Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 41, Indianapolis, Marion County, 27 June 1931 — Page 11

JUNE 27,1931

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TT .„_ today UANE BARRETT. 18 and beautiful J“*L t .. ot the convent, coes to dinner Molly Cronin, a neighbor, and two of Molly s men friende. Xne men Quarrel and one Is shot. H e Llano frantically sends a note to heather CASS BARRETT, asking her to come at once. Cass goes and due to her pleading SHANE Mr DERM ID. the toum policeman in charge, releases Liane * Cass Is a rather faded actress employed In a stock company. Hhe and Liane go to the theater and later that evening the girl encounters a handsome stranger who calls her by name A few days later Cass and Liane leave the hot city for Willow Stream l i where Cast has an engagement in a summer stock company, sponsored by the WMlthy MRS. y I Af l^ n a u =- iotfoduces Liane to CLIVE CLEESPAUGH. who seems attracted to Elsie. Lla&e is emMURIEL LADD, a society girl. Shane A? tr 'l Liane that the man wounded in the gun fight will live Liane Is relieved greatly. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER THREE (Con.) CASS looked troubled. “Does she seem quite—quite nice for you, dear?” she asked Liane. “After all! you know very little about her.” “Oh, mother, I’ve got to have some fun!” begged Liane. “Let the kid go. She’ll probably crab some of the little snake’s plans without meaning to,” Elsie urged, low-voiced. “Liane’s pretty enough for anything.” On Sunday night, since there was to be no performance, Muriel sent the car around for her guest. Liane, with high-beating heart, was handed down by an attentive footman. The house looked infinitely imposing with its great verandas, its maroon-frocked maids moving attentively about. She left her WTap in an upstairs room done in faded pinks and blues, a Louis XIV room. She descended the black walnut stairs. Muriel, In a frock the coolor of moonlight, stood in the center of a chattering group. She turned, lifting those Insolent eyebrows quissically at Liane. “Perfect,” she said, putting down her cocktail glass. She swung Liane about, holding her by the WTist. “Tableau,” she cried. “Tempest and Sunshine!” Liane blushed to the roots of her bronze curls. “I'll begin with you,” Muriel said, indicating a tall man who lounged against an atrocious white marble mantel. “This is Van Robard, Liane, the well-known heart-wrecker.” Liane looked Into the deep-set eyes and met the mocking smile of the man who had called her by her name that night outside Vernon’s office! Her confusion was lost in the chatter and the clink of crystal as a man in livery went from group to group, proffering goblets and* napkins, sea green and smaller than a lady’s handkerchief. Liane accepted a goblet and then put it down surreptitiously. No one saw the gesture and she was glad. The man called Van Robard seemed the very hub of the gayest crowd. Muriel aimed her deftest sallies at him. Liane felt Cinderella wise. The gayety, a little noisy, a little shrill, ebbed away from her. Why had she come? She didn’t belong here. She longed to slip away into the quiet of the summer night outside. Almost she suited the action to the thought. tt a tt AFfIED-HAIRED youth who looked like an infant Bacchus caught her arm slyly as she made a sudden, instinctive movement toward the French door. “Don’t go,” he said slyly. She shrank from his touch and from the scent of liquor on him. “I wasn’t going." Liahe lied. “Just wanted some air.” “Here's a good number,” chortled the boy Bacchus, rumpling his hair anew. He challenged the crowd with his discovery. “Good number desires air. What d'you know about that?” Liane felt the hot color rising to the very roots of her hair. How she hated them all at that moment! Rich, good-looking, unmannerly crowd! The man called Van Robard broke away from Muriel's small court and came toward her. “Sky, beat it,” he said, in a tone so low none of the rest could hear. “You're annoying the lady.” The red-haired youth mumbled incoherently and drifted back to the others. “Don’t mind that idiot,” said the hian with the dark eyes, speaking very quietly. “I don’t—now.” She could smile again. 'Thanks.” His look had a warm, caressing quality about it.. The man said, “Hope we get some

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food soon. I played tennis for hours today and I'm hungry.” Liane smiled at him in sympathy. Why, she was hungry, too! A few moments ago she would have declared she couldn’t touch food, but she felt differently now. “May I take you In?” Van Robard asked. “There's never any ceremony about these affairs of Murial’s. I think Graves is announcing food this minute.” She took his arm and they followed the chattering dozen into a great room lined with paintings, hung with rich fabrics. Van watched Liane, amused. “I thought you’d like these relics," he said, nodding toward the portraits. “Most people get a shock 1 when they see this bouse for the first time. Nice, rural little shack it is. Such quiet taste!” Liane flushed to meet his mockery. “It all seems very grand to me," she said. "But you—how did you know it was the first time I’d been here?” Van gave her a shrewd glance. “Because I asked Muriel to have you,” he said unexpectedly. “Because I wanted to see you again at close range.” CHAPTER FOUR MEANTIME, Cass was engaged In an interview with the great Mrs. Cleespaugh. Cass had been resting after helping Liane with the important business of dressing. She was summoned from her room by a flustered Mrs. Smithers. “Miz Cleespaugh’s downstairs asking for you,” whispered the landlady, round-eyed, at the door. Outside, the twilight of late June was deepening. The scent of flowers which had burgeoned in the full heat of the day came up from the little garden—the sweet, bracing odor of the evergreen trees which banked Mrs. Smithers* front veranda. Cass, feeling lanquid and vaguely surprised, smoothed her hair and went down to the “parlor,” where on a horsehair sofa with crocheted “tidies” spread over its arms waited the imposing, the redoubtable dowager, Mrs. Cleespaugh. She was gracious this evening, more gracious than Cass ever had Known her to be in their brief and casual encounters. "So nice of you to come downstairs,” said Mrs. Cleespaugh in that slipped, assured voice Cass had come to associate with the New York society woman. Such women she had previously found immensely formidable. This was especially true when they were about the age of the woman before her—old enough to dare to be frumpy, rich enough to be rude as a queen, arrogant and indifferent to the feelings of lesser mortals. Cass found It difficult now, as always, to believe that such a woman actually had suffered the common Ills, had borne children, •heartbreak and wept and endured. It scarcely seemed credible. Now Mrs. Cleespaugh, In a gracious mood, was more believable as a human being than usual. "You will be wondering what I came to see you about, no doubt,” the great lady began, having listened to Cass’ murmured protestations of pleasure at the visit. “It’s about your daughter.” About Liane?” Lines of worry deepened between Cass’ fine eyes. “Is it—nothing’s the matter, I hope!” No, no. Quite the contrary, indeed. She’s splendid. Such an interesting child. So artistic. I’ve been watching her all this week. "She’s marvelous with the patrons at She really plays hostess at the theater, shows them to thenseats. So enterprising. Really charming.” Mrs. Cleespaugh beamed. “One can’t help being attracted by her poise, her manner. Such a quiet, well-bred child. Quite refreshing." tt a a CASS sat back, relieved and looking gratified. As yet she did not know what this was all about, out now that Liane had been approved she did not particularly care. “You’ve had a bit of a hard time raising her, I have no doubt,” Mrs. Cleespaugh went on. ‘ Hard lines and all that sort of thing.” She put up a protesting hand at Cass’ flush. “Don’t mind me, my dear,” she said. “I’m an old woman. I say what I please and I have eyes in my head. It’s no easy mat-

ter for a woman alone to bring upj a pretty child like that in New York. “You've done, may I say, a mar- I velous job of it. That’s Clive’s word —‘Job.’ And now to get down to the heart of the matter. I wondered if you would be Interested In a plan I have for Liane. "I wondered if you would let her come to me next winter. Live with me, I mean. She’s sweet and intelligent, but utterly unprepared for the world. You weren’t” (she paused here) “you weren’t thinking of the stage for her?” Cass sighed sharply, bitterly. "I certainly hope she has no such idea,” she said in a flat voice. ‘T would discourage it.” “You people In the profession!” warn Liane away from it. I want cried the great lady, lifting her hand and letting it fall. “Strange how you love your work, yet always warn youngsters away from it!” Cass’ eyes had a faraway look. “It’s a hard life,” she said, “and a thankless one. You can eat your heart out and starve unless luck is with you. “No, you’re quite right. I should warn Liane away from it. I want her to be normal and happy, to have a roof over her head, a home. I don’t want her to live in a succession of dreary, furnished places, to struggle year after year for enough to feed and clothe herself. Unless a girl has exceptional talent, it is the most difficult road of all to 1 choose.” * tt 0 yes. Quite so. I thought -*■ you’d feel that way.” Mrs. Cleespaugh nodded decidedly. “And now that that’s settled, let me make you a proposition. “You don’t have to decide at once. You can take a week, two weeks, to think it over. I’m a selfish old woman. I have few interests. I’ve been dabbling in this little theater to keep my mind busy. “But it s not enough, not enough. Clive's going to India in the autumn. Heaven knows when he’ll be home again. Why not let me have Liane? Think it over ’'efore you make a decision. I like the child. I say so frankly. She appeals to me. She reminds me of—well, no matter.” Cass said weakly, “This—this comes as a complete surprise, Mrs. Cleespaugh. I suppose you know' that. Liane has been my life, all I have. And yet—” She faltered. Who was she to stand in the girl’s way? After all, the doctor had warned Cass. Her tricky, unreliable heart might fail her any clay and Liane would be left quite alone. “I said you were not to answer now-,” said the great lady with firmness as she rose to go. “I shall talk to you later about all this. Think it over. Good-night.” a tt it Bewildered, Cass sought her room. Was ever mother beset with such a problem? More than anything the other woman’s desire to do this strange thing baffled Cass, j Out of all the world, why need she have chosen Liane? But what vistas the prospect; opened up! What riches for the j poor, brave child with her lovely looks and her wistful yearning for ; “nice things”! It w r as mad and unthinkable even to consider it, Cass tossed and : turned in the warm, airless little room under the eaves. On the highroad, half a city block away, motor- ! cars w-ent hurtling through the summer-scented night.

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