Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 50, Indianapolis, Marion County, 8 July 1931 — Page 14

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BEGIN HERE TODAY *o,r X S NE . BARRETT. 18 and lovely, olunderi Into a difficult situation when man at a sneakeasv dinner Is shot aurinu a auarrel. The policeman In charge. BHANE McDERMXD. helos her out of the affair. CASS BARRETT. Llane's mother. Bets on offer to Dlav summer stock on Long Island and takes Mane with her. There Ltane meets CLIVE CLEESPAUGH. son the ‘heater's oatroness. ELSIE MINTER the Ingenue, strives for Clive’s attention. Llano has fallen in love with a handsome man who cails her by name one night.. k. L £rr e ££&. e .meets him at a patty given by MURIEL LADD, debutante who snares box office duties with her. His name Is Van ROBARD. Cass begs Llane not to have anything more to do with him. without explaining why. MRS. CLEESPAUGH invites Mane to •Jav with her In the autumn. CHUCK DESMOND, debonair reporter who comes to see Murtal Ladd, takes Llane out to dinner. One night Muriel’s mother beHaving Murlal and Desmond have eloped, dispatches Robard alter them. Mane accompanies him. He displays tenderness for her one bight when she bravelv stands off robbers at the theater Elsie tells Mane there Is gosslD about Robard and Mrs. Ladd. Mane Is heartbroken. She asks her mother ouesUons about Cass’s sister. LUISA, who died long ago. hut Cass Is evasive. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWELVE (Continued) When she went down stairs the great dining room w r as lovely in the candlelight with the table brave in lace and crystal. Liane, having satisfied herself that the floral arrangement was correct, stole into the study where she disposed herself with a book. The fire leaped and crackled for those September evenings were chilly. However, it was not entirely proximity to the blaze that sent a wave of sudden color Into the young girl’s face. It was the sight of a long-legged figure in black and white sprawled comfortably in the biggest chair. “I beg your pardon,” she murmured in confusion. “I didn't know anybody was here. Her movement suggested flight. Van Robard got to his feet. ‘‘Now that you’re here, don’t run away,” he urged in that honeyed voice of his. Liane felt her pulses flutter. There was something about this man—something that drew her subtly as a bird is drawn by a snake. She shuddered at the smile. Not that there was anything serpentine about the tall, dark man in his well fitting dinner clothes. No, he seemed likable enough, in spite of the dark warnings she had received concerning him. “I—there’s something I should do before Mrs. Cleespaugh comes down,” she said falteringly. This Van Robard ignored. With ' one gentle, persuasive hand he j urged her into the big chair, took j his stance on the hearth rug. Stay and talk to me. Lots more j Important,” he muttered, staringj down at her. CHAPTER THIRTEEN. LIANE looked up, then away. All her ardent young soul was in that glance. “You don’t like me,” the man accused, velvet toned. “You run away whenever I come near. Why? We were such friends last summer.” Liane moved restlessly under his intent scrutiny. “Friends? But we’re that still, surely?” “I don't know.” Van Robard’s words were measured. “I—don’t—quite—know.” “Why not?” fluttered Liane, excited pleasurably at this bit of sparring. ‘You’ve done nothing—said nothing—” She could not go on. Her voice trembled and broke at memory of the disappointment she had suffered when he had gone away without a word or look, after the night he had left her on the steps. Instantly the man was at her side, all concern. “My sweet,” he cried in that deep, troubling voice. “My dear, I’ve made you cry. And that's a thing I never meant to do!” “Go away,” Liane begged, despairing. “Go away! Someone may come in and find me making a fool of myself.” “Not a step,” said the man stubbornly, “until I’ve discovered what I’ve done. Here—” He thrust a big, soft linen handkerchief into her trmebling fingers. Hastily, frenziedly the girl wiped away the tell-tale tears. Scarcely had she repaired the casual ravages and powdered her pretty nose before Mrs. Cleespaugh’s majestic tread was heard on the stairs. Liane jumped up, disregarding Robard’s restraining hand. She took up the poker and began to clatter it noisily, disturbing the logs. “Let me do that,” demanded a quiet voice. Liane yielded up the poker and fled into the shelter of

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the dining room, where she made a brave show of a last-minute consultation with the waitress. When Clive came In five minutes later he found a composed and quiet trio before the fire. Van, hands in pocket, lounged carelessly and at I ease. Mrs. Cleespaugh was busy ! with her petit point. Clive glanced keenly at the | young girl who sat half in shadow, j When dinner was announced Van ! offered his arm ceremoniously to the old lady who approved of formality. Liane followed with Clive. She felt grateful to him for his mere ! presence. As if he sensed the strain she was under he exerted himself to be entertaining. He asked Van a thousand questions about his ponies and the Burlingame team. Even Clive's majestic mother found herself talked down for once in her lifetime. a a a LIANE sat, pale and smiling, scarcely touching her food. She glanced, now and again, at" the dark man across the way, so handsome and sinister-looking in his poster black and white. Clive seemed astonishingly young compared to Robard, although there probably was not ten years difference in their ages. “When do you leave for the east?” Van asked him presently. Clive flashed a quick, annoyed glance at his mother, who bridled and answered for him. < “Such nonsense I think it is!” she said briskly, “Why can’t Clive potter around here? There’s plenty to do on the estate. But, no, he must dash off to this tea-planting place, or rubber, or whatever it may be. “I should like to see him in Wall Street as his father was before him,” she finished with majesty; “but he doesn’t see things my way!” “tl’s Surabaya ,to be exact ,and the business is rubber,” Clive returned affably to Robard. He ignored his mother’s protest. “McAlister, who was at school with me, has a place there. He’s a Britisher, you know. Very good fellow, very enthusiastic. I'd like to try it, anyhow. Sounds interesting. Van nodded. ‘‘l hate finance," Clive grumbled, helping himself to a delicious looking souffle. “If this place weren’t such a dude ranch in the middle of suburbia, I might have some fun right here with the land. “But mother wants it all park, like her English friends. She’d have fits if I tried alfalfa in one or two of her broad acres.” “Where you get this passion for the land I’m sure Idont’ know,” said Mrs. Cleespaugh irritably. Clive shrugged his shoulders and skilfully changed the subject. But the little discussion had shaken Liane out of her own depression. She thought she understood why the young man wished to put several oceans between himself and his dominating parent. When he couldn’t even attend to a sick horse without feminine supervision, he! would naturally want to try out some experiments far from home. She threw him a guardedly sympa-. thetic glance. Nice boy! He sounded real, alive. He didn’t want any one to run him and he wasn’t satisfied to play | at business like so many rich men's sons. He wanted to do something on his own account. She liked him for it. Van inquired with suavity, “You aren't going to Paris tills winter, Eva?” “No, I'm not. I love this place in the fall. And I think I’m getting old. The thought of traveling ! wears on me this year. “Perhaps I shall be dull, but I think I shall stay here until Christmas at least. This good child,” she smiled at Liane, “has done much to make life pleasant here.” “I’m staying in New York for a ! month or two,” Van informed them, ! not so much as glancing at Liane. She felt her heart pound suffocatingly in her breast. “I’ve some—important things to attend to.” a a a WHY, thought the girl rebelliously, must he always be so mysterious? There was a subtle undercurrent in everything he said. She at once loved and hated it. It attracted and repelled her. It was part of the charm he held for her, his sinister, mysterious quality.

Perhaps It meant nothing. Who knew? It was the lure of the snake for the humming bird, she reflected. And wanted to laugh hysterically at the idea. This man affected her strangely, made her use phrases that belonged only in melodrama. “Remind me to talk to you about the Aiken house,” she heard Mrs. Cleespaugh murmur to Robard as ' they rose from the table. Clive went to the radio in the corner of the study and twirled the dials. A raucous voice came through. His mother shuddered. “However can we talk with that hideous thing screeching at us?” 'Clive grinned at her. He found another station and a luscious baritone came rippling into the quiet, luxurious loom. “Heavens, what stuff!” murmured the fastidious Mrs. Cleespaugh, pausing in her monolog to listen. The baritone wailed the tune, smacking his lips over the honeyed words: “The moon is new, but love is old—lover come back to me.” Liane looked into the fire. Silly words. Foolish words they \jgre, full of pathos—but there was something about them. It was a wail from the heart. “Shut that wretched machine off and ring for Ellen,” demanded Mrs. Cleespough, the autocrat. “We must have some bridge.” Although Clive made a show of rebellion, presently the table was set up and there began for Liane an evening of exquisite torture. She sat opposite Van and when he was dummy he came and leaned impudently over her shoulder. She could catch the scent of the gardenia in his buttonhole, the aroma of his cigaret. His coat sleeve brushed her cheek and the button caught in her hair. There ensued one of those awkward interludes during which “I’m sorry” and “Stupid of me” were said more than once, and from which Liane emerged extraordinarily rosy. “He did that on purpose!” she thought, half glad and half resentful. He was the sort of man who simply must be noticed. If there were no other way, she said to herself angrily, then he would catch his sleeve button in one’s hair. Oh, it was cheap. It was abominable! But although she tried desperately to hate him, she did not seem to succeed very well. She knew every word that he spoke, eVery inflection of his deep-timbred voice. It was a spell against which she struggled in vain. At 10 their hostess, glancing at the great clock, began to rise. “I nm an old woman,” she said majestically. “You know my habits, Van ” The game was ended. The evening, too. Liane had thought it interminable, but now she cast about !n her mind wildly for some plan to hold Van here. She might not see him again—ever. a a a HE stood, leaning idly against the mantel, and watched her as she swept the cards into a neat little pile. Clive was punctiliously attending.his mother to the staircase. Liane was conscious of a burning excitement. All evening she had felt Van’s piercing gaze upon her. She longed now, with a sudden fierce eagerness, to ask him why he blew% now hot, now cold, in her direction. None of this showed in her composed manner and before the words formed in her mind the moment passed. A coal fell in the grate with a rattle and Liane pretended to start at the sound. This w r as the hour she had dreamed of when they should meet face to face. And yet she seemed to be stricken dumb. What an idiot he must think her, standing there j tongue-tied! She could hear Clive’s step in the! hall. Against her will, Liane’s eyes were drawn to Robard’s. (To Be Continued) STICKBRS [ROME WAS NOT I BUILT IN A DAY. Can you male a six-word sentence with the same letters as are used in the sentence above? i ~~ — l,l ' Answer for Yesterday

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