Indianapolis Times, Volume 40, Number 99, Indianapolis, Marion County, 14 September 1928 — Page 24

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CHAPTER XIX CONTINUED. The elevator boy dragged him toward the bed. “Shall take I off his shoes, Madam?" “Yes, please do. Make him comfortable.” She rang for ice water, and put cold compresses on his head. Then she arranged a table within his reach. A decanter of water and a glass. The tablets for his head, and a palm leaf fan. She drew water in the tub, and laid out fresh linen. Going to the closet, she took dresses and coats from hangars, and put them in the open wardrobe trunk. Tossed her lingerie in the drawers and put her toilet things in a small bag. She changed her dinner frock for a dress of dark crepe, and sitting at the little. Spanish desk, drew out a sheet of crested stationery. CHAPTER XX SYBIL bit the tip of her pen holder, and drew her brows together. Then, dipping the pen resolutely, she began to write rapidly. “Dear Richard.” For a moment she considered the salutation. Then, drawing her pen brusquely through it, tossed it aside, and took another sheet. But presently she wrote again, “Dear Richard,” and after it, as though suddenly determined, scrawled rapid words, one after the other as if they flowed of their own accord from a suddenly voluble pen. Dear Richard, There are some things a woman cannot stand—not even if she loves the man who hurts her. And I am beginning to wonder, Rich, If I ever did love you. The scene in the foyer tonight was horrible. I had rather die than spend another night with you—like this. Two weeks—and every other night of them hell. I am going to Mabel now. I suppose when you wake up, and sober off, you will try to find me. I hope that we will be on the way home by then. If we cannot get passage immediately, I can only beg that you will leave me alone. I wish these weeks might be like a closed chapter in a book one could lay away—and try to forget. 1 Please, Rich—if you love me—be kind. Mab will keep our secret, if only you’ll let it be a secret. Good-by. She blotted it without reading it. jocked the trunk, and put the key a her bag. “I’ll send for it,” she decided, “in the morning.” Deliberately she powdered her nose, and touched her cheeks and lips with rouge. Stopped for a moment to spray black narcissus from her little enameled atomizer, and buffed her nails vigorously, while she surveyed her recumbent husband. There were so many things about him she had learned to dislike. “Drunk or sober,” she reflected dismally. But it was liquor that made him altogether impossible. At first he became stupidly sleepy. Then, when she roused him, he grew amorous. And that was worse. Oh, much worse! She shuddered as he exhalted a noisy breath. Turning her back squarely, she walked from the room without a backward glance. MABEL and Mr. Moore, at their favorite case, were sipping aperitifs when Sybii found them. “Well, well!” boomed Moore, “here comes the bride!” and his large, sunburned hand devoured hers warmly. He was a big man with merry blue eyes and a pink bald spot. When Sybil heard he had .played football at Harvard in 1907 she reflected that college athletics twenty years after commencement all look alike. “Hello, people,” she greeted them serenely. “May I have a cocktail, too?” “Why, sure. Delighted.” Moore beamed. “Two’s company and three’s a crowd, if it was anybody but you. But sit right down. We’ve great news for you.” Mabel was smiling self-con-sciously. “You’d never guess, would* you, Sib?” she bantered. “The way Jack’s grinning like a Cheshire cat. Sit down, Jack. We’re getting married Sib. That makes it unanimous. You and me both.” She laughed triumphantly. “Isn’t he precious. Sib? I don’t care if he is bald, and a trifle aldermanic. He’s his Mabel’s blessed sweetie!” “Mabel * Blake, have you been drinking?” “No, honey, I’m only delirious with joy.” There were tears in Mabel’s eyes. “Honest,” she choked, “I never was so happy in all my life.” “I’m pretty glad myself,” chortled Moore, moist and joyous. “She’s a great little girl, Mab is.” Sybil rallied desperately. “You bet she is. Jack!” she cried. “And I hope with all my heart you’ll be happy as the day is long.” “As happy,” cried Moore, “as you two are!” and he called for cocktails, to drink a toast . . . “Where’s Rich?” asked Mabel. “Over at the hotel—lying down.” “He’s not sick, is he?” “Well, he didn’t look very well when I left him.” “Sib,” she said, “Rich is drinking too much. You oughtn’t to let him.” “Let him! Anvbody’d think I fed them to him You know perfectly well, Mabel lflake, that I’ve done nothing but beg and scold ever singe we were married. ‘Let him!’ As if I could stop him! “But I’m through now. I’ve left him. I’ve fed him aspirin all I’m going to. I’ve bathed his head ten million times. And taken off his shoes every night I’ve been with him. I’ve fanned him till my arm ached. ll—l’ve undressed him. And put him to bed. And stood fqr his drunken lovemaking.” She ran the back of her hand fiercely across her mouth, and shuddered, whimpering “Now I’m through.” Her voice ended in a little moan, and her head pitched forward on ithe table. Sybil had fainted.

THEY put cold cloths on her head, and forced whisky between her lips. And, almost before she could sit up, they began to argue to beg and to reason. “Oh, please,” she besought them, “please—please!” Then Mabel took her hand, and sitting beside her, began to plead. “You can’t,” she insisted, “duck marriage like that. You are Richard’s wife now. And you’ve got to stick. ‘For better, or worse,’ you promised, Sib.” “Give him another chance,” besought Jack. “He’s simply gone off his head. Liquor hits some men like that. You’ve brought him to his senses now. Don’t be a quitter, little girl. Your husband needs you more than anyone ever needed you before. Straightening him out is the job you’ve bargained for.” Wearily Sybil fought. “But you’re only thinking about him! How about ME? Don’t I count? I can’t go back to Rich—l can’t. How can I—and keep my own self respect?” And when Mabel talked of duty, she flared out, angrily. But in the end they had their way. It was a chastened little bride they led back to the hotel. “We’ll go up with you,” offered Mabel. “I feel,” sputtered Sybil, “like a downtrodden old scrubwoman.” The room was dismally disordered. Richard’s things tossed about. The beds upset. Empty bottles around. Every window shade at a different slant. Someone had put on the lights and switched onan electric fan. Rich lay sprawled as she had left him. Sleeping noisily. "There’s my note,” said Sybil, where I left it.” •

Cool and fragrant from her bath, Tony stood before her dresses deciding what to wear for this night with Dick Talbot when, she vowed, she would decide things—would either break with him or go on. She must have the whip hand somehow tonight. She must be the stronger of the two. She must be a woman, not a girl whom, because she happened to be beautiful, Dick Talbot wanted—thought he wanted. And clear-eyed, clear-thinking Tony laughed a little at her own inconsisteilcies as she reached for the blue and Silver dress that Dick loved. The batteau neck framed Tony’s white throat and shoulders like a silver calyx beneath white petals. A band of deeper blue velvet made Tony’s arms like rose-tinged marble beneath. With it she wore a string of opaltinted moonstones that fitted the hollow of her throat. Even as she hesitated before the blue and silver dress, Tony hated herself. For, hesitating, she knew that she wanted to wear that dress because she would be all that Dick Talbot loved in it and because, being all that he loved, he would woo her tempestuously. “Not that tonight,” Tony said, reaching for a simple little yellov dotted swiss in which she herself knew she was not her best.

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WFBM (275.1) INDIANAPOLIS (Indianapolis Power and Light Cos.! FRIDAY Noon —Correct time, courtesy Julius C. Walk & Son; Lester Huff on studio organ. Noon—Mona Motor Oil Twins, courtesy Mona Motor Oil Cos., and Station KOIL, Council Bluffs. P. M. 12:30—Livestock market, Indianapolis and Kansas City; weather report. g:oo—lndians vs. Columbus at Washington Park. 4:so—ltems ol interest from Indianapolis Times Want Ads. s:oo—Correct time. s:ls—"What’s Happening,” Indianapolis Times. S:3O—A chapter a tlay from the New Testament. s:4s—State road conditions, Indiana State highway commission bulletin. 6:oo—Correct time, Ed Rosener with WFBM dinner ensemble. 6:4s—Fire prevention talk, Horace Carey. 7:oo—Baseball scores. 7:os—Timely topics: news events from the weekly magazine “Time.” 7:lo—Mona Motor Oil Twins, courtesy Mona Motor Oil Colnpany, and station KOIL. 7:3o—Weekly navy news, H. W. Elko. 7:4o—Dental Hygiene, Indianapolis Dental Association. 7:4s—Concert trio. B:oo—Travoil entertainers, Noble OU Company. B:3O—WFBM Simfonetta. o:ls—Mae Engle, staff pianist. 10:15—“The Columnist,” Indianapolis Star. WKBF (252). INDIANAPOLIS (Hoosier Athletic Cluh) FRIDAY A. M. 10:00—Recipe exchange. 10:15—Brunswick Panatrope. 10:25—Interesting bits of history, courtesy- Indianapolis public library. \ 10:30—WKBF shopping service. 11:30—Livestock and grain market; weather and shippers’ forecast. P. M. s:oo—Late news bulletins and sports. 6:oo—Dinner concert. 7:0!)—Konjola hour. B:oo—Marv Traub Busch. B:3o—Nellie Miner,

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FRIDAY A. M. —NBC System (WEAF)— 10:15—Household Institute. P. M. —VVMAQ, Chicago—--I:oo—Musical Potpourri. —WFI, Philadelphia 2:oo—One-act play. —WLS, Chicago—--3:3o—Homemakers0 —Homemakers hour. —WCCO, Minneapolis—--4:oo—Baseball, Minneapolis vs. Kansas City. Romney Pastor Quits Bti Times Special ROMNEY, Ind., Sept. 14.—The Rev. A. G. Anderson will preach his farewell sermon in the Presbyterian Church here Sunday. He has accepted a call to the Presbyterian Church at WhifJland, Ind.

“You girls go downstairs,” suggested Moore; and Mabel glowed at the competent way he assumed charge. “I’ll wake him and give him a good talking to. Shall I show him that note of yours, Sib?” “Go as far as you like,” she concurred listlessly. “Tell him my trunk’s packed. And you might mention that I‘d never have come back if it hadn’t been for you and Mab.” a b it IN THE lobby the girls sat side by side. “Well, Mab, why don’t you say ‘I told you so’?” “Sh, dear. Don’t talk like that.” “Well, you were right. You told me I’d be sorry.” “I know, honey. But that doesn’t help matters now.” In miserable silence they watched the happy throngs along the Prado. “Tell me, dear,” Mabel’s voice was very gentle, “don’t you love Rich any more?” Sybil shrugged. “Oh, I don’t know.” She pondered listlessly. “I don’t believe it’s love. I don’t’ believe it ever was. You’d think, wouldn’t you, that* a girl like me wouldn’t have been so easily fooled? Rich, by his own admission, could love a hundred other women. “The world’s full of them, he says. Girls with ‘bodies as lovely and brains as keen.’ Those were his own words, Mabel. Any girl of my type, he declares, could satisfy him. God Almighty, why did I marry him!" Presently Moore came down. (To Be Continued) (What happens next on Sybil‘s tumultuous honeymoon? Read the next chapter.)

She was in her little canary yellow dance set at her dressing table, brushing her blue-black hair when Pat’s soft double knock came at the door. “In a minute,” Tony called softly, and Pat soon pushed the door open, stooping to recover a tray which he had placed on the floor while negotiating the door. “Here, kid, eat this,” said Pat bluntly as he always did when emotion was too near the surface for both of them, and he set the tray before her on the dressing table. Again Tony felt that*little tug at her heartstrings which only Pat could bring with his inarticulate kindness. She knew that no maid had prepared that tray—the bread was too thick, and the big mound of mashed potato flaky under great spoonfuls of chicken gravy with a huge drumstick and piece of breast was typically masculine. Pat leaned over to kiss her white forehead. “There’s a young man downstairs to see you, Tony,” he said. “Dick Talbot. If you’re too tired, I’ll tell him you’ve gone to bed.” “No, I’m not too tired.” said Tony, industriously powdering her neck and arms. But Pat persisted. “Tony, marriage lasts a long, long time; it’s so easy to get started and so hard to stop. Be careful, girl.” (To Be Continued)

WORD TOUR OF CITVON RADIO Fire Prevention Chief to Speak on WFBM. A word tour of Indianapolis, with here and there a minute inspection f outstanding city institutions, will be made every Friday night for fifteen weeks by Horace W. Carey, chief of the fire prevention division of the city fire department, who will talk over WFBM on “Civic Indianapolis.” The first address will be at 6:15 p. m. Friday, when he will talk on the John Herron Art Institute. The Little Theatre, public library, war memorial plaza, schools and business establishments will furnish topics for addresses. Carey will devote ten minutes of each Friday night talk to a description of Indianapolis institutions, and five minutes to a talk on fire prevention. It is Carey's plan to base his talks on facts pertaining to the city. He does not seek to advertise Indianapolis as a city seeking a population of 1,000,000, but merely as a good city in which to live.

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FRIDAY T NB ,S System (WJZ)— 6-30—Dixies Circus. —Armstrong Quakers. 8 00—Wrigley review. 9:oo—Stromberg Carlson Sextette. _ —Columbia Network—ointr5 e ß u^ u £ an national committee. 9.oo—Kodak hour. 9:3o—United Salon Orchestra. . -—WE NR, Chicago— J:fc£p ere J u - \‘ The Ro^al Vagabond.” ®' 00 Comedy sketch. “The Elixer of liiie. .... _ ,, —WRVA, Richmond—918—FaI1 meeting Corn Cob Pipe Club. „ —KPRC. Houston—10.30—Magnolia Band. n -phjT^af’iiaring SHAW VISITS SHAW Famous Author Calls on Town of Same Name. By United Press LONDON, Sept. 14.—Shaw has met Shaw and decided it liked him The town of Shaw in the upper Thames Valley has removed the oid ban on the works of George Bernard Shaw and recommended that the free library obtain copies of his latest works,

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