Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 54, Indianapolis, Marion County, 13 July 1931 — Page 8

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Heart °f Liane &bS

• MOW HEM TOD AT BARRETi. middle-seed actress. *. ur HP* r t 1 comcint on Long wtVh n< v-. ta *i55- daurtlter, LIAKif . MSs CLEEBPAUCIH. patron s*.“*® theater, asks Liane to atav with 51. t . he *ututam when her mother woes on tour. Liane cannot foreet a mysterious fitaßaer who called her by name one V theater. At a party elven ®T., M URrEL LADD, debtuante. Llar.e #®®ts„Bi jy;ln. His name is VAN FtOBARD. when Cast hears this she Asks the eirl never to see him again. Liane goes to stsy with the Cleespaußhs. and tries to forget Van. He has been alternately friendly and cold to her durlnc the summer. ..ELSIE IIINTfTR. the ingenue, tells L'sne that Robard has been attentive jo MRS. LADD. Liane Is heartbroken. Muriel announces her engagement to Van The same dav Liane receives Word her mother Is gravely 111. At the hosDltal in Philadelphia. Cass babies in her delirium of her long dead sister. LUTSA. and of Liane. Cass nearly dies, but struggles bsck to life. Mrs. Cleesnaugh brings her to her home to convalesce. NOW GO ON WITH THE STOUT CHAPTER SIXTEEN ("Continued) "—Louis XIV,” Mr. Williams was finishing some argument magisterially. “I always said the piece was definitely in that period." In a daze, Liane listened, watched, crumbled bread. Dimly she knew that this night marked a crisis in her life. She seemed to be moving, acting in a dream. She had the sensation of having spoken these words, made these selfsame gestures in a previous existence. When the long, pompous meal finally was ended, the four sat in the small drawing room and Mrs. Cleespaugh poured amber coffee into cups of eggshell fineness. "You children run off and amuse each other,’’ she said firmly as Nora carried away the tray and set the table in place for the cribbage game. “Come along to the music room and I’ll turn on the radio. Get that what’d'ye call her?—that astrological person,” Clive offered awkwai'dly. “Liane rose. Now that the moment of decision had come she wanted to push it aside. But she followed him meekly. Clive twaddled the dials for a moment, then turned to her with an abrupt movement. "Well, let’s have it,” he demanded. "Tell me what you really think of me. I know I was no end cf a fool to have asked you what 1 did today. I ask your pardon.” tt a tt SHE said quietly, "It’s I who must ask yours. I was stupid and school-girlish. I’ve been thinking It over ” "You’ve reconsidered?” She nodded. She could not quite trust her voice. ‘‘Good girl.” Liane stiflled her hysterical laugh which rose to her lips. Was there ever so quaint a wooing? Clive fumbled with his impeccable time. "We’ve got to make some sort ol Chow of being pals, at least, before we spring it on mother.” "Os course. I understand that.” She was demure. "Look here,” the young man said, giving her a shrewd glance. "This will be your show, run as you want It. You’re nothing but a kid. I’ll play it according to the rules.” She was mystified. She said. “Tell me what to do, and I’ll do It.” "Why, it’ll be nothing but the regular thing,” he said “Going about together, sending flowers and what-not. Mean to say you’ve never beaued before?” asked this astonishing young man. Liane shook her head. “It just isn’t reasonable,” Clive objected seriously. "A girl who looks like you—” “What —what do I look like?” cried Liane, struck by his tone, "Oh, a sort of glimmering dryad.” She put her hands to her hot cheeks. There was something about the young man’s gaze that set her to blushing. “You don’t have to say things like that,” she told him. He turned moody again. Strange, Incalculable young man! In a voice suddenly cold and expressionless said, "Os course not. Sorry. I won’t offend again.” Liane, sensitive to the change in his mood, caught him up abruptly, "Oh, but you misunderstood—l didn’t mean—” Clive said, "It’s to be kept on a. strictly business basis. Isn’t that what you meant? Right. Sorry I transgressed.” Oh, well, she thought, if he’s goto be mulish about it, let him!

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She stole a slide glance at the mutinous profile. Let’s see, could we break it to them in about three—say four weeks?” Clive asked a few moments later. "That will be all right,” Liane agreed. "Well, how’s for starting right now with a bit of dancing,” the young man wanted to know. He turned the dials and presently the throb and beat of a far off dance orchestra entered the room. He held out his arms. The young girl, after an instant's hesitation, slid into them. Ah, but she hadn’t known he would dance like that! She had danced with Van Robard and had loved it. She had been joyous dancing with Chuck Desmand, but never before had she experienced this fluid perfection of motion accomplished by the born dancing man with wings on his j heels. The tune beat its insistent way into her brain as her steps lightly and fleetly followed his, wove themselves into the pattern of the music. A singer broke in raucously: "Moanin’ low, my sweet man, 11 love so. If y°u die, where’ll I be?” The irony of it, thought Liane Barrett. The irony of dancing to this particular tune with this par- j ticular man! CHAPTER SEVENTEEN MURIEL LADD ran down the steps of the riding club. From tep to toe she was the ripe color of saddle leather. Little, saucy, turnedup felt hat, beautifully fitting coat and whipcord breeches, shining, mirror-like boots. She put a cigaret between her lips and lighted it in the shelter of the hedge. A groom came running to open the door of her gleaming car. She stepped in without a word of thanks and made a reckless swirl around the bluestone drive. A young man, hatless, his boots glittering in the sunshine, richocheted after her. He was a halfmoment too late. He ate Muriel’s dust and uttered a heartfelt “damn’ at sight of the vanishing car. The groom throttled a sympathetic smile which had sprung unbidden to his lips. The young man ground his heels in the gravel and went back into the long, low stone building. In the cardrocm he summoned a lackey and ordered ginger ale. He mixed a drink and lounged, moody and lowering, in the big leather chair. "Where’s the girl friend?” a lanky youth inquired. Van Robard muttered. Gone along home. Go to dress for the Robbins dinner.” “You’re a pretty pair of billing doves,” the lanky man said indolently. “I could hear you yelling at each other as I took my shower. Dam’ ill-tempered wench, if you ask me.” "You keep your thoughts to yourself. No one’s asking you,” Robard commanded through his teeth. The lanky young man was undisturbed. "Bit squiffy, ain’t you?” he inquired. "Drinkin’ before sundown’s a practice I’ve always deplored.” “Look here,” Robard thundered, getting to his feet. “You’re too fresh today and that’s a fact!” "Cool down,” advised the other. "Tve known you too long for you to get the wind up over a little harmles joking.” "Joking my eye,” returned Van Robard. He continued to glare as he sipped his drink. “No foolin’, she’s got a warm temper, that gal,” said the tall man. Robard was silent. He fell to staring at the fire. “When’s the wedding?” "Haven’t set the day yet.” Robard’s tone was markedly sullen. "Never expected you to step off, Van. Thought you’d be the giddy bachelor till you were 70.” Van said abruptly, “Let’s talk about something else.” tt tt MEANTIME along the avenue of copper beeches Murial drove recklessly. She swerved once, almost hitting the cart of an Italian laborers as he turned out of the lane. At the sight of the great pile that was the Cleespaugh mansion she hesitated and her eyes lighted as with a bright idea. With lightning quickness she nosed the long car about and presently drew up before

the entrance of the house. A maid answered the long-drawn-out peel of -he bell. 0 "Miss Barrett? She's in, yes. I’ll be calling her.” Muriel reflected idly swinging her: crop and looking about her, that' it was devilish quaint cf Clive's mother to have these artless peasant maidens on her staff, instead of the smoothly insolent servants most of the Willow Stream gentry employed. She explored the room in a vain search for cigarcts. She chuckled to herself, thinking of how sh had got away from Van. Served him right. It would give him something to worry about, looking for her. Liane came down, pale and composed. A faintly artificial smile hovered over her lips. "Lordy, but it’s ages since I’ve seen you,” Muriel began Liane said through stiff lips. “And ~o much has happened—let me wish you happiness.” "Oh, that!’’ Muriel’s laugh tinkled like blown bits of glass. "Thanks. Where can we sit down and chin?” Liane led the way to the morning room, the most cheerful room in the house. When Nora brought the tea tray Muriel said, half banteringly, "You certainly seem at home here.” Liane nodded. “Mrs. Cleespaugh’s very sweet to me.” She poured the steaming amber fluid into an eggshell cup, but Muriel made a gesture of annoyance. ‘None for me, thanks. I never touch the stuff. I could go for a highball, though.’* A little flush came into Liane’s pale cheks. "Sorry, I’m afraid I can’t manage that.” “Oh, well then,” pouted Muriel, "I guess I will guzzle a cup. Catty little cake s,enough.” She helped herself to two, looking like a greedy child. What could he see in her? thought Liane while that dull pain deepened and tightened around her heart. She thought she had forgottn all that. She thought she had put it behind her. Here it was, all, the anguish and the longing, risen to confront her again. “She’s come to crow over me.” Liane thought, dully. "She wants me to know she’s got what I could never have.” St tt tt MURIEL’S next words banished her suspicions. "I don’t want to talk about my engagement,” she said after a pouting hesitation. "It all bores me. It’s mess. We’ve just been rowing hideously, screaming at each other.” "A mess?” Liane’s trembling voice sounded strange. "Oh, I get in a lather about his pokiness. He wants to order me around.” She looks like a bad child and a spoiled one, thought the listener. Undisciplined. Unrestrained. And yet how exquisite she was, with that creamy skin, those charmingly arched brows, those useless, fluttering, scarlet-tipped fingers. Greedy, clutching little fingers. (To Be Continued)

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RZAN, LORD OF THE JUNGLE

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