Indianapolis Times, Volume 40, Number 69, Indianapolis, Marion County, 10 August 1928 — Page 24

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THIS HAS HAPPENED BERTIE LOU and ROD BRYER arc v happily married, until LILA LOREE plots to separate them. She had once been engaged to Rod although she had refused to marry him because he was poor. She meets and marries wealthy CYRUS LOREE and persuades him to ' give Rod a splendid position because of her friendship for Bertie Lou. In order to see Rod without arousing suspicion, Lila endeavors to win Bertie Lou’s confidence by showering her with favors. Gradually she arouse* Rod s old infatuation for her and when * Bertie Lou discovers that they see each other secretly, she is heartbroken, and indulges in the dissipation ol wealthy wives which Lila had taught her. , Rod loses confidence in her and they drift farther apart, but he will not admit his renewed interest in Lila. This infuriates her and to make him more dependent on her, Lila fakes a jewel robbery in which it appears that Rod Is the thief, but she begs him to keep it secret to save his reputation. He discovers the trick, and she admits she t did it to gain his love. He repudiates her treachery and disloyalty to her husband, and she reminds him that his wife is out with young MARCO PALMER. He leaves her and drives to the Palmer home where he sees Marco and Bertie Lou in lounging robes and departs without learning that they were merely coming upstairs from a morning swim. When Bertie Lou gets home. Rod is gone, leaving no word, but a check for $2,000. Not realizing that he left because of his suspicions of her, Bertie Lou denounces Lila for trying to take him away from her. Both women try to locate Rod without success. Bertie Lou secures a position, and waits for Rod to get NOW V GO e ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXXVIII IT had been a long time since Bertie Lou had been to Rod s lawyer,. Everything had been settled. This summons could mean but one thing 1 Divorce! Well, it had to come. She was prepared for it. But, rather strangely, she thought, it still had the power to hurt —this legal separation. “Really It ought to be done by a surgeon,” she reflected; on the y;ay. “it’s just like a knife cutting *ight through the heart.” But that was not what she told Rod’s lawyer. “I supposed Mr. Bryer wants a divorce,” she began as soon As she was shown into his office. fife looked at her in surprise. “I’ve no objection,” Bertie Lou hurried bn, but he stopped her. “I’ve been requested by your husband to interview you on the subject of divorce.” he interrupted, “but it is not his intention to bring suit. He wishes to know if you want to free yourself.” Bertie Lou stared at him. At last she said, quietly: “If Rod wants a divorce let him say so. He can have it. Hut of course if he prefers to let me bring suit, I’d rather do that than be sued.” It was in her mind to add, “In View of the fact that I am the injured party.” But she remained silent, and the lawyer, not knowing that her very eoul was shuddering at the prospect, set her down among those women, who, whether they are the injured or the Innocent party, prefer to cast the stigma of divorce upon the husband. To sue is respectable. To be sued is . . . “well, you know, my dear, it sort of reflects upon one.” The lawyer reported to Rod later that Mrs. Bryer would start suit in the spring. Rod. understood that Bertie Lou was not in a hurry to jnarry Marco. Perhaps for some reason of the latter’s. His family maybe. And it appeared reasonable that' Bertie Lou should prefer not to lengthen unnecessarily the period during which she must assume the ■role of a divorcee before she could marry again He believed she was protecting her family. It would be easier for them to have it all over with in as short a time as possible—the divorce and her marriage to Marco. Rod’s letters from home advised him that Bertie Lou was working. His mother had heard it from Mrs. Ward. That was something Rod could not understand. It was inconsistent. Molly Fraser told him that Bertie Lou was always with young Palmer. “Sse comes around about twice a week, “Molly informed him. "But I don’t encourage her, Rod, because I think it’s simply scandalous the way she behaved. And that young Mr. Palmer is always with her.” Bertie Lou knew that she was not encouraged at Molly’s, but she did not go there because it pleased her to do so, by any means. She had not forgotten the anonymous note she still believed that Molly had written ner about Lila and Rod while she was in Wayville. And Molly had heard a lot of : made-up tales about Bertie Lou, from Lila. She was anything but j cordial when Bertie Lou called,! driven to suffer Molly’s attitude through a desire to learn something about Rod. His lawyer had refused her his address or news of him. At Rod’s request. She couldn’t get much information concerning him from Wayville, either. In response to her requests urging her mother to ask Rod’s mother for his address, and,-wheth-er it was true or not —Mrs. Ward couldn’t say—Mrs. Byer claimed she did not know it. “They address their letters to Rod through , general delivery,” she wrote to Bertie Lou. Once or twice Bertie Lou was so desperate she considered going to Lila, but she never could quite bring herself to do that. She wondered that Lila had not left Cyrus. “But I suppose she’s waiting until I get a divorce so she can be sure of Rod before she gives up Cy,” she told herself. “I never would have thought Rod would stand for a thing like that! Well, they can wait until Spring if it’s left to me.” She was willing to divorce Rod. but the immediate prospect of it—the coming face to face with the actual first step—had appalled her. She could not go through with it—not yet, at least. But If Bertie Lou was thinking unflattering thoughts of Rod’s attention in the whole matter he was inclined to think more highly of her than he had since Lila started poisoning his mind against her. It certainly reflected a great deal of credit upon Bertie Lou to be earning her own living, he thought, and not accepting her support from Marco Palmer. All the more reason, though, for thinking they would marry some day. Anyone must respect and admire all the more a girl with an independent spirit, Rod admitted. But why, if Bertie Lou was willing to work, did she live such a fast pace at night Molly said she looked

like the ghost of her former self — that she was heavily made up to “hide her dissipation,” and that she “smoked incessantly.” And what had become of the money he’d given her, Rod wondered. What he did not know was that Bertie Lou ran with Marco’s crowd because she was afraid to be alone —afraid of her memories and the uninvited pictures that came to her mind when she was not “whooping it up” with a mad, impetuous band of feckless youngsters. Marco liked her to be happy. If Marco dropped her Bertie Lou didn’t know what she would do. Go mad, she supposed. She would if she had to sit in her hall bedroom and face her dreary future. Her loveless, drab, homeless future! Better to please Marco while she could; at least until he realized that she meant it when she said she wouldn’t marry him. After that well, that time hadn’t come. And it was gay to go around with Marco. They went to places where wickedness was refined at any rate, and Marco’s friends were not vulgar. Mostly they had soured on life for one reason or another and would be like that for a few years more probably. In the meantime they had to make fun to keep in the running. Bertie Lou did not dare let go. She became their leader and Marco was proud of her. But it could not last. One day she collapsed at work. And her employer sent her to a hospital. Then he called in Marco. Bertie Lou’s wild days were over. She was a trembling hysterical wreck. But she wouldn’t let them telegraph her mother. The doctor said she would get well. And Marco promised to see that she kept qu’et when she got up. Marco was a chastened young man. The doctor had held him responsible—yes, him, and his father also for his too generous allowance. Bertie Lou’s employer held her position open for her and paid her bills. To save him expense she insisted upon being taken back to her rooming house as soon as she was able to be moved. There, during the long lonely hours of staring at a cheap picture on the faded paper-covered wall, or of hurting her eyes trying to look through the coarse lace curtains over a dirty window, she evolved a plan that was half-dream, halfhope, for something to do when she was well again. She shouldn’t go back to seeking i forgetfulness In the way that had put her in the hospital. She supposed she must lose Marco—she hated that—he was a dear companion when he wasn’t begging her to marry him some day. But what use

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When her and her father’s arms were locked about her mother’s resisting body, a resolution clamored sudden.y in the girl’s heart: “Can’t stand it a minute longer. Got to see Sandy Ross. Got to! Nobody but Sandy will do.” The cream-and-tan roadster shot out of the driveway. Tony Tarver was going “home,” to that section of the city where she had grown from a rollicking, rompered baby into a gay, carefree girl, “home” to Sandy Ross, who had grown up with her, and whom she loved as frankly and unanalytically as she loved her father. She could not imagine a world of her own which did not contain Sandy Ross. She had run to him with all her griefs and problems and joys. Not that he ever said anything much, or petted her to console here. . . Not Sandy! “Isn’t that a gorgeous joke on Pat and his nice new money?” Tony demanded of herself. “I’m homesick for Myrtle Street.” On nearly every front porch a middle-aged man sat reading the Sunday paper. All along the street was a Sunday feeling, of June, sunshine and home—lazy Sunday peace after six days of hard work. Tony had come home. Her slim body quivered with a sudden deep happiness, sweeter for the strange melancholy that held her. She stopped the car before a house that held a middle-aged man in stockinged feet and a middleaged woman in starched percale, placidly shelling peas. “Hello, Mom Ross! Hello, Pop! Do I get an invitation to dinner or don’t I?” Tony sang out, in her thrilling young voice. “Hello, Tony! Tie that yeller horse of yours and come in!” Pop Ross shouted. “Where’s Sandy?” Tony shouted back. Fat Mrs. Ross set down her pan of peas and waddled placidly down to the gate as her husband shouted his answer: “Always Sandy! ‘Where’s Sandy?’ Where do you think he is? Over at the aviation field of course. Kidnap him and bring him back to dinner.” Mrs. Ross leaned upon the gate and surveyed the girl in the roadster with twinkling, kindly grey eyes. “We been reading about you in thq society columns, Tony. “Pop thought maybe you’d be too grand for the likes of us, but I said, ‘Pshaw, Pop! Don’t you know Tony Tarver yet?’ Sandy’ll be glad to see you, honey. Tell him there’s blue-

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I could he have for a girl who was no longer able to keep up with his pace? He’d been a darling during her illness. Fresh flowers every day and baskets of luscious fruits. Books, too, but somehow she couldn’t read; she couldn’t concentrate on anything but her own affairs, her tragic, hopeless affairs. For she felt that her life was done, that she never could find anything to live for again. That was tragic —unless this plan she had would help. She let her eyes rove over the shabby room and come to rest on Marco’s latest offering of flowers. She saw them through a mist of tears, and looked away. They reminded her Marco was the last friend she had, and pretty soon there would be no more flowers from him. She must send him on his way. The others, people she had met through him, did not count. Neither did any of Molly’s or Lila’s friends. The only persons who cared anything, about her now were in Wayville. And Bertie Lou wasn’t going home. She was going to do something else—something interesting. Something that thrilled her just to think of it. It wouldn’t last forever—the pain and pleasure-mixed undertaking, but it would take the edge off her unhappiness while she went through the ordeal of divorcing Rod. After that she wouldn’t need distraction quite so much, and she always would have something to dream over. She was turning the though over in her mind, developing it and getting more excited each moment when someone knocked on her door. “Come in,” she called. The door opened and a round, good-natured face with heaps of freckles and a nice grin was poked in. May I come all the way in?” its owner inquired. “I’m glad to have you,” Bertie Lou told her. And so she was. For a week now she had received a daily visit from her neighbor in the next room, Bessie Rogers. Bessie was a shopgirl and a devoted little soul to any one she liked. She had liked Bertie Lou after her first call. They had not really met until Bertie Lou came home from the hospital. “Anything I can do?” she asked after sniffing the flowers. It was a never-ending source of conjecture with her that Bertie Lou got such costly blooms. But she was not inquisitive. “Yes,” Berde Lou replied. “You can help if you like to listen. I’ve a perfectly mad, but heavenly Idea that I’ve got to talk over with some one.” (To Be Continued)

berry pie for dinner. You’re prettier’n ever, but, land, I beer, thinking that every time I’ve seen you since you was a year old.” “That’s right—spoil me!” Tony laughed, starting her engine. “It’s a pity Sandy didn’t inherit >me of your blarney, Mom. Dinner at 2, as usual? Gosh, it’s great to be home!” The motor and Tony’s heart sang exultantly: “Going to see Sandy! Going to see Sandy!” (To Be Continued) INSECT WAR PLANNED Scientists to Study Ravages Costing U. S. Billions. ITHACA, N. Y., Aug. 10.—The ravages of insects, estimated at over two billion dollars annually in the United States alone, will be studied comprehensively by world scientists when the fourth international congress on entomology meets at Cornell University from Aug. 12 to Aug. 18 Leading entomologists of the world, including over 100 foreign delegates, have registered. Dial Twisters Daylight Saving Time Meters Given in Parentheses WFBM (276) INDIANAPOLIS (Indianapolis Power & Light Cos.) 4:oo—Studio recital. 4:so—ltems of interest from Indianapolis Times Want Ads. s:oo—Correct time; State road conditions, Indiana State Highway commission. s:ls—"What’s Happening,” Indianapolis Times. S:3O—A Chapter a Day” from the New Testament. s:so—“Care of the Hair and Scalp,” Stanley E. Horrall, Hair-A-Gain Studios. s:ss—Baseball scores right off the bat. 6:oo—Correct time; Ed. Rosener with WFBM dinner ensemble, Dick Powell, soloist. 6:4s—Fire prevention talk, Horace Carey 7:oo—Mendelssohn trio with soloists. 7:3O—U. 8. ' Navy recruiting talk, H. W. Elke. 7:3s—Dental hygiene, Indianapolis Dental Association. 7:4s—The Crooning Minstrel. 6:oo—Travoil trio, courtesy Noble Oil Company. B:3o—lmperial Philipinos. o:oo—The Club Salon orchestra. o:3o—Jones Whitaker Chevrolet Company, Four Chevrolet entertainers. 10:30—“The Columnist.” 10:45—Katie Wilhelm at the Baldwin. WKBF (252) INDIANAPOLIS (Hoosier Athletic Club) s:oo—Late news bulletins and sports 6:oo—Dinner concert. 7:oo—Konjoja hour. 8:00—Bromley House and Benita Annis. B:3o—Mary Traub Busch trio. o:oo—Mrs. Benjamin Miner and Benita Annis. Best Daylight*Features WKBF (252) INDIANAPOLIS (Hoosier Athletic Club) A. M. 10:00—Recipe exchange. 10:15—Pana trope. 10:25—“Interesting Bits of Hostory,” courtesy of Indianapolis public library. 10:30—WKBF shopping service. 11:30—Livestock and -grain market; weather and shippers forecast. WFBM (275) INDIANAPOLIS (Indianapolis Power A Light Cos.) P. M. 3:oo—Correct time, courtesy Julius C. Walk Se Son; livestock market;

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