Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 60, Indianapolis, Marion County, 20 July 1931 — Page 9

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BEGIN HERE TODAY CASS BARRETT, poor and struKKltn* •took company actresa. *Udly tefaes th opportunity to play lummer stock at v,iiltam Stream, a small Lons: Island s>lony. Here her daughter LIANE tteet* VAN ROBARD. handsome and rich. Cas* shows alarm at hearing his same and begs the girl to have nothing to do with him. She promises, although feeling a great attraction for the man. One night Van takes her with him •earchlng for MURIEL LADD, debutante who la believed to have eloped with CHUCK DESMOND, a reporter. The couple turn up later, and ELSIE MTNTKH. the company Ingenue. Informs Llane there Is gossip about Van and Mra. Ladd. The girl la heart-broken At the news. Llane is left with the rich MRS. CLEEBPAUOH. while her mother goes on tour. Cass becomes 111 in Philadelphia and Llane goes to her. While In delirium, the woman babbles of a mystery concerning the girl's birth. Llane learns Robard and Muriel Ladd •re engaged. Cass returns to the Clee•patigh house to convalesce When CLIVE CLEE3PAUOH asks Llane to jnarry him—a marriage of convenience —she accepts. MRS AMBERTON and her sister. LORD, visit the Cleespaughs. Tresea Is rude to Llane. determined to break off the affair between Clive and Llane. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO (Continued.) “Nothing at all. Or yes, perhaps I want to stay for the Beaux Arts ball. I haven’t been since the year I came out. They say It’s a grand party.” Fanny planted her elbows firmly on the table and took a sip of water from a glass of sapphire color. “Now, Tressa Lord, don’t dare to look me in the eye and talk such nonsense! I know you’re not going to hang around New York for any *uch silly reason. What is it all •bout? You might as well tell me.” Tressa frowned in annoyance. "You do make a fuss about nothing lit all.” Fanny brushed this away as Irrelevant. “I know you. And Eva’s going to be relieved when we take ourselves off. I shan’t dare to broach the subject of any such extended visit. She’ll be busy this Winter if her plans work out as she tli inks.” Lazily Tressa announced, “Oh, Jpou needn’t ‘broach the subject’ at all. Trust me. I’ll have Eva begIng me to stay. You needn’t hang around unless you want to. Go south if you like and I—well, maybe I’ll Join you later.” FANNY shook her head in perplexity. “It’s all beyond me. For days now you’ve been raging to be tip and away. You said it was unendurable to stay at Eva’s with that girl ‘lording it over you,’ although where you get that crazy notion I can’t think. She’s the pleasantest person Imaginable.” “Don’t start on that again,” CTressa snapped. But Fanny was persistent. "I shall if I like. I’m frankly baffled. I’d almost got round to buying our tickets for the south.” “Well, don’t. At least, don't buy One for me.” She erased the frown for a smile ias Van and Muriel approached their table. “Stop a minute. Fanny and are boring each other stiff. We xong for a bit of gossip to cheer us up.’* Muriel sat down with a clatter of bracelets and vanity boxes. “Don’t know a thing. Sorry. Every thing’s dead. Give me a cigaret, aomebody.” Van produced one and conversation halted as it was lighted. “What,” Fanny Amberton inquired maliciously, “did girls say to men before they learned to ask for cigarets?” “They pouted,” Van told her promptly. “Or they blushed and bridled.” “Not a blush or a bridle in the lot of ’em now, more’s the pity,” Fanny remarked briskly. tt tt tt MURIEL had slumped back in her scat, looking extraordinarily like a painted doll. She had & taste for the faintly bizarre in clothes and today she looked like the girl on the Christmas posters. She wore a short jacket of white fur and close fitting white fur hat. In this frame her sharply etched highly colored little face looked impudent and unreal. “This Is the most poisonous town!” she drawled. “Can’t think why any one lives here. Van, take me to Cannes, won't you?” “At once?” His tone held the amused superciliousness of an adult for a troublesome child. “Well, tomorrow, anyway.” “Sorry, I have a board meeting tomorrow.” Muriel forgot her drawl for an Instant and became all sparkle and

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gayety as she bowed to a burly man in a blue suit. “That’s Hinty, the fighter. Met him at Adele's Friday for tea. Rather fun. Everybody pulled his leg and he didn't know it I adore fighters, don’t you?” Tressa, appealed to, said, “I don’t know any.” "Oh, but you should! It’s very chic this season. Van. don’t take me to Cannes until next week. Want to see Hinty at Madison Square Garden on Friday.” Van drooped his lids. “I thought you were going to the Garrisons’ dinner?” Muriel clasped her hands in mock dismay. “Heavens, Van! Don’t ask me to do that! I’d die of boredom at the Garrisons. Get me out of it. I must see Hinty in his little greeen shorts. They say he’s the cutest thing!” Fanny Amberton. having listened to quite enough of this, began to draw on her gloves. “No, don’t get up, Van. I’m Just running over to speak to Lady Devenant. Hold the check for me, Tress. I’ll be back in a moment.” Muriel drawled, “I want to put on anew face, Van. See you on the Madison street side in a jiffy.” He started to make his farewells, but Tressa halted him. “Mind stopping for a minute, Van? Muriel will take ages doing her mouth with lip red.” He turned his dark, curiously inscrutable gaze upon her. Tressa smiled. “Do sit down* Fanny will be back in a minute, but there’s something particularly I want to say to you.” CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE THUMP-THUMP! Bong! The great drum beat out a Jungle dirge and the saxophone wailed to heaven. Occasionally the man with the brasses abandoned his multiple instruments of torture and rose to add his nasal voice to the clamor. The beat went on and on endlessly. Llane, dancing with Clive, felt herslf grow limply weary. Tireless, the musicians labored on, adding balls and cymbal to the cacophony. Now the man with the brasses was wailing mournfully. His woes seemed to be the woes of the world. No one in the Alexis Club paid him any heed. The girls shuffled around in the arms of their escorts, their young faces curiously mask-like in the shifting lights. They danced without effort, almost without spirit. The music led them a melancholy pace. Liane thought, “This might go on forever.” Quite suddenly she wanted to scream. No wonder Mrs. Cleespaugh had objected to the expedition. The girl knew in her heart that she was being fanciful, but all at once there seemed something curiously depraved in the atmosphere of this place. She sensed the grimness back of the waiter’s almost cringing obsequiousness, the threat back of the dinner-coated captain’s oily welcome. "I’m slightly touched in the head,’’ she said lightly to Clive as they threaded their way past innumerable tables at the dance’s interminable end. “Does it seem to you that there is something vaguely menacing about this place?” "Curious you should say that,” Clive observed. “I had felt it myself. Never been here before. It’s new and Tressa was anxious to come. She said Van recommended it.” “Oh, it’s nothing, really.” Liane shrugged. “Just my imagination, I suppose. I’ve been reading too many stories of battle and sudden death among gangsters.” Clive said thoughtfully, “I won'ier.” tt tt tt BACK at the table Tressa with young Lambert Hammond was sipping a pale amber drink and looking like a great lady on a slumming party. She was magnificent tonight in a sheath-like frock of gold tissue. It fitted her as if she had been melted and poured into it. Liane, in her white satin, felt like a girl graduate beside her. “Oh, Clive,” began Tressa animately, “I see the Wayne Hopkinses over in the corner. Take me over like a sweet thing. Bert and Wayne don’t speak, or I’d ask him.” Clive threw a swift glance at Liane. “Go along!” she told him.

“Lordly, I am sorry,” Tressa trilled sweetly. “I forgot to ask permission.” She gave Liane a stabbing smile and marched off on Clive’s arm. Liane felt suddenly very young and inexperienced. An older woman would know how to treat Tressa, she thought fiercely and indignantly. There was something deliberately cruel in her baiting. And yet the barbed shafts were so carefully placed no one else had taken note of them. She said ‘T beg your pardon” to young Hammond a moment later. "Want to try this one?” the languid young man asked again. Liane was rising with just the proper show of enthusiasm when a tall man, like a thin shadow in his black and white, gilded up to the table. "Mister Hammond?” he asked deferentially. “A message for you. The telephone.” “Curious,” Lambert mused. "No one knows I’m here.” He turned back to Liane, “I hate to leave you. ’ “Nonesense,” she cried, determined "not to be a crab.” “Go along. Clive will be back in a moment.” She sat alone at the table, fighting off that self-consciousness that attends the young woman left sans escort in a public place. It was strange, but she could not see Clive and Tressa anywhere. Strangest of all, the dark man who had summoned Lambert to the telephone was coming back to the table. He drew out a chair and without permission sat down. Liane made one startled movement. The low voice, persuasive yet with a note of command in it, said, “Sit still.” Liane did just that. In the mind arose a troubled memory of all the crime stories she had ever read. "You have made a mistake,” she said steadily. “T don’t know you. Mr. Cleespaugh will be back in a moment.” “I know you all right,” the dark man drawled. “You’re Miss Barrett and you’re engaged to that Cleespaugh baby, aren’t you?” Liane nodded. She was too frightened to resent his intrusion. “We’re interested in you,” the man announced lazily. You wouldn’t like your part in a certain shooting in a Twenty-fourth street speakeasy to be dragged through the papers just now, with your engagement and all, would you?” Cold fear clutched at the girl’s heart. “I—l had nothing to do with that,” she stammered. “It was an accident. I was blameless. And the man lived.” “Oh, yeah? Well, whether he lived or died, there’s a lot of people in this man’s town would be keen to know this rich boy’s fiancee had such a past.” tt u tt LIANE sat frozen. Only her dark eyes showed her terror. “You—there’s nothing you can do,” she said through stiff lips. “Anyhow, how do you know Mr. Cleespaugh doesn’t know all about it?” “Oh, it ain’t him we’re interested in. It’s the old lady,” the man said dryly. “She’s gotta approve the bride, so I hear. That’s town talk. And it seems she’s pretty straitlaced. “We want money to keep quiet about it and we want it quickly.” Liane asked for want of something better to say, “How much?” “Ten grand. And right away!” He made an agile, catlike motion rising. “Your boy friend’s coming back,” he said out of the side of his mouth. “Be at Williom Stream station Tuesday at noon or we’ll spill it to the tabloids.” He moved languidly out of sight. Lambert Hammond came bustling up to the table, stirred out of his customary torpor. “Some stupid fools!” he said in an exasperated tone. “They kept me hanging on the wire for ages and then announced they’d got the wrong Hammond.” “You look queer,” he went on bluntly. “Air in here’s like a zoo! D'you feel ill or something?” Liane said, “The air—yes, that must be it.” (To Be Continued)

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