Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 128, Indianapolis, Marion County, 8 October 1929 — Page 14

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Tins HAS UAPrENED HELEN PAGE feels hopelessly in lova with her suardtan. LEONARD BRENT. After meetine a dvlnn becrgar. CHARLES NELLIN. Br r.t chances his Dlar.s for Helen's future. Soon after he tehs her that she Is the only grandchild of a millionaire. CYRIL K. CUNNINGHAM. Brent takes her to Cunningham and j offers proofs which th lone’.v old man | accents, as he had been searching for i Helen's new friends are EVA j ENNIS and her brother ROBERT, who ; falls In love with her. Brent linos j another locket like the one he had taken . from Neliln to Drove Helen as the heir- j * He also becomes Jealous of Bob and j plots to secure Helen for himself Quickly. Hearing the doctor sav that a sudden | shock would kilt the old man. Brent gets j the servants out of the wav and rushes i Into the sick room shouting wildlv that Helen has been killed. His plans works and when the attendant returns. Cuntng* ham Is dead. ... a Then, acting as sympathiser an(T appealing to her lovalty to him. Breat secures Helen s promise to nv>rrv him. He tries to break off a love affair with Eva without arousing Helen's suspicions. A chance meeting between Helen and ! Bob reveals their love for each other. : but she tells him she is promised to | another. Helen goes to as’* Brent to re- i lease her and finds CARMEL SEGRO in j his apartment. ~ , _ Carmel throws hers ls m Brent s arms before he sees Helen TW makes t j easier for Helen to demand that their be broken, but Brent refuses j to rel*se her. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXX (Continued) "Don’t preach to me,” Helen protested. She realized that she had given h'm an advantage In consenting to listen to him but had no intention of letting him make unfair use of It. "You should have thought of what I am before you did something you must have known you never could explain to me.” a st a Brent answered im-M-j patiently. “My dear girl, that is the crux of the whole matter. I can’t explain—not to a girl like you. I can only beg you to forgive me. “I am a man, Helen, not a callow kid I’ve had affairs, yes. but all that is over and done with. What you saw didn’t mean a thing. A woman I’ve known for years: shed kisc me just as readily at Times square.” Helen smiled, thinking, but not caring enough to say it aloud, that the caress had not been too casual to inspire response. Brent seemed to catch her thought. "Certainly I kissed her,” he admitted hastily. “But it was Just a gesture, of the kind any man of the world makes. I knew so well how little It mattered either to Carmel or to me. It is only you youngsters who attach undue Importance to such things.” Helen half moved to rise. Brent pressed her back with a hand upon her arm- “ Can’t you see? Nothing-I might do could have any effect upon my love for you. It’s simply that life has made it possible for me to fake th'ngs as they come. “I don’t try to stop the sun from rising just because I'm in love. But I keep you apart, dear. In my mind. It is as though you were in a different world. These things might be for me. but they do not 'ouch my feeling for you.” Helen did not care for what he said. She thought it pretty cheap She'd been blind, she told herself, not to see long ago that his life would have crusted him with a layer of sordid inserMtiveness. “It doesn’t matter.” she said coldly. “I’ve told you that I love some one else. I can't marry you now.” “You don't know what love is.’’ Brent retorted, a touch of his real self showing through the role he had assumed for the occasion. Helen’s startled glance sought his face for an answer to his unexpected warmth. “Some raw kid has attrae'ed vou.” Brent went on. lett’ng his feehnas ride him a bit, “and you think you're in love.” Helen’s anrer flared up In return. "It's better than thinking I am in lov- with a man like you,”.she cried hotly. Brent recovered himself and smiled. That smile cut through Helen's new-found sense of freedom like a knife, destroying It almost instantly. She knew that behind it lay his determination to hold her to her promise at any cost. CHAPTER XXXI -j wave you lunched?” Brent said tl surprisingly. This time Helen succeeded in getting to her feet. "No.” she cried “I’m going back to Bramblewood." Brent’s smile still held. “To that puppet, Ennis, I suppose?"

Helen disdained to answer. "Lunch with me.” Brent said, half ermmandingiy before she had moved far away. “We haven’t talked to the end of this thing and I know you won’t be so unfair as to leave it in the air, Helen.” “What more is there to say?” Helen protested. “A great deal.” Brent quietly returned. “Will you lunch with me?” "Not here in your apartment,” Helen declared, thinking of the lunch Carmel had prepared. “Wherever you like,” Brent compromised. “Sherry’s?” Brent nodded. Hplen gathered her things together while Brent got his hat and stick and they loft immediately. Ten minutes later at Sherry’s they ■were seated at the most secluded table available. There were people within earshot of them, but the cosmopolitan air of detachment that pervades New York’s eating places isolated them sufficiently to perrit Brent to plead his case. But all that he could find to say left Helen cold. Finally, as she feared he would, he brought up the subject of her loyalty to him. “You couldn’t have been too fine to do that, could you?” she said when he mentioned the years of care he had given her. “To think of making me pay for something you did for my father, your friend, I mean.” “You weren’t too fine to forget it for a showy hero,” Brent retorted. “That’s not fair,” Helen objected. "I came to you only to ask you to let me go, because I certainly wouldn’t have considered it fine to keep you in ignorance of ... of ” she stopped, her face suffused with vivid color “Your infatuation for Ennis,” Brent supplied with a note of contempt in his voice. tt tt tt "/''i ALL it what you will,” Helen \j replied. “But listen to me. I’ve thought of all you have done for me, and I am grateful. I wouldn’t have broken our engagement without your consent, but when I saw you kiss that woman “Carmel," Brent Interjected. “Forget her Helen. She isn’t worth a thought from you.” “Oh yes, she is,” Helen said swiftly. “I shall never cease being grateful to her.” ‘Then you really think you can put me aside for Ennis?” Brent's voice was crisp as cracking ice. Helen met his question with a ready answer. “Even if there had been no one else—for me,” she said. “I would not marry you now, Leonard. I don't think we ever could understand each other. It’s a mistake for people of such different ages to marry. I'm sure of that. “You see. I don't want to live with the ashes of your past, or feel that one-half of you is devoted to me as to a creature from another world, while the other half Is absorbed with the habit of other women. I want to grow up with the man I marry—to be the only feminine habit he has.” She could not help smiling tenderly over her recollection of Bob’s way with women. Nothing of the weary' exhaustion of the world there. Even his ruthless epithet—that he had hurled at her the night beforehad lost its sting now that she had hope of not deserving it in the slightest degnpe. • Bosh.” Brent said impatiently. He realized that he no longer could woo Helen. In a way it was a relief to give up trying. -There remained pressure and—if necessary —threats He decided to use pressure*—and not to be too gentle about it. “Do you really think there Is any advantage in discovering things for yourself when there is someone at hand to give you the right answer?” he asked. -What do you mean?” Helen asked in turn. “I mean that you will eventually —no matter what you do—come down to earth.” Brent explained “There isn't any unalloyed happiness—no ointment without a fly. Dreams are only dreams, Helen.

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That's simple as A B C. When they become reality they are no longer dreams. Indisputable, isn’t it? But often the awakening is painful. “I can spare you that. My experience of life—discount it as you will —can be bulwark for you if you will let it. Why climb to heights from which you must tumble down when there is someone to tell you that nothing exists iiuthe clouds?” “I might not follow in your path,” Helen suggested, a bit scornfully. tt tt n ‘■'"I’aHERE i$ only one path, or at X least one destination,” Brent replied. “Disillusionment. Why bother, Helen? Your little boy friend, if he is potentially a man, will come to be like the rest of us. There will be other women for him and if he does net accustom himself to taking them lightly it will be only so much the worse for you. “There should bo only one woman with whom a kiss is a kiss; with the others it may be a pleasant little exercise, an amenity, a social grace. What of it? Shall there be no pansies or daisies because roses bloom in the garden? “Don’t you see, dear? With Carmel,” he shrugged, “why dignify the thing? It is only those who hold a place in our thoughts that matter. And nothing is ever farther from my mind than Carmel when she is out of sight.” Helen had a rather sickening feeling that this man's soul had died and that only an attractive husk remained. “I still think,” she said, ‘that I prefer to live my life at first hand, and make my own mistakes if any must be made.” Brent did not argue further. “Not one girl in a million would have the vision to see It differently.” he said resignedly, ‘or the sense to realize that a man whose wild oats are already sown and not in his system is the better risk.” Helen’s lovely pointed chin lifted haughtily. “I do not believe that all men are philanderers,” she said icily. Brent suppressed a smile. ‘ln return for the complimc t of my sex let me say that I do not believe that all women are ingrates,” he said. “You in particular, Helen.” Helen regarded him in dismay. “Then you mean to make me pay, lif you can, for whajt you’ve done j for me?” “I shall not call it paying,” Brent I answered mildly. “I believe that j I can make you happy when you | get over thismooncalf interlude.” “Oh, you are a brute,” Helen flared at him. “Perhaps,” he said lightly. “But there are times, my dear, when any man with even an apology of a brain must be brutal. Were I to let you have your way now I should be sacrificing myself only to make you no happier than you will be with me. (To Be Continued)

THE RETURN OF TARZAN

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