Indianapolis Times, Volume 40, Number 84, Indianapolis, Marion County, 28 August 1928 — Page 9

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THIS HAS HAPPENED SYBIL THOENE, lovely and notorious, J>eliev<--i herse> the most miserable of JOHN wsWRENCE, her youthful lover, missing in action. TAll, her adored brother, engaged to VALERIE WEST. a frivolous crenture. And now her beloved father desperately ill and breaking her heart. But Sybil has a devoted admirer— CRAIG NEWHALL, most eligible bachelor in Boston. Craig persuades her One sunny afternoon to leave her father StOi drive with him through the counmonths Sybil and Craig have had SO'* -a affair. . . . “Just because ■ —*• uses to pet with a man it’s no sign she loves him.” affirms Sybil. . . And though she has permitted Craig’s careses and understood his infatuation k she is genuinely surprised when he asks Mhcr to marry him. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER V H, CRAIG, Craig, Angel Vysimpleton!” Sybil grasped his coat lapels in both hands and, pulling him to her, kissed him and pushed him away gain. “Blessed and adorable fool!” “I’d be awfully good to you,” he promised, and taking her hand, raised it to his lips to make a bracelet of kisses for her wrist. Craig did that. Sometimes it was necklaces and sometimes it was bracelets. Whenever it was a necklace, there was a very particular kiss to nestle in the little hollow of her throat. Ceremonial kisses, like strands vof sacred stones. Cool and chaste as pearls. . . . Sybil took her hand away. “Kiss me on the lips,” she said. And when he had, she sighed happily, and leaned against his shoulder. “Darling,” she told him. “1 shouldn’t have let you—flow I don’t know quite what I was going to say* Don’t touch me again until I’va finished. “Your technique isn’t conducive to reasoning. And getting married, Craig, is sort of serious. Now listen —in the first place, I’d make a wretched wife. No domestic accomplishments—no social graces—” “Now you listen.” Craig put his hand over her mouth to make her. “I don’t want a cook, or a professional hostess, or anything like that If I did I’d go to an employment agency. “I want a girl to love and pet and make a fuss over. Budgets and hashes and things aren’t my idea of marriage. I’m not paging a little woman to run a vacuum and shake a wicked mopT “I want a mistress ‘all wonder and a wild desire.’ A girl with crimson lips to kiss, and skin that’s soft and sweet to touch. That’s why I’m asking you, sweetheart.” tt tt tt SYBIL thrilled appreciatively. “But there’s my past,” she protested. “They say I’m a bit wild, Craigle. Fickle an?l hard as nails, and a notorious petter.” “Well, I’m no white-haired boy r he admitted, and smiled her absurdities. “But, Craigie, you’re a catch! .*• j try proposing to any other girl in town. My dear, you’d be surprised! They’d simply jump at you. And here you are—throwing yourself away on me! Craig—it’s—it’s—•preposterous!” And, fumbling for a |§iandkerchief, she wiped her eyes. wind,” she said, “makes my eyes water.” “Oh, well, it’s nothing to cry about.” Craig patted her hand lamely. “Gee, you’re a funny kid, Sybil. Think it over, dearest. I don’t want to rush you into anything. But when Tad gets married, you’re going to be very lonely. And you’ll need someone to cling to.” “You don’t mean that, Craig,” she corrected, “not about Tad, I mean. It’s daddy you’re thinking about. You're afraid, when he dies, I'll go crazy again. Like when John died. And yoy’re just wonderful enough to want to save me all you can. Grief and loneliness and everything. “I suppose you’re afraid I’ll take to cocktails and affairs and get myself talked about some more. You think I’ll try to forget, running ’round with every Tom, Dick and Harry. You think ...” "I think,” he told her, “that you’re a luxurious little barbarian —that’s what I think. I think you need someone to look after you. And I’m begging for the job. Oh, Sybil, you adorable child, with your hardboiled ways! Come, and let me baby you, and keep you.from all that’s hard and cold and hurtful.” a a tt SHE leaned against him gratefully. “I feel like the girls in the comic sheets, Craig. ‘This is so sudden.’” “You darling!” he! cried, and mowed to take her in his arms. “Just a minute! Just a minute.” With both hands she waved him away. “Sit still like a good little boy. The lady of your heart must ponder.” ► “But you’re so deliberate!” he protested. “You told me to think it over," she reminded him. And over his shoulder, as he drew away, she saw another figure. Pathetically boyish. With the sun on his hair and the light of love in his eyes. A phantom in khaki. And she saw his mouth grow hurt as she gazed. And his outstretched arms drop to his sieds. . . . Could she break faith with the dead? She thought of her father as she had left him an hour ago. And he seemed to her more piteous even than John, who had died in his youth with his heart full of love tjmd dreams. JF It must be- dreadfully hard to grow old, end die. Particularly when you knew that death v/as only around the corner, lurkingwaiting—ready to spring, and to choke. John had been spared all that. He never knew. Oh, the blessedness of never knowing! Six months ago her father was so strong and happy. Robustly alive, florid and laughing; and his little' light mustache bristled and looked full of life. Six months had made a frightening change. His eyes—they used to be bright and China blue. They were dull now and swimming in tears so they made her think, with a lump in her throat, of blue bells under water. 1 His face was drawn and wan. Pain had left its mark and the horror of death. His mustache had grown white and looked limp and dejected. Sometimes he gnawed savagely ou its ends. __

She remembered what he had said that afternoon. “I want to see you happily married.” It was the first time he had ever said it, but, before today, she had read the desire in his eyes. Sometimes when they talked of Tad’s marriage; sometimes when she told him the wedding plans of other girls; when children came to visit them or when they talked together of little houses and gardens. “Daddy’d be so happy.” she reflected, and a warm, lovey feeling filled ner heart. How his dear eyes would brighten! . . . But there was John . . . John . . . John. His name beat like a drum in her ears. So that she put her hands to her temples, to keep him away. . . . 1 Poor little boy. ... It was so long, long ago. A sort of dream—the way he had loved her, and the way they had talked and planned. How he loved her! “But he wouldn’t if he were alive today,” she told herself. “He cared so fearfully then because I was young and good, and he was young and good, too. There isn’t that kind of love when a girl gets to be 23 and knows life. Love at 19 is a beautiful illusion.” Sometimes Sybil felt as if she had died with John Lawrence and been reincarnated within herselt, and. having died, had gone on living. So that there had been two Sybil Thornes—and one was dead. Perhaps the girl John loved wandered with him in Elysian fields—or slept by his side in a soldier’s grave. And this girl Craig wanted to marry—she wasn’r, really the girl John Lawrence loved. Then what if she did marry Craig? And bore him children? John Lawrence wouldn’t care. What do the dead want with bodies? “Crimson lips to kiss and skin to touch.” SHIVERING, she turned to Craig. “You know about my sweetheart,” she told him. “John Lawrence, who was killed in the war. There’s never been anybody else but John—not really. I love John, Craig—love him still.” She put her hand on her heart. “I mean it’s here I love him. And that’s silly and sentimental most

Faith, left alone with the breakfast dishes, after Crystal’s tempestuous exist, listened to Robin crowing with the maid upstairs, and felt no impulse to fly to him. Never before had Robin’s voice failed to thrill her each morning with the miracle of him. “I’m plain hateful,” she said. “I’m cross and irritable and touchy because I accidentally learned that Cherry had lunch with Bob and he didn’t tell me. “Can’t all Bob’s goodness to me ever teach me to forget that he loved Cherry before he loved me? Can’t I make myself forget that Cherry never smiled at any man, but he loved her?” Faith scraped the pretty buttercupped breakfast dishes, musing along, no longer even hearing her tiny son upstairs. “How sharp I was with Crystal. Poor child, so alone in the world! I wonder if I make beautiful, bountiful gestures so that people say,

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likely. It’s a state of mind I suppose—that sort of love. It’s not like—like passion. Maybe. it’s not so healthy. But’there it is. “I iove you too, Craig. And—and of course there’s my body, Craig. Whatever’s happened to my soul, there’s still that. Sometimes I think bodies don’t count very much. But probably they do. .. . Could you be satisfied, Craig, with a girl who—whose love was—was—sort of divided—” Helplessly she paused. It was hard getting it into words. And Craig caught her hands that fluttered so futilely, and kissed her tear-drenched eyes. “I should never,” he murmurmed, “be jealous of a dead man.” “Then,” she said, “I will marry you.” “Oh, my God!” he cried, and took her in his arms and smothered her with his caresses. “When, Sybil? When” “Right away,” she told him. “Whenever you choose.” And she smiled very sweetly upon him because she was thinking of her father. But of course Craig did not know that. He only knew she looked transfigured. “Now take me home,” she commanded. “I want to tell daddy.” a tt a IT was dark when they reached the house. One of those soft, moist darknesses of early spring. Piercing the dampness—throwing strange, blurred radince—a row of oars stood at the curb, their dimmed lights glowing sepulchrally. Sybil pointed a shaking finger. “Dr. Parker!” she whispered. “Daddy’s doctor. And those other cars, and the house all lighted up. . . . Daddy’s dead. Craig.” She clutched his shoulder in a spasm of agonized horror. Her face grew white and frozen. The door opened and a great arc of yellow light spread from the hail over the lawn. “They’re coming, Craig—the doctors. They’ve left, daddy because he’s dead.” Solemn men, filing solemnly down the steps to their cars. A big man and a little man, carrying black bags. . . . (To Be Continued)

‘lsn’t Faith Hathaway the sweetest thing you ever knew?’ and then when ii comes to buckling down to the everyday necessity of my gestures, I sort of dwindle out? “I wonder if that isn’t what I’ve done with poor Crystal. I had one of my impulses—it would be so sweet to offer a poor parentless bairn a good home, then when she takes me up on it and I see that I have to stick to my bargain and that it’s going to complicate such things as privacy for Bob and me, I get a little sick of the bargain and take it out on poor Crystal who never expected to live with us, any way. “I wonder if it’s the best thing in the world for the child? Bob doesn’t like her and it’s so hard to make him change his ideas about people, and if I’m going to get irritable with her for being around because Bob doesn’t like her and rather resents her being here, what’s she going to set out of it? “Oh, we mustn’t, that’s all we mustn’t—a girl is a girl so short a time and there are so many heart aches, anyway. “I’ll make it up to Crystal tonight. I’ll have a delicious cold supper ready and fix up some of her dresses and make Bob take us both out to Jade Inn for dinner. We’ll get George to go, too. If she wants him, she shall have him.” Just then the bell rang. It was an urgent ring, and before Faith could reach the door, knowing that the one maid she would permit Bob to pay for, was busy with Robin, the door was pushed open and in walked George ruitt, himself, with Crystal hanging to his arm. George could not speak, but Crystal was as voluble as ever. “Oh, Faith, don’t be frightened! I’m really not hurt at all. But George doesn’t think I ought to go to work. I was running for the car and I didn’t look and he hit me and—” But Faith, aghast, had Crystal’s other arm. “Oh, my dear, my dear, here, George, put her on the couch and we’ll get the doctor right away,” and to Crystal’s protests they led her to the deep rich divan in the living room. And with the touch of George Pruitt’s hand on her arm, .Crystal’s plan was born. Men often loved through pity. She didn’t especially want George Pruitt of all men. But somebody must love her. So many loved Tony, and she'd just die if somebody didn’t love her soon. After all, his car did hit her and he’d have to be dedent and come and see her, and love was all a matter of being acquainted. Thinking which things. Crystal suddenly put a hand to her side, made a little moan, and dropped at George’s feet. (To Be Continued) POURS LIQUOR IN SON’S BATH TO CHEAT LAW Mother’s Ruse Fails; Soap and Alcohol Don’t Mix. By United Press SIOUX CITY, lowa, Aug. 28. Liquor raiders vsiited a home here recently while son, Willie, was being given an afternoon bath. Upon learning who was at the door, the mother promptly slammed the door and told her visitors to wait until she put some clothes on the boy. When the officers succeeded in breaking in they found that a quart of alcohol had been poured into the tub, but since it did not mix with the soapy water they were able to collect evidenoe.

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