up the man I loved, no matter what he thought about anyone else!” she thought, sneering at Bertie Lou. And Rod hadn’t gone to Bertie Lou with arty tales, after all. Lila took hope in that. It gave her a chance, a slim one perhaps, but nevertheless a chance, to put herself right with him until . . well, Lila told herself, people get used to shocking ideas. She might find a way to make herself irresistible. She reached out and touched the bell to summon her maid. She must find Rod immediately, and go down on her knees, if necessary, to profess her shame and remorse. Lila laughed. (To Be Continued) \

The black maid giggled as she joined Tony, her hands laden with a tray of berries, muffins, and coffee perculator. “Engaged, Miss Tony? Us cullud girls don’t go in heavy for engagements, but I been married twice—not very serious.” Tony shouted with laughter. “What .on earth do you mean, Annabel?” “Well, the first time I was only 14—down South it was—and my daddy sorta ’suaded Eli to marry me. But that nigger wasn't no good a-tall! So when he up apd left me I gots me a divorce, ari married Sammy. “Sammy’s one of then, sheiks, too —like your Mr. Dick. Only high brown. Then kind ain’t good stickers, Miss Tony, and—well, here I am, Miss Tony—no more husband than a rabbit, but I gots me a nice steady boy friend now, on’y he ain’t a boy—pret’ near 30 he is, and no great shakes to look at. “But he’s got money in the bank and a good job and he says he’s gonna make up to me for what them good-looking scamps done to me.” “How old are you, Annabel?” Tony asked curiously, her bright blue-diamond eyes seeking the pretty Negress clearly for the first time as a girl; not as a racial alien and a servant. “Goin’ on 20, but Lord, sometimes I feel as old as the hills,” Annabel replied seriously. “Don’t you be in too big a hurry, Miss Tony, at—this here marryin’ business. . . . But law, listen to me run on! Better call your Pa and Ma, Miss Tony.” (To Be Continued)

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