Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 123, Indianapolis, Marion County, 2 October 1929 — Page 10

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CHAPTER XXV (Continued) Brent felt it just as well to let Eva suffer. He had a definite plan for breaking off with her. He meant to wound her upon every occasion. and yet never let her suspect that it was a part of a deliberate campaign. That she was not genuinely humble he was certain. From this knowledge of her he reasoned that she would not endure abuse; nei-j ther did he expect her to create scenes or fight for that which without effort she could not control. Love must come to Eva Ennis as her own, Brent knew, gnd not as anything she must win.' a m tt IT ought, he told himself, to be fairly easy to end his stupid affair with her, provided he used a modlcrum of sense to keep from driving her to the point where she felt she must have a confidant; in which case, undoubtedly, she would choose Helen. As they left the table he asked her If she was going up to Helen. He put the question to point his remark about the occasion being one on which they should think, not of themselves, but of others. Eva nodded and did not. answer. She felt the implication behind his words —knew that he was telling her where her duty lay. “I'm going out for a few minutes.” Brent said when they reached the hall. “This house stifles me " As Eva made her way up the stairs she thought with longing of the beautiful night outside and Brent walking alone in the garden. She tried to tell herself that she was selfish to want to be with him. but the excuse that seemed to come to her with every pang of conscience since she had met him sprang to her lips. “But I love him.” she half-sobbed under her breath “I love him. And when she found Helen sleeping and nothing for her to do. she was tempted to retrace her steps and join Brent. She went to the head of the stairs again and stood there undecided. Before she could conquer her reluctance to risk being accorded a cold welcome in the garden, she saw Brent open the front door and reenter the house. There was something hurried and furtive about his movements. He glanced up the stairs and saw Eva standing there, dimly white in the faint light of the upper hall. Eva saw him thrust up a hand and heard him utter a startled exclamation. “I was coming down to you.” she said, even a touch of guile being foreign to her. “Why aren’t you with Helen?” Brent retorted, his voice harsh and quick. “She’s sleeping.” "Well, you might stay with her. She'll wake up. I'll be in the library if you want me.” Eva turned without a word and went back to Helen’s room. As she opened the door Helen stirred, her eyelids fluttered open and she called out: “Eva.” Eva went to her and took her in her arms. Helen began to sob and Eva held her closer. “I had >ueh a horrible dream,” Helen said at last. “I was under the canoe again and it wasn't Bob who came to rescue me. It was Leonard, only he didn't try to help me. The scarf got tighter and tighter around my neck and I was choking.” “Don’t cry,” Eva begged. “Don't cry. T]i opb the windows wider. It’s turned very warm. You were disturoed by the heat.” a a a SHE released Helen and let her sink back upon the heap of lacy pillow-. Herrn watched her at the windows, opening them to the summer night. Suddenly she said utterly without premeditation: “Eva. I haven't seen Bob since that day on the lake." Eva turned and looked at her expectantly. She half suspected that her brother was in love with Helen and secretly had hoped that Helen would show some signs of interest in Bob. “What is he doing?” Helen went on. “Why doesn't he come in when

he brings you here or calls for you?” Eva came back and sat on the edge of the bed. “Something has hapepned to Bob,” she said seriously. “He’s plunged Into his studies so deep we are worried about him. He isn’t himself at all.” “He does want to succeed, doesn’t he?” Helen said dreamily and Eva sensed that her momentary interest in Bob had abated. She felt like saying that it was I more than his studies that absorbed him, but her good sense restrained her. Bob must speak for himself—if ever Helen gave him an opportunity. Eva had enough faith in the good fortune of love to believe that such an opportunity would come. But she decided to take some pains to help it along. After the quiet funeral a few days later and the following period during which Helen saw’ no one but Brent and herself, aside from Mr. Greaves and others whom circumstances compelled her to receive. Eva begged Bob to accompany her to Bramblewood and call on Helen. Bob had acquired a cheap little second-hand car to take Eva to Helen's and bring her back again. “The bus is too inconvenient for you.” he said, quite unaware that he was rationalizing his desire to bring himself as near Helen as his pride would permit. At first he was inclined to refuse Eva's request. She promptly appealed to their mother. “He must go, mums,” she declared. “After all Helen’s kindness to me, it positively is boorish of him to remain away.” g “Yes. I think you should go. Bob,” his mother agreed and Bob gave in. But when they arrived at Bramblewocd and turned into the driveway, he saw something that caused him to change his mind. CHAPTER XXVI BRENT'S car was parked before the door at Bramblewood. Bob recognized it, and a strong feeling of repugnance brought a quick decision not to enter the house. Eva saw* it, to#; and her own heart went pit-a-pat with happy expectancy. She had not seen Brent—not alone—since the night of Mr. Cunningham's sudden death and she had found the situation very difficult to bear. Perhaps tonight, she thought, they would be able to manage a little talk in private. Bobs presence might afford them the opportunity. His wordJ% shattered her hope immediately. “Miss Nellin has company,” he said. “Nothing doing, sis. You'd better come on home with me now.” "Oh. Bob, don't be so,mean,” Eva protested. “It’s only Mr. Brent.” “I don't like him,” Bob said coldly. “But he’s Helen's guardian—in a sense. Ot course Mr. Greaves is really, but ...” “Never mind gabbing about it, honey. That's one hombre I have no use for.” “Then you'll just have to drive back for me." Eva flared. “All right.” Bob consented. “Call up when you're ready to come home.” But Eva had had a second thought. Leonard might drive her oack if she said Bob was not coming for her. “Never mind,” she said. “I can take the bus if necessary.” “Well, be sure you don't accept a ride from that fellow Brent. If I him hanging around you ..." Eva was getting out of the car and did not answer him. She was glad that her face was turned so that he could not see the red that she felt flaming into it. a a a 808 drove away with a speed that accorded veil with his perturbed mind. His pride, having won over his desire, was giving him no satisfaction. On the contrary, he was as miserable as though he had dragged his spirit in the dust. Eva ran up the steps and waited with impatience for Ashe to open the door. “Mr. Brent is with Miss Nellin ir. the drawing room, miss." he said when Helen stepped into the halL

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Eva hesitated. It might be a business conference, she thought. “Tell Miss Nellin I am here, Ashe,” she said and turned away to wait. Helen sent for her at once. “Why so formal?” she smiled when Eva entered the great high-ceilinged room in which there was a fire burning to take off the chill of the late summer night. Eva Glanced at Brent. “I thought you might be talking over something privately,” she said. Brent nodded courteously, but there was no welcome in his manner. Eva went to sit beside Helen on the great divan before the fire. In her eyes there was a faint mist of tears. “We were talking something over,” Helen admitted, “but it Isn’t at all private. Leno wants me to leave Bramblewood and live in New York.” Eva’s eyes sought Brent’s. He did not look at her. “But somehow I’ve grown to love this place,” Helen went on. “I think I shall remodel it and live here always.” Brent impatiently crushed out the cigaret he had been smoking. “But I’ve taken an apartment for you,” he expostulated. Helen smiled at him. seized suddenly with a desire to tease. “But you aren’t my guardian any more, Leno, dear,” she said. “You may bring the housekeeper,” Brent suggested, taking her remark seriously. Helen laughed. “You've changed,’’ she said. “Once upon a time you would have scoffed at convention.” Again Brent avoided meeting Eva’s gaze. He wondered if she would guess that one reason he wanted Helen away from Bramblewood was to put an end to their friendship, if it were possible, and avoid these chance meetings. Further discussion of the matter was unwise, he told himself. In a short while he took his departure. Helen w’ent to the door with him and let him kiss her good night. There w’as rfo thrill in it. Helen supposed it was because sh° was so unhaony over her grandfather’s death. She missed him greatly. She had not known before his passing to what extent he had supolaißed Brent as the only person in the world to whom she felt related. But then, of course, she had tried to tell herself, she wasn’t thinking of Leno as a guardian or a relative any more. He was to be her husband. a * • SHE hardly dared go beyond this thought, conscious that the ecstasy it once would have brought her had finished. She was afraid to compare her present feelings with those that had swayed her a few months previously. (To Be Continued)

THE RETURN OF TARZAN

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