Indianapolis Times, Volume 40, Number 76, Indianapolis, Marion County, 18 August 1928 — Page 10

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THIS HAS HAPPENED BERTIE LOU and ROD BRYER are happily married, until LILA LOREE plots to separate them. For months she works to arouse Rod’s interest write poisoning his mind against his wife. When Bertie Lou discovers that they see each other secretly she is heartbroken and flirts with young MARCO PALMER to retaliate. Rod will not commit himself to Lila, and she finally gets tired of waiting and wants him to go away with her. He repudiates her disloyalty to her husband and she taunts him by saying that his wife is out with Marco. Rod goes to the Palmer 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 Lou with no explanation, resigns his position and drifts from one job to another trying to avoid old haunts. Both women try to find him, in vain. Bertie Lou obtains a position. expecting Rod to get a divorce. Loneliness causes her to accept Marco’s attentions although she refuses to marry him. Bertie Lou decides to buy a little house that she and Rod had admired when they were first married. When the houye is furnished, she decides to sell it aod is surprised when Rod answers the ad. Acting through her friend BESSIE, as agent, she finally arranges to let Rod live there as caretaker. Things went well until Bessie reported one day that Rod hail had a woman caller in the "dream home.” NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY

CHAPTER XLV IT has. been Tom Fraser this time who had told Lila where Rod could be found. Rod had stayed on in Bertie Lou’s little cottage until his money "was gone. When he took himself to taask for being so impractical he excused his weaknness on the ground that it benefited his health. But he had been forced to go to Tom for a loan, and because he was not sure that Lila had obtained his former address from the Frasers, he did not ask Tom not to let her have his present one. He had no wish to tell any one the truth about Lila. As for his health, he had in truth lost the emaciated look that had wrung Bertie Lou’s heart and caused her to keep him in the cottage in spite of her belief that his conduct toward her had been unforgivable. She did not forget his remark to Bessie, either, and she still felt that he wasn’t happy in exile from the Loree menage. This kept her making even the slightest overture*toward a reconciliation with hm. *’Jt as the time when she must “discharge” him came nearer she knew more and more certainly that it would be another heartbreak to lose him. And what would become of him if she let him drift on again? After all. Rod was still very young; he could make all kinds of mistakes before the innate strength of his character asserted itself, and he was ready for the highway of progress again. Bertie Lou put it off as long as she could. And then came Bessie with her story of the golden hairpins and a scented handkerchief on Rod’c (resser. One factor that colored the tale was Bessie’s misguided devotion to Bertie Lou. She knew that Marco wanted to marry Bertie Lou and she hated to see a dead romance stand in the way. How could any one compare these two young men? Os course Mr. Brown was good looking; she told Bertie Lou that it was “cropping out on him now like new hair on a flea-bitten dog. He doesn’t look starved any more.” But Mr. Palmer was good looking too, and wasn’t he just wonderful to -Bertie Lou? Bessie forgot that she had always said she would marry for love. It was her opinion that Bertie Lou was "batty” to refuse Marco Palmer. So she did not hesitate to let Bertie Lou see that she belived Rod had used her house as a rendezvous for a clandestine love affair. Bertie Lou was furious. In her house! And there was no mistaking who the woman was. Lila used golden hairpins. In her rage Bertie Lou had a flash of enlightenment. It came to her as clear as crystal that Lila had sought Rod out and brought this thing to pass. That would account for his having changed his name. In an instant her opinion of Rod was reversed. He had some decency after all! But not enough to withstand Lila’s vamping. Unless. .. . Bertie Lou wished she hadn’t thought of cared too much for Lila to risk causing Cyrus to divorce her. But at any rate it was Lila who pursued him. There was no one else he needed to hide from. It wasn’t likely that he would crawl away under an assumed name unless he wanted to escape a temptation he feared. Bertie Lou wished she could take hold of him and shake him as a dog shakes a rat. Why couldn’t he stand up and tell Lila to go to the devil? But at least he had run—that was something. He had made an effort to break with Lila. Lila ought to be shot, Bertie Lou declared in a rage. And in a rage she went to Lila. The butler was going to refuse her admittance, on Lila’s orders, issued when her name was taken up. It 'was morning, the morning after Bessie had told her story, and Bertie Lou had forgotten all about going to work in her determination to face Lila. But Bertie Lou brushed past him and burst in upon Lola, who greeted her with stony silence. Bertie Lou was going to speak her mind to Lila. Then she would go straight out to Moonfields and order Rod out of her house. She would be through with both of them forever and if Marco wanted her to she would marry him as soon as she was free. “If I didn’t despise you and Rod both too much to care anything about you I’d go to Cyrus and tell him that you w r ere at Moonflelds,” she said in a tight, hard voice. Lila sat up with a start. She had been contemplating some cutting insult to offer Bertie Lou, but the latter's knowing about her visit to Rod made a difference. Lila wondered apprehensively how she had found out. Bertie Lou’s remark revealed something else besides—something that Lila was not too disturbed to realize. If Bertie Lou despised her and Rod too much to care what happened to them she wouldn’t be hsre. Lila smiled slyly. |so Bertie

Lou still loved Rod, did she? Well, she would give her a point or two to wriggle on! “Sit down,” she said, motioning toward a chair near the bed. Bertie Lou continued to stand. “Why don’t you let Rod alone?” she blazed out at Lila. “Let him alone?” Lila repeated. "My dear,” she laughed, “do you imagine I want anything to do with the caretaker of a dinky cottage?” Bertie Lou turned white with anger. So Rod wasn’t good enough for Lila now! “You know who’s responsible for that,” she cried furiously. “Rod can thank you for ruining him.” “Oh, can he? Well, maybe you'd like to know that he thanks you!” Lila returned mockingly. She enjoyed Bertie Lou's look of amazement. “Yes, you,” she went on sweetly. “You made a nice mess of everything right in the beginning. But Rod tried to be true to yeu in spite of finding out that he’d never loved anyone but me.” She paused to savor Bertie Lou’s slight wince. “He loves me now,” Lila went on, “and he always has. It didn’t take your affair with Marco Palmer to open his eyes to that! But he stuck to you just the same until he saw MarCo come out of your room. And you can be sure he’d have killed you both if he hadn't heard Marco address you as the future Mrs. Palmer.”

Bertie Lou stared at her like a person in the grip of catalepsy. Not a muscle of her body moved; only her eyes burned with a sudden brightness that frightened Lila. Finally: “What did you say?” she asked. Her voice sounded strange to her own ears, with a faraway dissonance straining through it. “Y'ou heard me.” Lila told her crisply. “The night I refer to . . she stopped significantly for a second . . . “was out at the Palmer place on the South Shore . . . that ‘house party,’ last fall. I guess you remember it all right.” Bertie Lou leaned forward and gripped the footboard of the bed with hands that showed white as snow through the knuckles. “Did Rod tell you that?” she asked, still speaking in an unnatural voice. Lile shrugged. “Why not? Every one’s been talking about you and Marco. I asked Rod what he was to do about it and he said there wasn’t any need to do anything because you and Marco were going to marry. “Naturally I didn't believe him, and I dare say I taunted him a little for letting you get a divorce to save your own face.

THE NEW Saint-Sinner ByyJnr: eAustin

It had been arranged that Crystal was to go downtown with her cousin. Bob Hathaway, on Monday morning to look for a position as a stenographer. When she appeared at the breakfast table Bob looked over the top of his paper with a casual “good morning,” then lowered it to stare at the girl frowningly. “Good heavens, Crystal, you ' ok like a Main Street imitation of a Broadway chorus girl!” he exclaimed disgustedly. “You’re going to look for a job in an office, not in the Princess stock company—unless you’ve changed your plans overnight.” “Bob!” Faith cried, her pity for the girl making her voice sharp with anger to her husband. “You ought to be ashamed of yourself. You’d think he was your brother, not just your cousin, Crystal.” “All right—l’m sorry,” Bob conceded, with a shame-faced grin at Faith. “Byt look at her, honey. That’s not the right sort of rig to go job-hunting in, now is it?” Crystal was still standing beside his chair, her fingers gripping the back of it hard. Her hazel eyes, wide with hurt, were filling with tears that threatened to make a mess of her thickly mascaroed lashes. Her marcelled brown hair had the false glint of too much brilliantine; her cheeks were thickly coated with rachel-tinted powder and orangecolored rouge; her broad mouth wore a small, scarlet, greasy Cupid’s bow. Her dress was an extremely short sleeveless slip of yellow silk, drawn with a narrow belt of bright green in tightly at the normal waistline leather, which was matched in her green leather sandals, worn with sheer nude silk hose. “Maybe something a little more conservative would be better,” Faith suggested gently. “A dark-blue crepe de chine with long sleeves perhaps? That dress will be lovely for tennis,” she consoled the girl. Later, while Faith was looking through Crystal’s closet for a suitable dress, Cystral sat in a disconsolate huddle on the dressing table oench and surveyed her denuded face with bitter distaste. “Bod doesn’t like me,” she said suddenly. “Nobody likes me. Other girls wear loud clothes and the men think they're cute, but if I—oh, Faith, not that dress!” she wailed, as Faith lifted a simple dark-blue two-piece dress from a hanger. “It’s year before last’s and two inches below my knees! And it makes me look like a dowdy college girl.” “I’ll baste on a collar of accordi-an-pleated white georgette that I have,” Faith told her firmly. “And if it’s really too long. I can pin up the straps. But it certainly should be long enough to cover your knees. Crystal. Bob’s right, really, dear. You're going to look for a job—” “But I’ll work for a man when I find a job, and—and—well, I bet Cherry didn’t dress like a nun when she was working. I heard Joy say that Cherry got engaged to every single man she worked for.” Faith flushed and her hands

“Then he told me he’d heard it from Palmer himself. Well, after that it wok easy to get the rest. And I don’t see where you get of to talk to other people about despising them!” “You mean that Rod was there, at the Palmer house?” Bertie Lou whispered. “That night?” “Yes, are you worried?” “And he believed . . . what he told you?” "What else could he believe? It was very early in the morning. You don’t think Rod is a fool, do you?” Bertie Lou did not answer her. She was thinking of her return from Marco’s party, when she found Rod’s note. Could he really have been at the Palmer estate? Yes, he had time to reach home, before she arrived. And if he hadn’s been there when he said he was how could he have known that Marco had been in her room? But what had brought him out there anyway? She had an impression that Lila could tell her, but she would not ask. No wonder he had deserted her if he had seen or heard nothing but Marco’s exit from her room and her parting words—his promise to return and breakfast with her. “I think both Rod and I have been fools.” she said to Lila, a remark which puzzled the latter. “And thank you very much for telling me what you have. I thought Rod had left me for your sake,” she added. Lila flushed. She had overlooked that point. “Oh, if you take any comfort in having held him against his will until he found out about you and Palmer ...” she began, but Bertie Lou cut her short. “You know I didn’t try to hold him.” she declared. “But I’m sorry I didn’t have enough faith in him not to believe he would desert me for you.” Lila smiled, a smile that was calculated to deceive Bertie Lou. “Don’t flatter yourself, my dear,” she said. “I could have taken him any time I wanted to. ” ~ “It looks like it, the way he's tried to keep away from you!” Bertie Lou was hitting in the dark, but she came very close to the mark. Lila did not know how much or how little Bertie Lou knew of her attempts to win Rod back to her. She was still wondering how Bertie Lou knew she had been at Moonfields. She didn't believe Rod had told her. “Well, you don’t think he wanted me to know that he’s sunk so low I.e has to borrow money from his o and friends, do you? she asked caimly. (To Be Continued!

trembled as she put the blue dress back on the hanger. "Wear what you’ll feel happiest in, Crystal,” she said coldly. (To Be Continued)

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