Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 44, Indianapolis, Marion County, 1 July 1931 — Page 10

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BEGIN here today LIANE BARRETT, 18. and beautiful, ye la & crftmped New York apartment yith Her mother. CASS BARRETT, a lather laded actress. One hot nleht goes to dinner with MOLLY CRONIN. & neighbor, and two ol Molly’s men friends. The two men auarrel and one la shot. Llane. frantic, sends for her mother who arrives and convinces SHANE McDERMID. the young policeman in charge, that the slrl is Innocent ol wrongdoing. nlwi'* at &• theater where Cass Is niaTln*'. Llane encounters a handsome stranger who speaks her name. A few days later Cass and Llane go to Willow Stream. L. 1.. where Csss has an engagement In a small summer theater sponsored by the wealthy MR3. CLEESPAUGH. Llane Is to work In the box office. sharing duties with MURIEL LADD, pretty society girl. ELSIE MINTER, ingenue. Introduces Llane to CLIVE CLEESPAUGH. son of the theater patron. Shane McDermld comes to tell Llane the man wounded In the trun fire will recover. At Muriel Ladd's home Uane again meets the handsome stranger who spoke to her In the theater. He is VAN ROBARD. When Llane mentions his name. Cass becomes excited and makes the Slrl promise to have nothing more to o with him. Llane agrees with reluctance. _ . . . Mrs. Cleespaugh asks Cass to let Llane stay with her during the winter. CHUCK DESMOND, newspaper man who admires Muriel, calls at the theater and the two drive away together. Mrs. Ladd believes th couple have eloped and as&s Robard r ‘ fi NOW h GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER SIX (Continued) “And so the mlghtly Van brought you home, Sir Galahad himself,” murmured Elsie when Uane had finished. “How touching for him to be out chasing Mrs. Ladd’s little girl.” “Why do you say that?” Llane demanded. “Why, he’s that way about Adele Ladd. Every one in town knows that,” said Elsie scornfully. “That boy knows his way about, I can tell you.” "I don’t believe it,” said Llane. “I simply don’t believe it.” Elsie examined her face in the dim light cast by one small bulb. “Well, l:id, you don’t need to take it from me. You can read the tabloids,” she said, with a yawn. “She’s old enough to be his mother,” Liane pouted. “Not quite,” returned Elsie. “Matter of ten years or so between them. That’s nothing.” “Don’t go falling for that baby,” Elsie advised, clambering into bed. “He’s the lawyer’s delight. Been co-respondent three times in five years. That’s Handsome for you.” Liane feigned sleep. A sickness iand misery tugged at her heart. If Van Robard were bad, then the world was bad. She couldn’t endure the thought. No one could look as Van did and be really bad. The nuns had taught her that character is mirrored in the face. Van didn’t look wicked or depraved. How could what Elsie said be true? Liane tossed and turned. The moonlight was a torture. She reviewed every word which had passed between Adele Ladd and the man who searched wholehearted for Muriel. Her fevered fancy admitted that Adele seemed to have the right to order Van around. Why? Anguished, Liane imagined Adele Ladd laughing at her. What was it she would say to Van when next she saw him? Oh, something like, “Who’s your shabby little friend? She’s not much help in a crisis.” Clenching her hands, tears on her Cheeks, at last Llane slept. mum CHAPTER SEVEN Muriel ladd sat up in bed at the St. Wilbraham. She pulled the silken coverlet over one bare shoulder, yawned and reached for the telephone. “Willow Stream $12,” she said Sleepily. Then after a long pause. “Grimes? This is Muriel. Father home? Oh, mother? Yes, put me on her wire.” She made a naughty face at her charming reflection in the mirror. “Mother? When did you get back? Oh, for Pete’s sake stop howling or I can’t tell you a thing. At the St. Wilb’ram, of course. Where d’you suppose I stay when I come to town? “Well, you can ring back the desk if you like when I finish and ask the clerk when I checked in.” Long pause. “Yes,. I admit I did go dancing with him. What’s all the shooting for? We went to the Club Royal and I got in at 3. “Don’t be so steamed up. You thought I’d eloped? Darling, how I wish you were right. The young man’s too cagey. -I put the car in a garage. Well, I didn’t want to

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I drive back that late. Oh, you give me a double distilled pain!” On this filial note Muriel she answered the summons with a slammed up the receiver. In a minute the bell shrilled again and bored air. “What? Os course I’ve got daytime clothes. I stopped and took a bag with me. Too bad you haven’t got something real to worry about. Good-by!” She dropped the coverlet and ran for the bathroom where, amidst gold-plated spigots and mammoth bath towels monogrammed H. St. W., she proceeded to turn on the hot water until the mirror and window filmed over with steam. Muriel warbled “I love you so much, it’s a wonder—you—don’t feel it,” as she laid out sheer, citroncolored underthlngs and, sifting half a bottle of rose genranium salts into the boiling tub. Five minutes later she emerged In her citron-colored shift, rosy, stockingless. Thus casually attired, she sought the phone again. This time she called a Bee km an number. “Editorial department? Mr. Desmond in yet? Well, would you mind giving me his home number? It’s personal. Yes, I know it’s against the rules,” and here her voice became velveet textured, “but this is frightfully important. “Oh, thanks awfully. So sweet of you.” She smiled at the unseen speaker at the other end of the wire. mam MURIEL asked the Wilbraham operator to call Spring 00049 for her and got into her black and white sports suit a3 she waited. “Darling,” she cooed into the mouthpiece. “Don’t be cross because I waked you. I just wanted to say good morning. Am Ia lamb? ’Course I is. Did you mean all you said last night? Don’t forget! “Just had a slight bout with mother, who barged home about 11 and tore up the scenery when Grimes told her I was flitting with you. She’s purple, but she’ll get over it. She thought to find me plastered all over the front pages, and is she disappointed! “Well, never mind. Yes, Thursday. Lamb!” She made a sibilant sound and hung up the receiver with an air of extreme reluctance. “I love you so much, It’s a wonder you don’t feel it!” The girls’ voice rose to a crescendo now. As she went into the breakfast room of the St. Wilbraham the captain, four waiters and two bus boys fell over themselves to serve her. The assistant manager hoped she found her orange juice to her liking. She radiated youthful charm and the consciousness of her importance. At the garage in East Fifty-third street two grimy young men sprang to attention. One said, “Come on back, come on back” in a dull monotone as Muriel capably maneuvered the roadster out. The youth had the well meaning, but mistaken impression that his aid was needed. Another took a dirty rag and added a superfluous bit of polish to the already gleaming nickel work. Both were rewarded by dazzling smiles. Both were already a little dizzy with the mingled scents of rose geranium, jasmine, and mimosa, the last being the scent of Muriel’s face powder. She was a walking garden that morning. He r slim rounded legs flexed as she put her small shoe on the starter, conscious of her beauty, her skill as a driver, her invincibility as a woman. a m a "'T'HANKS so much,” she cried, X skidding out of the driveway, narrowly missing two Italian children and a man with a hurdygurdy. Her heart did not skip a beat. The world was hers that morning. She sailed down Third avenue, joined the stream of mid-day traffic at Queensboro bridge. This bored her, the stopping and starting, but she varied the monotony by giving taxi drivers heart failure every few seconds by attempting to pass them on the right. She was rewarded by curses and screams. It all delighted Muriel. The oily smell of the river, the hot sun beating down, the rank odor of

motor exhaust, the purring and chugging and rattling of a hundred engines, the scream of boat sirens, the hoarse bray of horns. She was in her element. Not a nerve in her splendid, vigorous young body. Her muscles were tensed as if for battle. Her fuchsia colored lips continued to part in a satisfied smile. She felt as if nothing could daunt her. m m m TT was well past the luncheon hour when she drove Into Willow Stream. On Main street she caught sight of two familiar figures and drew up at the curb, hallooing to them casually. Llane, startled, turned a white, scared face to her. “Why, it’s you!” she faltered. Elsie waved coldly and went on. “Got to pick up some things at the five and dime,” she said to Liane. “See you later.” “Why, Muriel, we thought—well, we didn’t know whafc to think!” Liane gasped. The other girl laughed scornfully. “Mother spilled it all,” she said. “Chasing all over the country looking for me in roadhouses. If that isn’t the outside limit. I’d gone into town to dance. It’s a wonder they didn’t send out the marines.” “She was worried,” Uane said, gravely. Her plain, white dress, fresh and cool looking in the heat, her soft tumbling hair curling about her flushed face, gave the girl a look at once bewitching and subtly mature. “You’re—why, I don’t know—different today, Liane,” said Muriel. “So solemn! What's up? Did anything happen after I blew last night?” “Happen? What could?” cried Llane defensively. “Your mother was half out of her head. I was worried, naturally.” “Well, you didn’t need to lose any sleep over me,” snapped Muriel. “I was with Chuck and I stayed at the hotel Grandmother always chooses when she’s in town if it was my respectability mother was stewing about. Lord knows I’d have stayed at Chuck’s place if he’d let me. He wouldn't more’s the pity.” She giggled. “Muriel, you ought not to say such things,” said Liane, shocked. “Oh, don’t be a goof,” Muriel said. “I’ve got several scenes coming when I get home. Mother doesn’t often get Such a chance to blow up and will she enjoy it! I’m looking forward to it. Don’t expect me at the theater tonight for certain. I’ll probably come on crutches if I do get there. When mother gets through with me!” She threw up her hands, put the car into gear and shot off, laughing at Liane’s worried face. mum r T'HE young girl walked slowly X down the street in pursuit of Elsie. Her heart felt heavy and 1 sick. She could hardly bear to think of last night. Everything seemed soiled and terrible today. That Muriel could joke about the things she did seemed one more loathsome touch. These people all took love so casually, so lightly. It meant nothing to them. It was something to be laughed at, sneered about. Liane told herself she was a fool to believe a man’s word just because his eyes were dark and deepset, because his voice had a pleasant ring. And yet his words had seemed sincere. “A rose you had thrown away—a glove you once had worn.” That was beautiful. It was poetic, but on his lips it probably didn’t mean anything. She was an idiot even to think of him for a moment. A silly, romantic little fool. No wonder Elsie laughed at her, affectionately called her “dumb.” (To Be Continued) fTKKfcftj Five of the above barrels contain grape juice and the other contains cider. Eadi barrel is labeled to indicate the number of gallons it holds. The owner sold a quantity of grape juice to one man and twice that quantity to another, thus getting rid of all of his grape juice and keeping the cider. The barrels were sold in-, fact Which one contains the cider? ' Answer for Yesterday

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