Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 46, Indianapolis, Marion County, 3 July 1930 — Page 9

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SYNOPSIS Drsii examines and cross-examine* Cvnthia in the car as Ihev talk of their old pact to live separate lives in the same house, but though he is a bit mlstv. Cvnthia Is finally convinced that h* does not suspect that she is the chorus girl, double of Eleanor Sanver. hia bride, posing as his wife. At the dinner at the house of Eleanor s father thev encounter the Curwoods. with whom Cynthia is already at ease, and a young couple whom she has some difficulty in placing, but bv tart and a lot of larking talk and loktng she finally gets a safe foothold with them and the dinner passes on without incident. Thev sit down to plav bridge afterward, agreeing to meet the rest of the party at a night club later on. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX SANVER looked appealing at Cvnthia. “I haven’t danced since the night before your wedding. Mind?" "Love to.* said Cynthia. She turned to Dean. "You’d much rather 50 to a theater, wouldn't you?” “If I could sit behind you and watch you play?” he ventured. "Why. of course,” she assured him. Lucia Ordeley made a moue. •‘How marriage does improve us women. The last time I played with you. Eleanor, you were in a perfect rage because Dean looked at your hand. You vowed that it was the one unforgivable offense.” "For a fiance, not for a husband,” countered Cynthia. Lucia looked with mock reverence at Dean "What a wonderful man you turned out to be!’ she jeered. "You go better as a husband than as a fiance.” "Isn't that the usual order? How about your husband?” demanded Cynthia. Pretty Mrs. Ordeley patted her husband’s sleeve. “Ralph and I don’t have to advertise.” Asa matter of fact, they didn't. Their obvious devotion to each other would have been pretty had it not been that by contrast it hurt Cynthia. ThfW sat down at the table. “Two and a half?” asked Sanver. The Ordeleys nodded assent. Cynthia had never played for more than a tenth of a cent, and twenty-five times that seemed a fortune. However—and inwardly she smiled— Eleanor glady would okay her losses as necessary- expenses. "Contract?” suggested Lucia. “I don't play it." replied Cvnthia. Old Tom Sanver dropped the deck of cards which he was dealing. "What do you mean, don't play it?” he cried. One again suspicion seemed to hover over Cynthia. "I mean I don't play it well. It's so wild,” she explained. •Well, that's different.” grunted Tom Sanver. "Well make it auction.” But again Cynthia seemed to feel Dean's stare upon her. a a a CYNTHIA had not played any bridge for months. Her game was by no means brilliant, but she soon discovered that she was a negligible factor. All that old Tom Sanver wanted was a partner who would raise his bid. He was like all retired business men. Having conquered the world of finance, it was an affront to his pride if he lost at bridge. Surely one who could bend mighty industries to his will could not fail to be a master of a simple game. Cynthia discovered Sanver s attitude on the first hand. He bid a spade and she. being blank in his suit, and having six hearts to the ace and the king and queen of diamonds, went two hearts. Sanver promptly bid three spades. Mrs. Ordeley doubled and Cynthia passed. Sanver was set 400. "Should I have bid three notrumps?” asked Cynthia. Sanver shook his head. "Certainly not." There was no conversation during the game. Old Tom Sanver frowned upon any utterance that did not have to do with the play. But all through the game Cynthia felt the puzzled scrutiny of Dean. Once he spoke. • I didn't know you dealt with your left hand ” he commented. Over her shoulder she flashed a smile at him. “My right hand—l told you about it” He nodded and said no more. But, though she plumed herself that she successfully had met another difficulty. fear kept steadily mounting in her heart. After the game was ended Sanver v insisted cm paying her lasses. He laughed away Dean's protest.

“Shes your wife, but she's my daughter.” He turned to Cynthia. Ran across Eannerman today. Said you hadn't been to see him yet. No particular hurry, but two hundred thousand is two hundred thousand, and you ought not let a sum like that lie idle.” “I thought I’d keep it handy for my bridge losses,” laughed Cynthia Mrs. Orderley laughed. "If you banked with Ralph, he’d invest for you.” "I'll have to think about that,” said Cynthia. a a a CHE felt a sudden blankness in >3 the manners of the three men. It was the same sort of feeling that she had once experienced when an elevator in which she was riding had fallen. A certain feeling of emptiness overcame her. “Think about it?” cried Sanver. "Why, you've been banking at the First Traders’ since you first had a checking account.” “I meant that I’d think about letting Ralph handle more of my surplus money for investment," explained Cynthia. Lucia Orderley giggled. She put an arm about her husband. •There!” she exclaimed. “By not knowing that Eleanor had an account in your bank. Ralph, I've got you some extra business.” “Just a helpmate all the time,” laughed Ordeley. The incident passed over, but once again Cynthia felt that happy accident, more than her own quick wit. had saved her. Who was Bannerman? And how much money did Eleanor have in various banks? What securities did she own? Perhaps Eleanor owned real estate, was in receipt of rentals; these were matters that must be gone into scon, and she must handle them with utmost subtlety. She breathed easier as she and Lucia went upstairs to Eleanor's former bedroom to powder. “I think Dean is perfectly wonderful,” gushed Lucia. “And I never saw a man so much in love in all my life. Really, I'm almost jealous. Ralph doesn't look at me the way your husband looks at you. He never took his eyes off you all through the game.” Cynthia blushed, and Lucia set it down to the embarrassment of a bride. But as they went downstairs Cynthia's nerves were on edge. Because she successfully had passed through three weeks during which not even Eleanor's maid had become suspicious, she had felt that she could impose as successfully upon the outside world as she had upon Dean and the servants. But from the very outset of her appearance in public she had been skirting the edge of exposure. Today at luncheon she had surprised Tessie Curwood by referring to Randolph Curwood as "Mister Curwood.” That was a trifle, and'a quickly correct 'd trifle, but little drops of water and little grains of sand— SOON Eleanor's friends would begin thinking that she was strange. People laughed charitably at little lapses of memory on the part of a bride. They were always willing to attribute these to an allengrossing love. She debated the idea of professing illness which would confine her to the house. But that might mean doctors, physicians who had known Eleanor since babyhood and who might be quicker of suspicion than any one else. That wouldn't do. For that matter. nothing would do. Stay in or go out. exposure could not be withheld for long. Little things were making Dean eye her curiously. Curiosity might turn to suspicion at any moment, and once suspicion definitely entered his mind it would be hopeless to co.nbat it. Had she attempted anything less incredible than the impersonation of a man's wife, she would have been discovered before this. But some things are so preposterous that their possibility can not even be conceived. This was and would be her great protection. But for how long? Not only curiosity on the part of Dean, but a very definite suspicion in the mind of Bennie Thompson, had been encountered today. Her own cleverness and plenty of good luck had sufficed to put Bennie off the track. But there would be other Bennies to encounter. mam IT was an extremely apprehensive girl that entered the Venetia, one of the latest of New York's night

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clubs. A security that had seemed strengthened by her ability to encounter and destroy a serious suspicion had been weakened by unspoken questions that as yet could not be dignified by the name of suspicion. Tom Sanver did not wait to be conducted to a table. The orchestra was playing Irving Berlin’s latest song, and Cynthia was half way around the room before she noticed the expression on her partner's face. "What’s the matter?” she asked. It seemed to her that she was putting this question, or it was being put to he-, altogether too frequently. Torn Sanver grinned at her. “You and Dean been practicing?” “Why, have I improved?” ‘I thought you couldn’t Charleston? But you've been doing nothing else but." A queer, speculative expression was in the eyes of Eleanor’s father. “A good partner can do anything to the person with whom he's dancing,” Cynthia responded. “Much obliged, but I know just how good I am.” laughed Sanver. “You seem to have changed an awful lot, Eleanor.” “Because I dance better than you thought?” She avoided his eyes. “It isn't that. It's everything,” he told her. “We've been separated a few weeks and you’ve forgotten all about what I'm really like,” she said lightly. “A man doesn’t forget how his daughter dances. Not that you haven't always been a good one, but you never danced like this.” “I should think you'd be glad; probably it's due to the orchestra,' she said. nan TOM SANVER'S greatest joy in his life was dancing. And he entered so thoroughly into the spirit of the dance that it completely engrossed him. He made no further comment on Cynthia’s improvement, except to remark, as he led her to the table which had been reserved for them while they danced, that he'd never enjoyed anything more. He mopped his forehead frankly as he sat down. “I've been accusing Eleanor of sceret practice,’’ he said to Dean. “She denies it, but I'll bet you two have been stepping out together.” Dean shook his head in denial. “Well, if you want to know what it’s like to dance with Marilyn Miller. take your wife out on the floor,” said Sanver. Dean looked inquiringly at Cynthia. To refuse him meant an embarrassment which would be too awkward. Surely there could be no real danger in dancing with him. iTo be Continued) Baby Has Nine Grandparents Bv 7imr* Kprrinl CRAWFORDSVILLE, Ind., July 3. —Betty Joan Biggs, 5-day-old daughter of Mr. and Mrs. lYank Biggs, living west of here has nine grandparents. On the paternal side there are two grandparents and three great-grandparents. On the maternal side, there are two grandparents and two great-grandparents.

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