Indianapolis Times, Volume 40, Number 74, Indianapolis, Marion County, 16 August 1928 — Page 8

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THIS HAS HAPPENED BERTIE LOU and ROD BRYER are '.lappily married, until LILA LOREE plots to separate them. For months she works ti arouse Rod’s interest in her while she 61, nts seeds of doubt in his mind about lerlie Lou. When Bertie Lou discovers tha. they see each other secretly she is heartbroken and flirts with young MARCO PALMER to retaliate. Rod will not commit himself to Lila, although he and Bertie Lou have drifted far apart. Tired of her waiting game. Lila tells Rod she loves him and wants him to go away wiht her. He repudiates her disloyalty to her husband, and she taunts him by saying that his wife is out with Marco. Rod drives to the Falmor estate where he sees Marco and Bertie Lou in lounging attire and departs without learning that they were merely coming upstairs from the swimming pool. Rod leaves Bertie Tou with no' explanation, resigns his position and drifts from one thing to another trying to avoid old haunts. Both women try to find him without success. Bertie Lou obtains a position expecting Rod to get a divorce. The suspense and dreariness of her lot cause her to seek forgetfulness in Marco’s gay crowd. She has a nervous breakdown and, while convalescing, decides to buy a ‘‘dream home” with the money Rod had sent her when he left. Marco begs her to marry him, but she tells him she still loves Rod. She finishes her house and advertises it for sale. She is surprised when Rod answers the ad, and conceals herself while he looks at the house. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY • CHAPTER XLIII BERTIE LOU could not forgive Rod, she decided, yet she did pity him. Pitied him so that she could not endure the thought of letting him walk out of her door and perhaps out of Her life forever. It least she called it pity. . . . This impulse, mood or longing, whatever it was, that had brought i-iim out to Moonfields might be but a passing phase of his adjustment to his new existence. Bertie Lou told herself that he might never come again. But what could she do? Rush out and confront him? Banish all thought of his return? That was what it would mean, to reveal her presence now, she believed. Besides, she did not wish to talk to him. Her mind was still in a daze. She wanted time to think. But how could she hold Rod until she knew what to do? There must be some way! Yet she was utterly unable to reach a solution. Rod went on with Bessie from room to room while Bertie Lou fantistically searched for a means to delay his inevitable departure. He did not seem to be in a great hurry to go. She was thankful for that. The obvious thing, of course, would have been to attract Bessie’s attention and summop her to her side for a moment and ask her to obtain Rod’s address. But Bertie Lou was too excited, too bewildered, to think rationally. She did, however, manage to motion Bessie to her without being seen by Rod. A perfectly crazy idea, as she characterized it, had come to her. Bessie excused herself and left Rod alone. He could hear an animated conversation going on in low tones in the kitchen while he waited. In a few minutes Bessie returned to his side. She asked him point blank if he liked the house. Rod said yes, but that he ought to apologize for having taken up so much of her time inasmuch as he feared the purchase of it would be quite beyond his means. Bessie did not appear to be disappointed. “How would you like to liye here?” she blurted out, and Bertie Lou, in the kitchen, groaned silently. Rod looked startled. “Why .. . is the house for rent?” he evaded. “No, it’s not,” Bessie informed him, “and the owner doesn’t want to sell it, either. It was built to rent at first and then sh . . er . . he decided to sell it. But something has happened and it’s going to be taken off the market.” Much of this was true. Bertie Lou had changed her mind about renting the place. It was after a visit to it, when she had gone away feeling much to the unhappiness of the past to go on with her plans for renting the property. Every time she came to -Moonfields she was thrown deeper into painful regret. Instead of erecting a house wherein she could relive, in her memory, the fleeting joy of her honeymoon, she discovered that she had built a prison. In it she could not escape from thoughts of Rod that were so vivid she could almost feel his presence in the little cottage. Marco, who sometimes insisted upon coming out with her in spite of her protests, noticed that she was always greatly agitated over the visits, especially when the house was nearing completion and the furniture was arriving. When it was fully furnished at last and every piece was in its proper place, Bertie Lou herself saw that she had built a heart-break-ing memorial. On the way home from her last trip out with Marco she told him she was going to dispose of the house. It was a sudden decision. She regretted it later, after she had inserted the advertisement placing it on the market, but she overrode her loathing to part with it and if Rod had beeen a bona fide purchaser she would have gone through with the deal. But it was impossible to think of letting it go now that it had brought Rod to the door. Unless, of course, her fantastic plan failed to work. “If only Bessie doesn’t fumble it!” “The owner is looking for a caretaker,” Bessie was telling Rod whil* Bertie Lou agonized over her ability to handle the situation. “Yes?” Rod said politely. He could not see what that had to do with him. “You ... you wouldn’t like the position, would you?” she went on, and i Bertie Lou flopped helplessly into a blue chair. Bessie might as well have held up a signpost to Rod, she thought. Offering a stranger a job like that! But Bessie had a surprise in store for her. “Os course we’d have to know that you’re a respectable man,” she hurried along, before Rod could formulate an answer. Bertie Lou pricked up her ears. That wasn’t so bad—maybe Bessie wasn’t so dumb after *ll. “What makes you think I need a r job?” Rod asked. He wondered if

he looked hungry and someone had taken pity on him. Bessie was equal to the occasion. “I didn’t think about it,” she said, undisturbed, “but you said you liked the house and I just thought maybe, if you were all right and wanted to live here, you might get the job.” Rod laughed. “Well, I’ve never been a caretaker,” he told her, thinking how little indeed he had taken care of the most precious thing in life. “What would I have to do?” “Oh, I don’t know yet. I’ll have to see the oener.” “How about my seeing him?” Rod inquired. Bessie suppressed a giggle. “He isn’t here,” she said quickly. "Anyway, I’m his agent. And I know what he’ll pay you. Is isn’t very much, in fact you get your rent as most of it.” “I suppose that’s reasonable for a little place like this,” Rod agreed. “Why doesn’t the owner live in it?” “He has another home, and he only wants someone here until # he decides what to do with the place.” Bessie added the last bit of information on her own account. It was her private opinion that Bertie Lou was going “nutty.” Making her ask a perfect stranger to live here! She expected anything now and was preparing a way out for Bertie Lou. v “I don’t know but I’d like the job,” Rod said musingly. “That is if I can qualify.” “I can let you know more about it in an hour,” Bessie said. “Suppose you come back then.” “All right,” Rod replied. An hour would give him time 'to think it over. When he was gone Bessie stormed out tb the kitchen and demanded to know what Bertie Lou had on her mind. “Say, what is this?” she asked heatedly. “That bimbo’s going to come back; I’m sure he is, and what am I going to tell him? This isn’t my idea of a joke at all.” “It isn’t a joke,” Bertie Lou assured her. “Sweet spirits of nitre! You aren’t really going to hire him are you? A perfect stranger?” Bertie Lou smiled. “He isn’t a stranger,” she exclaimed. “I’m sorry I can’t tell you all about it, Bessie, but he’s a young man I used to know.” Bessie’s eyes were popped wide ■open. She sensed a mystery. “Well, I thought you were cracked,” she declared honestly, “and I was going to tell your friend about it.” She meant Marco. “Don’t worry. I haven’t felt better for a long time,” Bertie Lou avowed. “Then tell me everything I’ve got to know,” Bessie besought her. “So I won’t make a fool of myself.” They went into conference and brought up all that each could think of in connection with a caretaker’s duties. “I wish you’d see him yourself,”

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When Tony Tarver swerved her roadster into the driveway of the new Tudor house that her father’s "sudden money” had provided, she saw her mother and father seated on one of the garden benches. “Hello, parents!” she sang out as joyously as if she did not know that Peg was angry with her for having run away from Sunday dinner. "How idyllic you two look. Bill and coo for Tony! Aw, come on—bill and coo, like a nice couple.” She swung out of the car, ran with a long-legged, swift grace across the lawn and plopped herself down in her father’s lap. “Where have you been, Nomy?” her mother demanded petulantly. “We waited dinner for you. And the phone’s been ringing for you all day and—” “Darling Peg, please don’t ever wait diner for me,” Tony pleaded gaily. “I feel it coming on that I’m going to miss a lot of meals. I’ve been to see Sandy, and I wheedled him into taking me up in his airplane. Thrills! Ecstacy! I’m going to learn to fly myself. You ought to try it, Peg—” Her mother drew a deep breath and expelled passionate indignation upon it. “Antoinette Naomi Tarver! Eyen if you are a big girl, i’ll whip you if I ever hear of your going up in an airplane again! Do you want to get yourself killed or crippled, and with that Sandy Ross, too—’ “Then I hope you won’t hear of it, for I’d be quite a handful to whip, Peg,” Tony said evenly, a dangerous glint in her blue-diamond eyes. “But I’m not going to promise not to go up again. “As for Sandy—he isn’t ‘that Sandy Ross,’ he’s ‘the Sandy Ross,” almost as famous in this State as Lindbergh. I wouldn’t exchange Sandy Ross for all the new friends that Pat’s money has* brought buzzing around us—” Pat Tarver had been silent during the inevitable clash between mother and daughter, but the hard pressure of his hand upon Tony’s had told her that she had his sympathy. He spoke now: “Tony’s right, Peg. My girl isn’t a snob and I’d lick it out of her if she was. There’s nothing wrong with Sandy Ross, and thousand things that are right, even if he hasn’t a drawing room set of manners and a ‘line,’ like these young idiots whose daddies have always had money and who’ve been away to school.” “Attaboy, Pat!” Tony applauded, laying her cheek against her father’s. “That’s right!” Mrs. Tarver complained bitterly. “You two always take sides against me. I suppose you’d' be tickled foolish, Pat, if Nomy marries this flying fool and has to go back to Myrtle Street to live—” “Don’t worry about that, Peg darling,” Tony pleaded, melting tc-

l Bessie said when it was near the time for Rod’s return. “It would spoil everything. He’s hiding from the people who know him,” Bertie Lou explained. “You mustn’t mention me at all.” Bessie was more agog than ever. “Is it safe to have him here?” she asked. “He isn’t a fugitive, if that’s what you’re thinking,” Bertie Lou smiled. “I’m not after a reward.” Bessie subsided. “Well, if he doesn’t guess there’s somethin/: phony about this he’s dumber than he looks.” she stated. Rod was inclined to question, for it did seem strange to him that any one should want a caretaker to live in a humble little place like that cottage. Still, it was furnished, and a caretaker was more dependable than a tenant. And a tenant could not be put out at a moment’s notice. As for Bessie’s claim to being the owner’s agent—she was a friend probably, acting in that capacity. And too zealous in her duties to allow him to deal directly with the owner. And the work itself. Why shouldn’t he take it? Perhaps if he got aw r ay from accounts and ledgers and balances for a while he would be able to hold the next position that came his way. But hadn’t he been away from them? Oh, that was different—being out of a job. He worried. There was a lot to do around a new place too. He wouldn’t have to sit around much. The lawn was in, but it wasn’t doing very well, and there was room for a vegetable garden and he could build a rose arch—do a lot of things—the things he’d do if he owned the place. If it only paid him enough to buy hla food. . . . Promptly at the end of the hour he was back on Bertie Lou’s front porch. This time when Bessie admitted him there was no indication of anyone else being in the house. She led him to the kitchen. Rod sat on the same blue chair Bertie Lou had occupied a few minutes before. “The owner was here but he couldn’t wait to see you,” Bessie lied. “He told me everything you want to know, I guess. All you have to do is protect the place. You musn’t go away at night—all night, I mean—and of course you will have to take care of your own room. “I’ll come out once a week and clean it for you, and if you eat your meals in the house you will have to wash the dishes yourself.” She was very certain about that. “What’s the pay?” Rod asked. , “Well, as I said before,” Bessie hesitated, “the pay is small—five dollars a week, but if you have other work there’s no objection to your being away in the daytime.” “I think I’ll take it,” Rod declared, "on one condition.” (To Be Continued)

ward her mother as she invariably did when Peg became plaintive and “abused.” “Sandy’s never even tried to kiss me. “He’d hep off on a trans-Atlantic flight if r. could hear you suggest such a thing as his marrying me. Sandy isn’t in love with me, and I’m not in love with him. “We just love each other, deep down and way back to babyhood I’m safe with Sandy, Peg, safer than with any other man in the world.” “Oh, all right,” said Mrs. Tarver. “By the way, Dick Talbot’s waiting for you in the living room now. Thought he was too good to set out here with your father and me, I suppose. Acted like he had something on his mind.” “He has,” Tony laughed, as she swung off her father’s lap. But she did not run as she crossed the lawn. She walked slowly, almost with dragging steps. (To Be Continued)

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