Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 30, Indianapolis, Marion County, 14 June 1930 — Page 5

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SYNOPSIS Cynthia, the actress, who is impersonating Eleanor: the daughter of millions. on the day of the latter's wedding, stands at the door of Eleanor's room trying to muster up courage to go down and face the milling crowd of guests on the main floor. Eleanor's father, who had partaken liberally of champagne, thinking it was his own daughter, kissed her and rushed her through the swirling throng to the bridegroom, who in a hurried greeting also showed that he had no suspicion of her Identity. The two men said it was now all arranged so that she could slip away with her supposed husband to anew home that had been furnished and decorated for the newly-weds. El-arnor is at the bedside of her former sweetheart, who has tried to kill himself. CHAPTER TEN SHE felt a hysterical desire to scream her guilt aloud. She felt that if she looked another second into Carey’s eyes she would confess her shameful duplicity. Then, even as she battled with that instinct for confession which always follows, in the decent-mind-ed, the commission of a wrong, her brain informed her that confession would not repair the wrong, but would render it irrevocably greater. She managed to steal a glance at 'Eleanor’s watch upon her own wrist. Nearly half an hour had elapsed since she had left her little flat. Thirty minutes more and Eleanor would be here. She must be in Eleanor’s room, and certainly no one—not even Mary, the maid, if she could be got rid of—should see the two girls together. Perhaps, indeed, Eleanor would arrive earlier. She might even now be upstairs. A sickening thought came to her. Eleanor had given her the key leading from the Molvania into the Sanver home. She could not have had the forethought to provide herself with a duplicate. How, then, was she to enter the house? But she dismissed this anxiety. There was a servants’’ entrance, and if one of the house employes should see Thomas Sanver’s daughter enter, even while that daughter was supposed to lie in the Sanver ballroom, Eleanor s quick wit could be trusted to solve the difficulty somehow. For thirty minutes, then, at the outside, she must defer their departure from this hc-use. And during those thirty minutes she must make frequent, trips to Eleanor’s apartment, to discover Eleanor upon the instant of her arrival. •’Bless your heart,” said Carey tenderly, “this sort of thing is barbarous enough to give any one a nervous breakdown.” He gestured at the milling throng, which, by some odd chance of the moment, was giving the bridal couple an opportunity to converse with each other. “Why did wf have it?” Cynthia asked. It was an idle question, a retort uttered for the purpose of gaining time, but its effect surprised her. For Carey wrinkled his brows in bewilderment. “Why, it’s just the thing, this big crowd, that I didn’t want. It was you who insisted—” Quickly she retrieved the error. “But you shouldn't have let me have my own way.” “Would you really prefer me masterful?” he asked. “But aren’t you?” she countered. “This to the man who had to beg and beg and beg for you?” he laughed. “When a man begs and begs, isn’t he really flattering the woman with a pretense? Unless he were masterful. sh wouldn’t let him teg the second time.” “It doesn’t sound logical, or wouldn't if any one else said it, but you could make me believe anything,” he told her. His unintended implication chilled her. In half a dozen sentences she had found herself entering into a play aa though it were reality; there had been something unexpectedly delightful in the interchange of light talk. “Your headache has come back,” he said. She averted her face. Re was sensitive to the subtlest change in her voice, to the most fleeting expression in her eyes. Os course he could ascribe her change of mood only to that headache which had been advanced as the reason for her hiding in her room. But the fact that he knew instantly her spiritual temperature, so to speak, was most disquieting. She had said nothing when he stated his belief in her, and yet his question had been instantaneous.

THIS was no ordinary man whom Eleanor had married. Intellect, character, and will were written on his face, but beyond these qualities she guessed at other things and guessing marveled anew that Eleanor could disdain the chance for happiness with him. Not—and she realized this—that he had said anything of any great import, but the little he had said was most illuminating to her. Why? Disturbingly she asked herself this question. She was grateful for Sanver’s interruption of their tete-a-tete. She was able to think while she carried on a conversation with Carey, but the presence of a third person rendered her. strangely, more alive to the dangers of the situation and less liable to an introspection that might trap her into an unguarded word. To Sanver had been relaxing as he would have phrased it. His cheeks were a trifle redder than usual, and he showed quite visibly a tendency toward emotionalism. "If you two want to slip quietly away. I’ll create a diversion of some sort,’ he volunteered. “I’ll holler ‘Fire’ or throw a fit, or anything you like.” Carey’s eagerness was all too patent, and Cynthia hated herself again for the deception which she must practice. “Oh, I don’t want to leave you yet, father,” she said. In her voice was a real alarm that made tears bubble in Sanver’s eyes. But her words sounded oddly to him. “Father? Since when did I cease to be Daddy Tom? I know marriage changes a girl, but ” Cynthia cut short his laughing utterance. It would not do for Sanver evei. to joke about changes in his daughter. Suspicions begin subi consciously, but no one can anticipate the moment when they step into the conscious. “Married women must be dignified,” she interrupted him, “and speak of fathers, not of daddies.” She had never uttered so banal a statement in her life before, and her own maladroitness annuyed her. But the champagne that Sanver had drunk had made him so mistily sentimental that he hardly heard the explanation whose stupidity was so offensive to her. And, in the same breath that she was annoyed, she realized that she could hardly expect to be an impromptu Bernard Shaw. tt a tt YET even as she felt that she was carrying off the situation most remarkably, doubts as to her ability to carry it much farther attacked : her. All she had to do just now was to let matters drift, but she found herself incapable of doing this. She found her nerves alert, not for any suspicion in other, but for anything suspicious in herself. “I think I'll go up to my room and lie down again,” she said. Sanver and Carey exchanged glances. She felt that she had made another mistake. “Don't you think you’d better wait until we get heme?” suggested Carey. “Home?” she echoed. Sanver’s face creased in a grin of complacency. “We were going to surprise you. Just a block away is the house that I’ve fixed up for you. Dean was going to surprise you with it. You can slip away and be having a nap before you know it.” She felt that terror which the victim of claustrophobia feels when he is accidentally locked in a darkened room. As long as the ordinary wedding journey had been expected by her, she felt that on some excuse or other its start could be delayed. But if it had been planned that the newly married couple defer the wedding trip until after occupancy of the new home there was hardly any excuse that would avail to delay their departure from the Sanver home. Something of her alarm, despite the rigidity to which she tried to school her features, must have been visible to both the men. For once again they exchanged glances, and this time she read open apprehension in them. Carey's arm went gently around her. There was something reassuring about the embrace. Even as she realized that there should be in | his touch only horror lor her, there

—By Williams

came the equal realization that should-be’s are not always to be counted upon. Mockery though Carey’s protective embrace was to her, she nevertheless felt an impulse to sink into it, to let his right arm extricate her from the incredible difficulty in which she was involved. But inasmuch as Carey himself was the difficulty, his could hardly be the arm to lift her free. This cynical reflection brought her out of a moment of weakness which had crept upon her. tt tt tt “/AUR home?” Her eyes, her lips so prettily parted in pretended pleasure, the gurgling inflections of her voice all were equally triumphs of acting. Then her eyes clouded. “But, Daddy Tom—up to now I've been your daughter and nothing else.” There was a sob in her voice, and real tears were in her eye. And these were not pretended. In the moment that Tom Sanver had seized her on the stairs she had acquired for him an affection as deep as it had really been his daughter that he held in his sturdy arms. That she should deceive him, even though for his own happiness and as if it had really been his daughter was unforgivable. The act violated an instinctive decency within her. But the honest emotion worked to her disadvantage, exactly as momentary honesties have always worked to the disadvantage of those engaged in dishonesty. For Carey seized her hand firmly. “You like me masterful, you said? Then I’m going to be like that from this moment. Let’s go.” She had not yet had opportunity to slip upstairs and learn if Eleanor had arrived. But it was impossible that this wicked masquerade should be earned any farther. Then, as she looked at the two men, she knew that not yet could she expose herself. She’d fight for another few minutes in behalf of Eleanor. She banished tragedy from her eyes and summoned sweet surrender to them. “I’ll run upstairs, get some things—” “Everything is in the car outside,” objected Carey. Well, it was impossible that she expose Eleanor, and it was equally impossible that she deceive Eleanor’s husband any longer. She felt that millstones were grinding her. But as it seemed to her that the grinding would result in nothing less than complete obliteration she saw, standing upon the stairway, beckoning to her, Mary, the maid. The situation could not be met, but it could be avoided momentarily. Before either Sanver cr Carey could detain her, she had darted toward the maid. (To Be Continued) Phone Improvement Started Bm Times Boccial HARTFORD CITY, Ind., June 14. —Work has been started by the Indiana Bell Telephone Company on $20,000 worth of improvements and extensions to its plant here.

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