Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 51, Indianapolis, Marion County, 9 July 1930 — Page 11

JULY 9, 1930.

OUT OUR WAY

Twin Wives BY ARTHUR SOMERS ROCHE COPYWRIGHT COLLIER'S WEEKLY

SYNOPSIS Cvnthl* Brown’s talk *Uh Eleanor’s father was so startlin* to him that for a time he lost control of himself and even threatened her. but she told him the truth fearlessly and honestly and In the end he realised that Cvnthla had •aken the great risks of her double life, posing as Dean Carey's bride. In place of Eleanor Saeiver. purely for her love of E eanor Then. too. the father realised that he had be>-n to blame In separating the painter. Phil Jennings, from Eleanor when she had declared that he was her first and only love. The father also knew that Dean Carey really loved Cynthia and not Eleanor at and with the accustomed energy and power of a great financier he started to try and solve the great problem. CHAPTER THIRTY (Continued) “And when you’ve got her out of it. what then?'’ demanded Cynthia. “And you talk. Mr. Sanver as though we knew where she was.” “It won't be hard to find out.” he assured her. “I'm not worried about finding her. It may be harder than it would have been if you'd come to me right away ” CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE *T COULDN'T do that," objected J. Cynthia. His nod was tacit agreement. “She and her young man left the Burlingame. You tell me that the clerk thought you were Eleanor, and of course was rattled by your asking where they’d gone. But if you'd stayed with him, slipped him a tip. he probably would have given you a hint as to where they'd gone. I guess you were more rattled than he was. But money—and I’ll spend plenty—wi'i clear it up. We'll find Eleanor. A few screws put on that doctor, the one who attended Jennings, will get us plenty of information. Os course, they may have left the country, but even then we’ll find them.” This was the first time that Cynthia ever had ""me in contact with the colossal confidence that the possession of great wealth inspires. “But you seem to forget that Eleanor promised me she’d come back. Do you think she’d break her word, have no consideration for me?” “What are -ou driving at?” Sanver asked; “That perhaps she couldn't come back. That seemed to me the only possible explanation.” Sanver shook his head. “She broke the most solemn vow a woman can take wher she stepped out cn Dean. Oh. maybe she intended to return in an hour, but a woman who takes a vow seriously isn't doing that sort of thing. “She was double-crossing Dean and me when she went down to see Jennings. Why wouldn't she doublecross you? * Cynthia stared at him. “She gets it from you.” “Now what do you mean by that?” inquired Sanver. Into Cynthia's voice came a touch of anger. “I tell you of the thing your daughter's done, the most unbelievable thing a woman could do- And yet you act as calmly, as cold-bloodedly as you say she has acted.” Sanver smiled gently. “It isn't going to do any good to scream with excitement, is it? Eleanor has been gone more than three weeks, hasn't she? A few minutes longer can’t make much difference. I can’t do anything yet. I have to think of a plan, first.” thought it would be so easy to find her." Despite her pity for himCynthia could not forbear this Jeer. “I’m not thinking about her this minute. I mean about finding her. I’m thinking about Dean —and you." "About me?” “Why not? Some Sanver has to show some decency in this affair. Eleanor hasn't shown much- She takes the most attractive man she knows—she may think young Jennings is more attractive than Carey, but not one woman in a hundred would find him so—and sends to live in closest intimacy with that man the most attractive girl she's ever seen. "I can pull Eleanor back by the scruff of her young neck, from wherever she is, but what about you?” a a a voice sounded faint even to her own ears. "I’m not to be considered,” she protested. "Why not? You're in love with Dean. A blind man could have told that last right. And he—he was in love with Eleanor all right, but hf wasn't crazy about her the way he is about you. He never looked at her the way he looked at you last night. ‘ My daughter has done a dreadful thing. Before I think of anything

else I ought to think of how to rem- j edy what she has done." “But what’s the use of trying to think of the solution of an impossible situation?” asked Cynthia wearily. “What was your idea? What did you intend to do if Eleanor came back?” “To run away,” Cynthia replied. “Not walk away, but run away, eh? Why’ll you run? To get away from Dean or to get away from yourself?” “Oh, what does it matter? Suppose I do love him and suppose that he loves me? Nothing can come of it. Eleanor must come back to him. The scandal would ruin Dean. You know that. No man could have a political future who’d figured in such a scandal as this.” “I suppose you’re right,” admitted Sanver. “But would Dear be fooled if Eleanor came back to him?” Cynthia shook her head doubtfully. “How could he guess what had really happened? And if he’s learned to love me, he'd learn to love Eleanor again.” “I’m not so sure of that,” said Sanver. “But we’ll cross those bridges when we come to them. Meanwhile—this Bennie Thompson person? What about him?” “You know as much as I do,” said Cynthia. “You can’t guess what his next move will be?” “I lay awake all last night trying to figure it out. But I’ve told you all that. That’s why I’ve come to you.” a a a SANVER patted her hand. “Don’t you break down now. You’ve been the bravest, gamest girl that ever lived. You mustn't weaken now when we re nearly at the end of this.” She couldn't share his strange confidence that Eleanor would be found so easily. Nevertheless, because she did not wish him to share her terrors as to Eleanor’s possible fate, she nodded an assent. ”1 won't weaken,” she promised. “But if Bennie Thompson—” Sanver acted with that decision which had made him a multimillionaire in early life. He asked for a number, got it, then inquired for Zogbaum. Cynthia knew how difficult of telephone! access Zogbaum was. and if she needed proof of the magic of the Sanver name it was afforded her by the celerity with which the theatrical producer answered the telephone. "That you. Zoggy? You've got a rat named Bennie Thompson working for you. Could you think of any good excuse, that wouldn’t make the boy suspect anything, to send him over to my house? Don't let him know that I want to see him. Think up a good errand. Just as soon as possible. Much obliged.” He hung up the receiver, then jiggled it again. In another moment he was talking to the police commissioner. “Two big dumo cops, Ryan,” he said. “I may v.'ant'an arrest made, but I don’t think so. Want to throw a scare into a young man Right away? Thanks.” He turned to Cynthia: “You run along. I'll settle Bennie Thompson for good f.nd all. And the minute it’s attended to. I’ll start the machinery that will locate Eleanor. Don’t worry about that. I’ll find her. You go home. You’re not afraid to?” She blushed deeply. ‘l'm not afraid," she told him. a a a THERE comes with confession a lightening of the spirit. True. Cynthia's major deception has been carried out against Dean; his was the graver injury. But nevertheless she had lied, in deed if not in actual word, to Eleanor’s father, and confession to him seemed to lift a weight from her heart. Sanver now would carry part of the weight of deception. Somehow, his confidence that he would take care of Bennie Thompson was almost as reassuring as’ his confidence that he would locate Eleanor. But as she thought of the latter ♦he weight of guilt grew heavy upon her again. Dean was not at home for luncheon. and her natural healthy appetite was impaired by anxiety. Tom Sanver’s illuminating moment of rage had told her that he would stand for no nonsense from his daughter. His cool understanding ofUsfc

—By Williams

flaws in Eleanor’s character made it certain that he would make her return to her husband. How long would she stay? What sort of marriage could be made out of this one that had failed at the outset? She would slip away furtively. Dean never would know what had gone out of his life, but he surely would know that something had departed. There would be, of course, a divorce arranged. Eleanor might find some happiness in a legitimatized union with Phil Jennings. Cynthia doubted this; the memory of the.brutal wrong she had done to Dean would not be soon obliterated. And Dean would be unhappy, and she, Cynthia, would be miserable for the rest of her days. But to what purpose was all this reasoning? She had gone all through these arguments with herself before. All that they succeeded in doing was to put into her heart a hope that Eleanor would not return, that she could never be found. Exorcism of the hope by acts of conscience seemed to do no good. It returned again and again. a a a SHE had told Tom Sanver of the imposture because she no longer could do without someone to share her secret. Sooner or later Sanver must inform his son-in-law of the trick that had been played on him. She wished that it could be told to Dean right now. Somehow, the fact that another person knew of the imposture made it seem more ignoble to continue with the deception of Dean. For Dean was first with her, always must be first. It seemed to her that by confessing to Sanver she had added to the wrong she was doing Dean. But what use were all these selfreproaches? She lay down in her bedroom after luncheon. It was nearly time for dinner when Mary awakened her from the sound sleep into which she had fallen. She called up Tom Sanver the minute that her brain was cleared of the fog of slumber. “The little rat didn’t show up. Zogbaum phoned me to tell me that he couldn’t get hold of him. It’s a matinee day, and he naturally thought he’d find him backstage, but it seems that Thompson had sent word he was sick. Zogbaum sent around to his address, but he had moved this morning and had left no new address. However, as soon as he shows up for the evening perforamnee—if he does—Zogbaum will send him over to me. Don't you worry about him. “And I’ve got an agency out looking for Eleanor; the Greenings, the best private detectives in the country. Work for me in strikes and other uiatters. They’ll find her. And there's something else I want you to keep in mind. You're never to worry about money. “I guess you knew that, anyway, but I wanted to be sure you did. One more thing, you’re to do no running away. You and I are going to have a long talk after we find Eleanor.’* (To Be Continued)

TARZAN AND THE JEWELS OF OPAR

The Arabs carried Werper to their village, where in the chief's own tent, slaves gave him food and drink until he recovered. Then came Achmet to his prisoner. “I am Achmet Zek,” he announced. ‘ Who are you, and what are you doing in my country?” Werper's eyes went wide and his heart sank. He knew he was in the wishes of a cutthroat-hater of all Europeans.

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Werper knew also that for years the military force sof Belgian Congo had waged a fruitless war upon this man and his followers. Yet in the fellow's very hatred of Belgians Werper saw a faint ray of hope for himself. He, too, was an outcast and an outlaw now. This they possessed in common, and Werper decided to use that fact for all its was worth. They were t fact for all its was worth. They were brothers under the skin.

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“I have heard of you,” said Werper, “and was searching for you. My people have turned against me. They are following and would kill me. I hate them. I knew you woul protect me, for you, too, hate them. I am a trained soldier. I can fight and your enemies are new my enemies.” Achmet Zek scowled and Werper gave up hope. But Achmet often scowled when another man would smile.

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This time he was thinking what use he could make of his prisoner. After a moment he said: “If you have lied to me, I will kill you at any time. What return, other than your life, do you expect for your services?” “Only my keep at first. Later, you will find I am worth more." So the agreement was reached and Werper was initiated into the outlaw band.

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