Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 39, Indianapolis, Marion County, 25 June 1930 — Page 8

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SYNOPSIS The following morning Cynthia Brown, chorus girl. “doubling as a bride for Eleanor Sanver. heiress, unlocked her door, but when she met Dean Carey she found that he was aloof and estranged by her withdrawal from him. He was a man of great personal dignity and went his own wav for three weeks when Eleanor's rather came to dine with him. still believing that Cynthia, who was masQuerading as Eleanor, was his own daughter. In the course of a talk at dinner the fact leaked out that Dean was to run for Governor the following year and Cynthia realized that if any inkling of the scandal of his runaway bride leaked out it would ruin his career. For three weeks she had received no word from Eleanor. CHAPTER NINETEEN “OHE probably would have done >3 better to marry Jennings. Certainly she could have done no worse than to marry me,” said Carey. “Well, If you can’t patch it up—” Carey cut short his father-in-law’s speech. “You can’t patch something that hasn’t been torn, that’s never existed.” “That’s what I’m driving at. If you two people can’t make a go of it; if Eleanor is sure she doesn't love you, and you're equally sure that she never will love you, there’s nothing to be done except remedy the situation in the only way it can be fixed up.” “You mean divorce?” said Carey. “Divorce or annulment or what you want to call it. Certainly. I used to think that I was an oldfashioned man, but when it comes to seein&JCleanor all sort of peaked and miserable, I guess I can be as modem as any one else.” “And the modern idea seems to be to let the children cast off responsibility as lightly as they rid themselves of va-aps, eh?” There was the slightest suspicion of a sneer in the younger man’s voice. Sanver colored, but as though he realized that he blushed his voice became slightly aggressive. “If a marriage has never been a marriage, then there isn’t much responsibility involved, is there?” “We were talking a while ago of my political prospects,” said Dean. “Os course you realize that a divorce wouldn’t help them.” “Shucks! We had a President not so long ago who’d been divorced. Or else his wife had. I can’t remember, so you can see how unimportant that is.” “The divorce didn’t take place at a crucial “ime in his career,” objected Carey. “And you’re going to put your damned politics ahead of my daughter's happiness?” Sanver’s voice was a threatening growl now. “What about my happiness? I’ve a right to consider that, haven’t I?” parried Dean. “Don’t tell me that political success has anything to do with happiness,” sneered Sanver. “I wasn’t thinking of politics. I was thinking of my marriage. Don't lose sight of the fact that I'm in love with Eleanor.” “But you admit yourself that it won't work. Carey shook his head. “I’ve admitted that it hasn't worked so far. but that doesn't mean that it never will.”

“But you just said that she would have done better to marry Jennings, that she couldn’t have done worse than to marry you.” “Damn it all, do you expect me to be as logical as a brief before the supreme court?" cried Carey. “Do you expect me to be calm, to choose my words? If I could think the same thoughts two minutes in succession, if I could adhere to a plan for ten minutes—” The elder man’s eyes softened. “You're a white boy, Dean, and il like you. The devil of it is that ll love my daughter, and between the two I have to side with her.” P “Why side with either of us?” demanded Carey. “In other words, mind my own business, eh?” Carey managed to smile. “Well, that’s always fairly sound advice, isn’t It?” “Maybe,” admitted Sanver. “But I’ve talked to you and heard your side. I’m going to talk to Eleanor." ana AS the two men entered the living room Cynthia was instantly aware that she had been under discuMton by them. It needed no sixth tense on her part to realize this: Stover's manner had that blustering aggressiveness which is the sign of uncertainty, while Dean was patently under restraint.

Sanver never had achieved worldly success through the exercise of tact or diplomacy. A blusterer, but a fighter nevertheless, he had worked in no devious ways when he had been active in business life. No financial opponent ever truthfully had whined that Sanver had tricked him or hit below the belt. To say what he wanted and to take what he wanted: this was Sanver’s rule of life. So now, confronted with a problem which he had instantly made his own, not even his son-in-law’s hinted warning held him back. He walked straight to Cynthia and put his arms around her. “You come right home with your daddy,” he said. That was the Sanver way, to begin in the middle. He looked defiantly toward Dean. Cynthia, too, looked at Carey. A stranger might have thought that the younger man was a distinterested spectator. But Cynthia knew better. She even wondered if that restraint could give way and if Carey could match the flustering belligerency of Sanver with equal determination. Her heart leaped at Sanver’s suggestion. It was a way out—only: was it the way that Eleanor would have her choose? There had always'been departure from Carey as a way out; returning to the house of Eleanor’s ather was but a variation of her .wn idea of flight. Drawn as she was to Eleanor’s father, having conceived for him an instant affection, she felt a sudden desire to shake him. Small wonder that Eleanor was willful; she had inherited the quality from her father. For only a willfulness that disregarded others could lead Tom Sanver into such a gaucherie as this. “Don't you think you’d better let Dean and myself settle our own problems?” she asked. Sanver colored. “I know—Dean told me to mind my own business. But if my .laughter’s business isn’t my own—” “But it isn’t,” Cynthia interjected. “Just the same I'm not going to have my daughter made miserable because of a mistake,” declared Sanver. “Don’t you be afraid your daddy will scold. You come home with me. and Dean s lawyers will fix it up with nine.” tt a tt CHE glanced at Dean. But his gray eyes were veiled, and the thin lips were more ascetic than usual. He was waiting, she knew, for her decision. A queer impulse to accept the elder man's crude solution almost mastered her. A perversity of which she had not suspected herself capable made her want to see how Dean would meet such a situation. She recognized the source of the impulse. This man had not breathed one word of love since she had repulsed him on the vedding night. She discovered that she had unknowingly harbored a resentment at his acquiescence :n the situation. What a cheap vanity she possessed, that she could want Dean to impair his own pride as a tribute to her attraction! She was ashamed of herself, and this feeling lent edge to her words as she replied to Sanver: “You must let us settle the matter in our own way. If it comes to lawyers, then I’ll leave it all to you.” Events, she was beginning to find out, never re ps highly colored as perspective makes them out to be. Had she been able to visualize such a scene as this, she would have imagined rantings and arguments and perhaps blows. As it was. Sanver hid what discomfited resentment he may have had, kissed her clumsily, nodded to Dean and tamped heavily out of the room. She waited until she heard the street door below close after him; then she too rose. “Wait a bit.” said Dean. She sat down again. Carey dropped into a chair a few feet away. “Don't you think it’s time we* came to some understanding?” he began. “You just said to your father that we could settle oar own problems. Well, if that is so, let’s settle them now.” She made no answer, and after a slight pause ne went on: “I’ve been pretty patient. I know

—By Williams

that Jacob waited seven years, but I wonder if Rachel liked him any better or respected him more because of that. Anyway, I don’t intend to defer settlement of our relations for any such length of time as that. Your father suggested divorce.” “You told him?” she asked. “Do you think I would? You ought to know better than that. You also ought to know that if a man and his wife don’t live together servants are apt to talk. Your father’s valet is friendly with your maid. And don’t blame the servants for talking.” He misinterpreted the flash in her eyes. “I #on’t. But I’m surprised that Mr. Sanver let his valet talk about his daughter’s affairs.” Carey’s forehead wrinkled. “Mister Sanver?” He eyed her strangely. n tt a SHE fought against the confusion that nearly overwhelmed her. In three weeks she had made no error in her part. “Father, I mean” she explained. “You've quit calling him Daddy Tom, haven’t you?” There was a vague curiosity in his voice. ' “Let’s not talk about him. Naturally, thinking of something else all the time, my mind isn’t on what I’m calling him.” It was lame, this excuse, and she knew it. But that curiosity visible in Dean's eyes vanished. “All right, we won’t talk about him. But let’s come to an understanding ourselves. What do you want? Your father proposes divorce; you don’t want that. No more do you want me. I’ve given you three weeks to think matters over. How much time do you want?” “I don’t know,” she told him. For the first time exasperation sounded in his voice. “What sort of a woman are you? What do you think marriage Is? How long do you think any man will endure a situation like this?” “You aren’t any man,” she told him. Now the thin lips that had only been austere or gently smiling, in her experience, twisted in a sneer. Strangely, he became more attractive. She had always been aware that he could night back, but she liked to see him do it. “Indeed, I’m not,” he said. “I wish I were. It seems to me that the most useless burden which a man can carry into marriage is respect. Women don’t appreciate it. They interpret it as a sign of weakness. The old-fashioned cave man had the right idea.” He rose from the chair and walked up and down the room. “Had you left the house with your father tonight, I’d not have lifted a finger to stop you,” he stated. “I didn't want him to interfere. Just the same, I let him. But instead of going away with him, you remain.” (To Be Continued)

(To Be Continued)

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