Indianapolis Times, Volume 40, Number 78, Indianapolis, Marion County, 21 August 1928 — Page 8

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THIS HAS HAPPENED BERTIE LOU and ROD BEYER are happily married, until LILA LOREE plots to separate them. For months she ■works to arouse Rod’s interest while 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, who 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 coming upstairs from the swimming pool. _ Rod leaves Bertie Lon with no exJilanation, resigns his position and drifts rom one lob to another trying to avoid oid haunts. Both women try to find him in vain. Bertie Lou secures a position, expecting Rod to get a divorce. Loneliness causes her to accept Marco’s attentions although she refuses to marry him. She decides to buy a house that she and Rod had admired when they were first married. When the house is furnished, she decides to sell it and Is surprised when Rod answers the ad. Acting through her friend BESSIE, as agent, she arranges to let Rod live there as careThings go well until Bertie Lou finds that Lila has called on Rod there. Furious, she denounces Lila, who Informs her that she is through with Rod forever; also that he had left because of iealousy over Marco, after having seen hem together that morning. This explains many things to Bertie Lou and the plans a little surprise party. f NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XLVII ' *‘T T ERE ’ S a letter from your ■*l caretaker,” Bessie told Bertie Lou when the latter came into her room. “It was downstairs. I guess you’d better open it.” A moment later Bertie Lou announced that Mr. Brown was quitting. ‘‘Well, I think it’s a good thing,” Bessie declared openly. “Yes, it is,” Bertie Lou admitted. “It makes it easier for me. I won’t have to tell him to go.” Bessie brightened. “So you were getting on to yourself, were you?” she said. Bertie Lou smiled. “I haven’t been kidding myself, Bessie,” she answered. “But before Mr. Brown leaves Moonfields you’ve got to help me prepare a surprise for him.” “I’d like to know who’s going to help prepare a surprise for me,” Bessie demurred. “Because someone will have to use influence or I’ll never have the surprise of getting past Saint Peter at the gate. I’m as full of lies as a porcupine is of quills.” “Just a few more little ones,” Bertie Lou pleaded, “a good cause.” “What cause?” Mine . . . and Mr. Brown’s.” “H’m. Say, don’t you ever give Mr. Palmer a chance to bat? That guy could hit a home run with me any day.” Bertie Lou had no time to talk about Marco. “I want you to send Mr. Brown a telegram,” she said excitedly. “No, wait a minute; we can telephone to one of the neighbors. Do you know the name of the people next door?” "Sure, it’s Neighbor,” Bessie grinned. “No foolin’.” Bertie Lou jumped up and hurried out of the room. “I’ll get the telephone book,” she called back, “and we’ll see if they have a phone.” Soon she was back with the directory and they looked for the name Neighbor under the listings for Moonfields. It was not there. Then they went down to the telephone—it was in the lower hall—and asked for the information operator. She gave them the number. Bessie good-naturedly transmitted Bertie Lou’s message to Rod, though she pretended to be distressed over doing it. “Never mind,” Bertie Lou consoled her. “This will be the last time, Bessie. And you’ve been a darling. I won’t forget it.” “Not even when you’re Mrs. Marco Palmer?” Bessie teased. “You and Marco seem to have that all settled,” Bertie Lou smiled. “Persistence wins, they tell us at the store,” Bessie retorted. Bertie Lou looked at her like one who has suddenly come face to face with an undeniable fact of terrifying import. Would Marco finally break down her resistance? She had thought he never would bother with her again after the sudden leave she had taken of his party on Long Island. But, though he complained of it, it had made no difference in his determination to marry her. However, why worry about that now, she asked herself. Before anything of the kind could happen she would have her hour with Rod. She wouldn’t think of anything else! , „ “You won’t fall down on this? she asked Bessie doubtfully. Bessie bridled. “I’m a perfect liar,” she boasted. “Yes, you’ve gone beautifully,’’ Bertie Lou'assured her. “But you aren’t in sympathy with Mr. Brown. You might make him suspicious if you aren’t careful.” “Don’t worry, I’ll tell him just what you said.” And she did. The next day Rod came In answer to the telephone summons. He Understood that the owner of the cottage had read his letter and wanted to see him. in regard to his resignation from his Job. But the owner was away, and though he looked searchingly at Bessie as she told him this, he found nothing in her expression to arouse his suspicions about the business. “That’s odd,” he said. “I always seem to just miss him. He’s kind of an elusive bird, this Mr. Baker.” Bertie Lou, too, had assumed a name. For his benefit. She feared he would hear her own from her neighbors. She did not know them, but she surmised that they would inquire about the ownership of her cottage. Fortunately, the houses next to hers had been started later. She prevailed upon the development company to keep her name a secret and call her Mr. Baker. She took a chance on Rod hearing it from those who had learned it before she had any reason for concealing it. Another circumstance in her favor was Rod’s desire for solitude. He did not care to mingle with the fast growing population of Moonfields, so he missed hearing people say that, “it’s Baker who owns that place with the lovely flower beds; I thought it was Dryer, or something ■ like that.” “He’s a busy person,” Bessie

apologized, “and he’s awfully sorry to inconvenience you. He left your railroad fare both ways.” Rod took it. He couuldn’t afford to be called out on a wild goose chase—not with just a few dollars left of the money he had borrowed from Tom Fraser. “And he’ll see you sure before you leave,” she promised earnestly. “But I’d like to go tomorrow,” Rod replied. “I’ve found a position that requires overtime so I can’t stay with Mr. Baker. And of course if I’m not there evenings there’s no use my being there at all.” “The owner will fix everything up all right,” Bessie proclaimed. “Go ahead and make your plans.” “But I don’t like to\ leave the place unprotected ” Rod insisted. “Are you sure Mr. Baker understands that I want to leave immediately?” “Sure I’m sure. But we’d like to know that we can get in touch with you tonight. You will go right back to Moonfields, won’t you?” “Yes, I’ll be on the job until tomorrow evening,” Rod told her. “Maybe,” Bessie said to herself. Then, to Rod: “Mr. Baker may call up and I’ll tell him you went out again, on the first train.” “Mr. Baker” did call up, from the neighborly Neighbor’s house, and what she heard sent her flying back to her own cottage to plunge into the preparations that had engaged her before she put in the call to Bessie. She stopped in the kitchen door and sniffed. Spice cake! Rod’s cake! If he came before it was out of the oven, he ought to be reminded of happier days. But he couldn’t, of course. He had just left Bessie. She smiled over Bessie’s grumbling for having to spend her Saturday afternoon waiting for Rod, while Bertie Lou went out to Moonfields. But Bertie Lou had done some waiting herself. It had been necessary to spend a long hour in the stores that confronted the station, taking her time over her purchases, before she saw Rod come swinging down the street in a hurry to catch his train to New York. After that she had moved in a whirlwind of activity—except for the moment when she had stood :n a clothes closet and pressed her face to the old suit that hung there. One suit! And Rod liked good clothes. Oh. how she hated Lila! She opened the oven door to look at her cake. It was flat as a pancake! There was only one explanation. In her excitement she had forgotten to put in the baking powder. Well, it had filled the house with a delicious odor anyhow. Maybe, if she hurried faster she could bake another one. But first she must finish in the living room. It was too warm for the fire that Rod had pictured himself dining before, but they would have the re-

THE NEW Saint-Sinner ByjJnneJlmtin cma^msnyiajNc-

For two hours after her humilating experience in the “spy room” of the Interstate Finarfce Company, Crystal Hathaway walked the streets of Stanton’s business district, blindly, lyShe was so ill with anger and shame that she could not think coherently was entirely incapable of— -”ing new r" — ‘he finding of work. And yet she had to work, or starve, or—what was worse —be dependent upon her cousin Bob’s bounty. And she had alienated both Bob and Faith by insisting upon wearing the horrid yellow silk dress. Self-hatred flooded poor Crystal in sickening waves. In all her life she had never felt so like a creature at bay. Every person against whom she bumped in her blind flight up one street and down another seemed liek a human wolf snapping at her heels. Wild plans for self-destruction seethed through her tortured mind. She was a failure at everything she attempted; no one loved her; no one even kissed her, and all she asked in life was to be loved. . . . That terrible unseen man, spying on her, grinning maliciously as he watched her make up her face, arrange her skirt enticingly to show her knees. . . Oh, she would rather die than look for another job. . . . “Yoo-hoo, Crystal” A gay, thrilling voice, emphasized by the honk of a motor horn, cut across Crystal’s agony. . . . Somehow she reached Tony’s car, got into the seat beside her chum, even greeted her, before the storm broke. “Why, Crystal, darling, what in the world is the matter?” Tony marveled, as she shot her car through an opening in the traffic. “Here, darling, take my hanky. Cry lots, if you want to, then tell Tony. Had lunch yet? ... I thought not! “You look haggard with hunger. I’m supposed to be breaking bread with Dick Talbot at the Randolph, but I’d just as soon stand him up. He’s becoming a problem, you know —thinks he’s engaged to me, and insists on broadcasting the happy news. . . . Feeling better, honey? I know a little tea room . . .” Over sweetbread patties, which might as well have been hamburger steak for all Crystal knew or cared at the moment, the story of Crystal’s humiliation was told—almost frankly. No girl could have confessed the very last detail of that agonizing experience. “That awful old secretary, Miss Manley, pretended that—that Mr. Harvey had looked me over and sized me up,” Crystal told Tony, whose blue-diamond eyes t'ere satisfyingly indignant. "It—it seems that Mr. Harvey

fectory table. And on it she laid a great sheaf of roses. Other flowers from Rod’s gardens, filled the fireplace and every other possible space. It was too bad she couldn’t have a merry blaze crackling away, but the smoke would have warned Rod that some queer things were happening. She did not want him to know anything about it until he opened the door. Which door did he generally use? she wondered. It was likely that he did not confine himself to the rear entrance ... he was not a regular caretaker. He had been told to use the entire house. And Bertie Lou could see that he had done so, although everything was neat and clean as a pin. A few old books, from a secondhand store, she supposed, were strewn about the living room. And Rod's pipe was there, on a brass smoking tray. The sight of that tray had given Bertie Lou a happy moment, until she remembered that it was of little intrinsic value. She had given it to him before they were married. Rod had, apparently, sold or pawned most of his ftelongings. He might have left them some place, of course, but Bertie Lou doubted it. At least he had brought nothing of any particular value here with him. Going through the house had been a keen delight. She had not been in it since Rod’s occupancy, though she had been at Moonfields several times and had seen him, from hidden vantage points. It thrilled her now more than ever, because it had actually sheltered the man whose dream had inspired her to buy it. It seemed to have brought them closer together—to make their parting sweeter, though infinitely sadder. Bertie Lou shook a tear out of her eyes. She would not spoil it, she told herself impatiently, by crying. That could come later, when there was nothing else to do. Just now she must think only of doing everything she would do if nothing had happened to her happiness. She must be the busy, contented young wife, preparing a special dinner for her lover husband. To celebrate a wedding anniversary, perhaps. And why not? They’d never had one. And in just a few more weeks it would be their second wedding day. Bertie Lou wished she had time to make a bride’s cake. No, that would be too suggestive. It was a secret celebration, the anniversary part, anyhow. Rod wasn’t to know anything about- it. To him she would make it appear—well, just a dinner. She went on with her work, her pleasant tasks, growing more and more excited and trying harder and harder to be calm, until she heard a key in the front door lock. She felt her heart flutter and turn over. (To Be Continued)

didn’t think my—my clothes were suitable for office work. He ought to have had sense enough to know I wouldn't come to work in a dress like this,” she added, her voice quivering on a sob. 4 The old beast” Tony cried, with such genuine scorn that Crystal’s heart was half-healed of its hurt. “I’m going to take you right home with me and dress you up to look like ,a picture of ‘what the welldressed secretary will wear.’ (To Be Continued)

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But th trouble, of the Adam, administration worked, against his resuming office for a second term. Thej Federalist doctrine of government by the aristocratic few began to pall on the people, who wanted everyl class to have a voice in the nation’s affairs. Thomas! Jefferson and Aaron Burr received the same number of • votes, but the House of Representatives chose Jefferson. (To Be Continued)

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