Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 50, Indianapolis, Marion County, 8 July 1930 — Page 11

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SYNOPSIS The pretended wife of Dean Carey, whore real name was Cvnthia Brown, woke eariv the followinit morning and made up her mind to face the aituation aa it reaiiv existed. Eleanor Eanver, heiress. Cvrthla's exact double, the bride of an hour, had disappeared with her former lover, promising to return at once, and had prevailed upon Cvnthia. her double, to masouerade as the bride. Then Eleanor had disappeared and Cvnthia. caught in a trap, had struggled on waiting for word from her. Now Cvnthia found herself In the clutches of Bennie Thotr son. c professional blackmailer, and n enacec bv the growing suspicion of C irev Driven to the wall *h goe- to Eieanor'a father. TWENTY-NINE (Con.) “I knovhe chuckled, “but just the same—wish to goodness those fool doctors hadn’t ordered me to quit work so long ago. Now that you've gone—did you come to tell me that you wanted to come back?” She disengaged herself from his embracer" She sat down, and he fell hack In the great upholstered armchair before his desk. CHAPTER THIRTY “r ATHER surprising that you tv should discover so quickly that Dean and 1 weren't hitting It off * She was beginning by easy stages. Sanver colored. He looked sheepish. “As you get old. you listen to gossip, even to servants* gossip. I know I was all wrong. Any# one could tell la..t night that you and Dean were dead in love writh each other.” t “You noticed something strange ebout me. didn't you?” she asked. “You sure dance better than you ever have In your life before,” he said. “Yet I hadn't danced a step since the day of the wedding,” she told him. His eyes were puzzled .vaguely. “That’s a funny way to refer to it. The wedding. You modern girls are ever my head; you’re so impersonal. Any one listening wouldn’t know it was your wedding you were referring to.” “It wasn’t.” she said flatly. He looked at her a moment, then laughed uncertainly. “I suppose that’s funny, and I ought */> laugh, but your old Daddy Tom A getting stupid with the years.” “It was your daughter’s wedding,” she said. Well?” * You know your daughter pretty well?” Now the puzzlement in his eyes gave way to alarm. “Eleanor, what are you driving at? Know my daughter well? Wasn’t I so half crazy when your mother died, leaving you to take her place, that I wouldn't let anyone feed you or bathe you for the first few months of your life? Wasn't I so afraid that something would happen to you that I near lost every cent I had in the world because of the way I. neglected business and spent all my time watching over you? Know you? As no man in the world, as your husband If he lives with you fifty years, will ever know’ you.” “Then for God's sake look at me,” ehe cried. a a a SHE had not meant to be melodramatic, but the sincerity and fervor of the old man's speech communicated itself to her. She rose, threw wide her hands, and stared at him. “What’s all this?” Alarm was more plainly visible in his eyes. “Eleanor, you don't act naturally.” “I look like your daughter?” she insisted. “Well, why not?” he demanded. “DO I act like her?” “What are you driving at? Have you gone crazy. Eleanor?” “Would your daughter marry a man and then—not be a wife to the man she married?” “I’d never have thought you'd welsh on a bargain. Eleanor.*' “Then you don’t know your daughter. Because she ran off with another man on the day she married Dean Carey.” “But vouYe here—what are you talking about? You never left r|fin ** -I didn’t, but your daughter did,” she told him. Understanding came to him as revelations are supposed to descend upon mystics. But h:s reaction was one she never could have antidGod. you tell me what you’ve done to Eleanor!” he roared. For a moment, as he towered above her. fury In his eyes, she thought that he meditated striking her- Incongruously she thought of

some animal of the jungle defending its young. For there was something brutal in Sanver’s expression. Moreover, there had been a catlike agility in the way be had risen from the great armchair behind his desk. Also, something that lay deeper than mere mentality had prompted his leap toward her. It seemed impossible that, having heard her amazing statement, understanding' could have come so quickly through any mental process. a a a HER statement had been so unbelievable that she could not comprehend how any one could accept it so instantly without the aid of instinct. But the fashion in which he halted his advance proved that if he had acted through the awakening qf a dormant savage instinct, reason had resumed its sway. Tom Sanver had met scores of emergencies during that business career of his which now, because of his retirement, had become legendary despite the fact that he was only in late middle life. Quick to wrath, he was just as quick to regain self-control. If Cynthia had been frightened by the transformation from kindliness to anger, she was even more frightened by his sudden calm. “D— I’ve done nothing to her,” she stammered.

Sanver shook his head, as though dismissing her defense. “Certainly not; you wouldn’t be here if you’d harmed her. Unless” —and the beast look gleamed momentarily again in his eyes—“you thought of blackmail. But you wouldn’t do that. A girl so like my child that even I was deceived can’t be crooked.” He shook his head again, not with crisp decisiveness this time, but as one who is confronted with an incredibility which must be accepted. “You’re not Eleanor. That I know. And yet, even thoutli I know it, it’s hard to believe. Hard?” He laughed harshly. “It doesn't seem true now’. You have her voice, her tricks of expression. My God, any one would think you had the same soul! "Even now that you’ve told me I can’t see a difference. But I can feel one. I don't know how or why. I only know that if you hadn’t told me I’d never have guessed. “But now—we’re wasting time. Sit down. Don’t be frightened. Whoever you are. whatever you are, I know you’ve done nothing to injure Eleanor. You couldn't. “If you were the sort of person to do her harm, I couldn’t have felt love for you, even though I thought you were Eleanor.” He brushed his hand across his forehead. “You’re not my daughter Eleanor. But you're going to be my other daughter.” He laughed a bit uncertainly. “I know I'm not crazy but it seems to me taat my talk is insane. I don’t even know who you are and yet I feel toward you as if you were another Eleanor. Tell me about it.” a a a HIS rage was entirely dissipated. Cynthia knew that between her and this man existed an affection which would grow greater with time. She had known all along that Sanver loved her, and loved her for herself. F s words proved that she had not be mistaken in her recognition of the bond between them, a bond exactly similar to that which had held her to Eleanor. All along she had been assuring herself that Dean too loved her, but in a different fashion. It must be different A man can love two daughters, but he can not love two women. Yet Dean loved her. Into this love passion entered; it was not the affection of a father for his child. When Eleanor should return, and Dean must choose between them, which would he choose? Inevitably he must choose herself. She had been sure of this, but somehow the fact that Tom Sanver frankly stated that she would be another daughter to him seemed to bolster up her conviction that Dean would love her. And if these thoughts were disloyal to Eleanor she could comfort herself with the reflection that the thoughts never would take on the qualities of action, but would remain no more than hopeless, unhappy tAhughts. She Iffdly knew where to begin,

—By Williams

and chose to start at random. “My name is Cynthia Brown. I was in the chorus of the Zogbaum show ” She paused, impelled thereto by Sanver’s start. “I saw you there. We all talked about you.” He colored as remembrance of the implication of that conversation came back to him. “But Eleanor didn't know you—you didn't know her.” “After the performance, at the supper club, we met each other.” ana IN those moments when she had anticipated complete confession, she had imagined that whoever listened to her would interrupt, would accuse and denounce her, but Tom Sanver did none of these things. He listened in absolute silence as she told him all that had happened since Eleanor had come to see her at her apartment and proposed the amazing exchange of identities. And his first remark when she finished was totally unexpected- “ Poor Dean,” he said. He smiled rather wanly at the expression of surprise on her face. “To be married to one woman and to love another is rather tough, don’t you think?” She blushed at the question. In telling him her story she had skirted the edges of these moments of passion which had so frightened her. But old Tom Sanver guessed at more than she would have expected- “ Don’t think I’m not concerned about Eleanor. But Eleanor can take care of herself, while Dean — you know, I told you last night that you two were in love with each other. You may get over it, but he won’t.” Cynthia noticed that he said not one word in condemnation of Eleanor. Instead he berated himself because he had underestimated the quality of her love for Phil Jennings and had separated the two four years ago. a a a “T THOUGHT he was a damned JL young fortune hunter,” he said. “I knew he was a weakling, but what difference does that make? If Eleandr wanted him, I should have let her have him. “Suppose that he’d been all kinds of a rascal, still, if he could have given her happiness, even for a little while, that would have been more than I gave her! My own conceit and selfishness! “I didn’t want my daughter to marry an unknown painter. I wanted her to marry a man of assured success with the promise of a brilliant future. That was so that I could plume myself.” He had done little weeping over spilt milk in his business career, and now that something far more disastrous than any financial catastrophe had come to him, he did not spend much time in self-pity. “We won’t minimize what she’s done. A rotten, insane trick, but she’s my daughter, and it doesn’t matter what she’s done. We’ve got to get her out of it.” (To Be Contin-ied)

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