Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 124, Indianapolis, Marion County, 3 October 1929 — Page 18

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THIS HAS HAPPENED HELEN PAGE feels hopelessly In love with her handsome guardian. LEONARD BRENT. A chance meeting with a dying beggar. CHARLES NELL IN. causes Brent to change his plans for Helen's future. Soon after he tells the girl that according to a promise given her parents. he Is now to reveal her identity and that she Is the only grandchild of a millionaire. CYRIL K. CUNNINGHAM. Brent takes her to Cunningham and Offers proofs which the lonely old man accepts. Hoping to make up for the Injustice done her mother. Cunningham showers the girl with affection and gifts and she learns to love him. Among Helen's new friends are EVA ENNIS and her brother ROBERT who falls In love with her. Brent finds ano’her locket which matches the one he had taken from Nellln to establish Helen as the heiress. He also becomes jealous of Bob and plots to secure the girl for himself oulcklv. Hearing the do"tor that a sudden shock would! kill the old man. Brent gets the servants out of the wav and rusnes into the sick to -- "houtlng wildly that Helen has been killed. Ho, plan works and when the attendant returns. Cunningham Is dead. Then Brent appears as friend and former guardian of Helen and takes charge of arrangements. p. ... •mus'd himself bv making love to Eva and now he tries to break off the affair without making Helen suspiolous. Meanwhile, Bob Is too proud to speak his love until a chance meeting breaks his reserve. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXVI (Continued) Only by blindly accepting what seemed like fate could she prevent herself from feeling that she was inconstant, fickle. For no longer did the thought of being Brent’s bride seem sweet to her. It was at a time when she was plunged deeply into doubt of herself that Bob came to pay the call his mother and sister Insisted upon. Brent had just left her, after again vainly urging her to move to New York. Helen had been desperately lonely when he left. “Why am I so obstinate?” she had crie’d to herself. “Why can’t I do as Leno wants me to?” Partly her thoughts referred to Brent's plea for an early marriage. “But I can’t so soon after my grandfather’s death,” she had objected. and nothing Brent said had changed her decision. She welcomed Eva and Bob with genuine warmth. Bob was surprised and pleased. Eva thought she would pay him off for the difficulty she would have had in getting him there by suggesting a ride in his car. It would, she believed, embarrass him if Helen should consent to go. Helen said she would enjoy it, and much to Eva’s astonishment, Bob seemed elated. They piled in, the three of them, and soon Helen tad forgotten the loneliness their coming had dispelled. On the way back they passed near the Ennis house and Eva said she would like to go home. No one objected and Bob lost no time in getting her there. Eva smiled to herself as she got out her key to unlock the door. The smile was very tender. Bob was the dearest brother in the world, she told herself. It had hurt her incessantly to deceive him about Brent. “After he had sacrificed himself so much for me,” had been her plaint. She felt now that she had given him a chance if his happiness lay in winning Helen. And truly hopelessness was not uppermost in his mind tonight. Helen's presence beside him in his rattling little car made her millions see remote—less a wall between them.

HELEN seemed too to forget that ! she was the Cunningham heir- ! ess. She forgot Brent and her j promise to marry him. The big' moon and the softness of the night j fostered no regrets in her heart. She } felt only the stirring of a love that ’ was very slow a-borning. The night she had rowed on the lake with Bob came back to her mind and she remembered that she had felt then much as she felt now. It had been very sweet—r, was sweet now. Why hadn’t it gone on? The thought was idle, but she turned away from the answer. Bob did not drive fast on the return to Bramble wood. He expected Helen to leave him when they. reached her home—and he did not want to let her go. How tangible she was there beside 1 him! The dream-q'.iaLitvJ orthe din - ner table on the Jose-Dowered vrranda was gone. H* could feel * A without touch, and JLhe thoughts

her nearness engendered went to his head like wine. He did not try to hold them back, believing they had no power except to make the world new to him. Later he saw that his indulgence of his fancies led him to what followed Never was he sorry. Time and the wheels of his amusing car moved on in spite of him and all too soon landed him and hi ; dreams at the Cunningham mansion. “Do come in,” Helen invited. “It isn’t late.” Neither of them had looked at a timepiece, but she made the statement in good faith. It didn’t seem late. The housekeeper had waited up and the lift of her eyebrows when she saw Bob walk into the drawing room might have warned Helen that the hour was nearer witching than otherwise. But Helen was oblivious to small matters, being completely absorbed in enjoyment, ‘which had been, for her, such a rare sensation that it held tremendous importance. “May we have some sandwiches and coffee?” she appealed to Mrs. Wethering. That lady’s answer was frosty. “There is no one in the kitchen,” she said. Helen turned to Bob, “Wlil you help me?” she asked, and before Mrs. Wethering could voice her objections Helen had whirled away, taking Bob with her by a firm grip on his hand. Helen had made herself quite familiar with the domestic machinery at Bramblewood. She knew the kitchen and where to find what she wanted. In no time she could have made the sanwiches and prepared the coffee. But when she went to the refrigerator and brought out a cold roast chicken which she asked Bob to carry over to a carving table, and he took the platter from her, something occurred which doomed their supper together.

CHAPTER XXVII 808 took the dish Helen offered him and put on a nearby table. His eyes had not left her face. Helen felt his gaze leveling the intangible barrier that a moment before had made them merely two hungry young creatures turning their search for food into a kitchen lark. She knew that Bob had discovered something new in her—something that overwhelmed him. For his understanding glance had followed a look of slow-dawning surprise. It was as though he saw her for the first time, and the vision had startled him. Then there flashed into his eyes the eternal truth of love. He saw the girl he knew he must have, saw her without the forbidding background that had stopped him even before her subsequent indifference had made wanting her an idiot's aspiration. Perhaps it was the domestic touch; perhaps the hint of laughter at the comers of her mouth—mating laughter, the soft, satisfied notes that are heard only in the intimacy of a happy home. Perhaps it was the exquisitely feminine line of her creamy throat, perhaps the effect of her appearance in an apron had something to do with it. Whatever it was Bob kissed her. Helen was gasping for breath when he released her. He had not let her go voluntarily. She had struggled out of his arms, though she never was to be without a yearning to return to them. “Don’t expect me to ask for your forgiveness.” Bob said as she stood off from him. desperately trying to control her voice for speech. “My love for you is something I will not apologize for.” In spite of the flood of despair that Helen felt engulfing her. she experienced a thrill of happiness over his declaration. This was no toy lover, to kiss and say “I’m C TY” ”Ne” she said. “no. I would not want ?u to. Only . . .” Her choked j utterance''coke and left less, with oly her tear-fllleMryc*

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, and unsteady lips to tell him that she must strike at his happiness. a u “TTTHAT is it?” Bob was ruthless Wwith the rush of premonition that came to him. Before Helen answered he burst out bitterly: “I didn’t get So far as to imagine I could have you. Just wanting you was enough to blind me to reason.” “Yes, you were blind,” Helen cried: “blind as could be, else you would have seen that I did not want this to happen.” Bob’s answering laugh was as mirthless as a dirge. “So you anticipated it?” he asked. Helen looked at him with unashamed honesty deep-seated in her unswerving gaze. “I thought of it,” she said simply. “You say that, and expect me not to kiss you again?” Bob was a trifle wild. Helen hesitated, drew in her breath sharply and said: “I expect you never to kiss me again.” Bob, too, hesitated, weighing her tense sincerity for its true value. “I do not obey injunctions as blindly as I love,’’ the threatened. “I shall tell you why I make this one,” Helen replied, fighting to keep her voice level and clear. “I am engaged to marry ...” She stopped, unable to bring Brent's name to her lips. Bob stood as though turned to steel. Across his eyes pain flickered back and forth like a shadow. Helen turned her face away and gulped back the sob that rose in her throat. His silence was an unbearable reproach. “I thought once,” she said with a fierce desire to defend herself, “that it would be . . . that I’d like to have you kiss me.” She heard him stir: heard his half-suppressed exclamation. She put out a hand. “Wait,” she entreated. Bob did not move. “That was when I first met you,” Helen hurried on, scarcely aware of how she was baring the truth between them; “but I . . . thought I was in love with someone else.” “And you promised to marry him,” Bob supplied, too painfully unhappy to be conscious of his lack of originality. Helen’s head dropped in assent. “You can't keep such a promise now,” Bob cried, reaching out to grasp her shoulders. His fingers sank deep into her flesh and Helen Winced, but she did not struggle to free herself. “You can’t, I say!” Bob raved. “Helen, do you know what you said? You thought you loved him! Don’t you see what that means?” “I've promised. Helen said weakly a a a BOB’S hand fell to hers, held them tight. “Helen,” he pleaded. “Helen, why didn't you give me a chance? I love you so. I might have made you care for me a little.” (To Be Continued)

THE RETURN OF TARZAN

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