Indianapolis Times, Volume 40, Number 86, Indianapolis, Marion County, 30 August 1928 — Page 8

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THIS HAS HAPPENED SYBL THORNE, Boston society girl, retags from a. drive in the country with CRAIG NEWHALL to find that her father has died during her absence. In order to please her father, whom she adored, Sybil had just consented to marry Craig, the most eligible bachelor in town. His death is a fearful shock to Sybil and her frail little mother. But they rally bravely for TAD’S approaching marriage. Tad, Sybil’s handsome brother, is engaged to VALERIE WEST, an emptyheaded little debutante. The wedding is three weeks off; and Sybil, fearfully apprehensive, speculates grimly. ’’Anything.’ ’she reasons, “can happen In three weeks. Maths Val will elope with a count.” NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER VII MRS. THORNE, engrossed in preparations for the marriage, was busier than the bride’s mother. She monogrammed Tad’s handkerchiefs and pajamas, and debated endlessly on the problem of a real “nice wedding gift.” Almost every day she made the weary round of shops and stores, pricing silver and glass, rugs and china—comparing values all the way from Copley Square to Scollay. Finally, in an antique shop on Charies St., she compromised on an ancient secretary and a high boy with a bulging front. “But, Mother,” remonstrated Sybil. “Valerie doesn’t like old things." Mrs. Thorne bristled defensively. “They’re extraordinarily fine pieces,” she said, “arid there’s nothing could be in better taste than antiques.” Craig had chosen a silver cocktail set: a tray, and a mammoth shaker and many goblets. Poor Craig—he tried so hard to be one of the family. Sybil’s hearty went out to him, when he discussed with Valerie the advantages of a wedding breakfast as against a buffet luncheon, very solemnly, like a wise old uncle. He listened patiently to Mrs. Thorne, who was hemming curtains for Valerie’s kitchen. Did he think yellow checked gingham would be cut, or would he like plain white, banded with delft blue? The blue would match any ordinary linoleum best, of course, but then, wouldn’t the yellow afford a pleasing contrast? Craig was confidant, and lackey for the lot of them. He ran errands for Valerie, made reservations and bought tickets for Tad. Mrs. Thome, when she took to weeping, found his shoulder always accessible. Even Mrs. West sought his advice.

tt n tt CRAIG was to be Tad’s best man, and Valerie’s cousin, Bertha Onts. was to be maid of honor.- She was dark, and rather florid—a little greasy looking. Sybil thought, with straight, oily'bair and small eyes. An admirable contrast for Valerie’s blond beauty. Bertha was so dull she made Valerie positively radiant, and more exquisite than ever. Sybil had heard that beautiful girls sometimes chose ugly friends, in order to seem more beautiful themselves, but never before had she lent any credence to the notion. It was to be a very simple ceremony at St. Margaret’s-by-the-Sea, the little stone cb-.pel where Valerie’s grandmother had been married fifty years oefore. Not that there was anything sentimental about the Wests, but only that St. Margaret’s afforded such an admirable solution. It was much smarter than it had been in the days of Valerie’s grandmother, and the rector was very High Church. It was quite the thing to be churchy about a marriage. Jazz weddings were distinctly passe. Dignity had become a sacramental thing, and Valerie, who six months before had contemplated carrying a swagger stick to the altar, itched now for sublimity. St. Margaret’s was austere. It was. indeed, the very place for a •Tittle family wedding.” There seemed to be nothing even faintly disrespectful to the memory of Mr. Thorne about getting married at St. Margaret’s. A city church, of course, would have been different. Tad was beginning to wonder if he had ever really known Valerie before. Her conversation was entirely exclamatory. She was either “simply furious,” or “thrilled to death.” She “despised” things or “adored” them, knowing no halfway emotions. “You’ll be a wreck by the time I get you,” he told her gently, when she came to him one evening from the dressmaker’s, exhausted and in tears. “Caveman!” she retorted, and he knew she had misunderstood. it t o VALERIE was not as innocent as Tad had thought. She discussed their married life with a great deal of modern frankness. “I don’t propose to have any children for at least five years,” she told him. “All right, baby.” he agreed “And if I should ever stop caring for you. I wouldn’t live with you for a single minute,” she went on. “That wouldn’t be anything short of legalized—” “Valerie!” I'c stopped her sternly. “I don’t like to hear you talking like that i baby. You’re my little girl, and I’m ‘ crazy about you. I guess that doesn’t leave you anything to worry about, does it?” “Oh, well!” She dismissed the subject with elaborate nonchalance. “You can’t ever tell what’s going to happen these days. It’s just as well to understand each other.” “Where’d you get all these ideas?’s’ he persisted. “What’s got into you, Valerie?” "Oh. I suppose I’ve changed,” she conceded. “One does, yc i know.” tt tt tt VALERIE had forgotten to bring a gift from Paris for her maid of honor, and Tad had driven her down to find something. He cruised around the congested streets, seeking a place to park while Valerie ran into a jeweler’s. “I shan’t be a minute,” she promised. “And old thing will do for Bertha. She hasn’t an idea in the world what’s what. It won’t take me a sec.” Tad parked the car in front ot a caterer’s. Valerie was to leave an order there for pastries for a luncheon she was having the next day, and Tad was to wait outside. An hour passed. A policeman requested him to move on. He drove up West St. and down Temple PI. and slowly along Washington St. He was beginning to worry about

Valerie. Probably they had missed each other when he had to move. Perhaps he had better go back to | the jeweler’s. Val would be anj noyed if he kept her waiting. She had so much to do—pool kid! He left the car at a garage in Park Square and took a taxi back. Almost two hours. Wow! Valerie’ll be having a fit. He saw her first. Hanging over a counter, where precious stones rested on velvet pillows of white and royal purple. She was holding her hand to catch the light. And on her little finger a dinner ring sparkled and gleamed. A man was bending above her. A stick hooked over his arm, and a glass in his eye. He was smiling fondly and twirling a small blond mustache. Tad had never seen Valerie look happier, nor more beautiful. He wanted to shake her as though she were a naughty child. Yet he felt a contradictory impulse to crush her to him, and kill the rest of the men who sought her smiles. He had an absurd desire to slap her foppish compahion across his smiling crimson lips. tt tt tt THEN Valerie saw him and had the grace to look guilty. “Oh, Taddy! I want you to know Lord Montford. And Monty, this is my darling fiance —don’t you love him, Monty? Isn’t he beautiful! Mother and I met Lord Montford in London, Tad. . . The men were bowing stiffly. “I’m sorry I kept you waiting, dear—but Monty just insisted upon buying me a wedding present. And he simply made me choose it myself. “Wasn’t it the funniest thing, running into him like this? The Leviathan is in this morning, you know, and Monty hasn’t been in town an hour. I think it’s just the screamingest thing! “See my lovely present, Taddy!” Valeria held out her hand.

“Dear old George, if Crystal really wants his attention, she couldn’t have taken a better tack than getting hit by his car,” whispered Faith as she and Bob sat on the front porch on the third night after Crystal’s accident. “I wonder if George would ever see a woman as a woman unless first appealed to through pity. If Crystal is posing, and I’m sure that Dr. Wright thinks she is, she used uncannily wise tactics. Wonder where she got her lore?” “Didn’t George tell you that he found her crying in the garden at the country club dinner?” asked Bob. “And judging by Crystal’s radiance when he brought her in and danced with her he must have cheered her up considerably.” Faith-fiervously rose from her chair, leaning against the trellis, and trailing her fingers through the buas and blossoms of the sweet honeysuckle. “I won’t let her use George, and that’s all she’s doing. She just can’t bear it because Toney Tarver has sheiks galore trailing after her. She happened to learn that George is apt to be available, being such a good friend of ours, and because she discovered how to engage his inter-

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Gravely Tad took it and bent to look. He must be able to control his voice before- he spoke. He wondered if Valerie and her Monty had noticed how completely the dazzling thing eclipsed the solitaire on Valerie’s third finger. Os course, they had. No wonder the idiotic sap looked so complacent. tt tt a “A7'OU are very kind. Lord Mont--1 ford,” he said, and every word was barbed with the venom that choked him when he tried to speak quietly. “You are excedingly generous, lam sure. But I cannot permit my fiancee to accept so valuable a gift.” “Why, Tad!” Valerie sounded like an outraged exponent of all the conventions. “Why, Tad Thorne, what do you mean—talking like that! I will, too. The very idea! Anybody’d think ...” “But if Miss West wishes,” began Lord Montford smoothly, “I scarcely understand. ...” "Valerie, give Lord Montford back his ring.” The astonished clerk had melted distreetly into the background. A curious customer edged a little nearer. “And tell him, Valerie, that you do not wish to accept ruch trinkets, because your husband will not be able to afford them fqr you.” “Is not that reason enough that Miss West should wish to accept them?” Lord Montford settled his glass, and gave his stick a victorious little swing. “No offense intended, I assure you, my dear chap.” Valerie’s face was crimson. “But Tad ...” “This is no place for a scene, Valerie. Please ...” (To Be Continued) And what does Valerie do?— Well, what would you do? And what do you suppose Tad lias to say? Read the next chapter.

egt once, she’s keeping It up just tc have a man. I won’t have it, Bob Hathaway, if she is your cousin!” Bob lit anew cigaret, recrosseri his legs and looked out into the dark night as he said in a tone that was only half bantering: “Are you sure it’s my cousin you’re so riled at, Faith, or the fact that George Pruitt passed by you with a green flower box with which you were once quite familiar?” “Bob!” Faith whirled about, her eyes flashing. “And you just finished scolding me for my jealousies!” She dashed into the house, smoothed her hair in the hall, and advanced with her usual poise into the living room where Crystal laj on the divan. Gaily, she asked: “Well, George, what do you think of our sicka-bed girl tonight? The accident didn’t affect here appetite, anyway, George Let’s see, Crystal, what was the lunch total? Creamed sweetbread and mushroom patties, pineapple and cheese salad, hot buttered rolls with guava jelly, and chocolate butter cream cake.” Crystal made a little affected moan and buried her brown wave into the little apple green silk boudoir cushion which Faith had brought from her own chaise lounge for her. Her voice was affected, too, but Faith caught the little angry note as she said: “Oh, cousin Faith, how could you tell such awful things about me? Os course its true, but George— Mr. Pruitt—will think I’m one big appetite. It’s because Faith fixes things so beautifully, Mr. Pruitt.” Crystal was wearing her rose and silver negligee and had made a special point of catching the silver lace sleeve to her shoulder so that her white, soft arms were bare from the shoulder. She saw George notice them, too, as he put the flowers in Crystal’s arms. “I’ll get a vase,” said Faith, and left them.

(To Be Continued.) COMBODIAN KING CROWNED WITH POMP Name of New Ruler Take Whole Paragraph. PARIS, Aug. 30.—Combodia, with its pinnacled temples and red and gilt crowns, loves pomp and ceremony. It had its fill recently when its new king was crowned and received the official sceptre of power from the hands of the resident French officials. The newspapers in other parts of the world spoke admiringly of “King Monivong’s” affection for his people. They did not attempt to give his in full. As it is written in the register of the French Ministry of of Colonies and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, it reads: “His Majesty Prea Bat Samdacb Prea Sisowathmonivong Chamchakrapong Haribeach Barmitho; Phouvanay Kraykeofa Soulala.' Prea Chau Chung Campuches Thippedey, King of Cambodia.” WASPS PROTECT TREES Insects Imported to Distroy Australian Pests. B Science Service LONDON, Aug. 30.—Having imported eucalyptus trees from Australia to supply timber for mining purposes, the South Africa Department of Agricutlure now has been obliged to import wasps on a large scale, to protect their new trees from attack by the snout beetle. Funeral for Attorney Bn Times Special WINSHESTER, Ind., Aug. 30. Funeral services were held today for Thomas W. Hutchens, 68 attorney, who died at his home here after being in poor health two years.

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