Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 67, Indianapolis, Marion County, 28 July 1931 — Page 11

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begin here todat LIANE BAKRETT has bfen warned bv her actres* mother. CASS BARRETT' not to have anvthtnsr to do with the • fascinating VAN ROBARD. who nrolesses to be in 16 ve with her MURIEL LADD debutante, announces nor engaaement to Van and Llane tries *o forget him. Cass Is taken seriously 111 n tour and Llane rushes to her side. Cass babbles In her delirium of some •nyjtery concernlna the girl’s birth. MRS. CLEEBPAUOH. Llanes rich patroness, brings Cass back to her Long island home to recuperate. Because she knows It will please her mother. Llane accept* CLIVE CLEESPACOH S proposal of marriage. TREBSA LORD, house guest at the Cleespauehs. dislike Llane and tries to break the engagement. She connives with blackmailers, but they fall to sucthrough the Intervention of SHANE McDERMID. police oflicer who befriends Llane. At a ball for the PRINCE OP SLAVARI, Llane Is kidnaped. CUve. MeDermld. ana reporter named CHUCK DESMOND suitor of Muriel’s, start a search. At a lonely house on the shore ane struggles with her captors, falls and cults her head. The captors leave her with an old woman. Llane escapes while the woman sleeps, but drops her pearl necklace, which Clive finds stained with blood. McDermid finds the girl lust before cm*, rushes up. McDermid arrests the kidnapers, who had planned to hold Llane lor ransom, and CUve takes Llane now*. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER THIRTY His mother ignored this. “The prince telephoned Just before you came in,” she said. "He said his car was mired in some swamp out near Babylon. “They were following a car they thought answered the description and discovered there were two young policemen in it. He was very much chagrined.” “No more than I,” Clive admitted. “Although even if McDermid hadn’t come in time, perhaps I should have been able to save Llane.” The thought rankled that he had been too late to be her rescuer. "Go to sleep and forget bout it,” his mother advised. She patted his shoulder. He kissed her awkwardly. What a really good sort she was, he reflected. Perhaps he never had appreciated her until now. CASS persisted, “I don’t like it, I tell you. It’s queer.” It was a day or two after the Hunt ball. Llane, still a little weak and spent after her great adventure, lay huddled among the pillows of her damask chaise lounge. Cass repeated the words, “I don’t like it.” Liane asked languidly, “What?” “Oh. the whole business. There’s something ugly and frightening about it. It looks as if someone particularly did not want you to marry Clive. As if you had an enemy ” Liane sighed. “Mother, please don’t worry, dear. “I’m safe and it’s all right, and all those wretched people are safely behind bars. “Fourth offense, it was, for the men, and the girl’s been sent to reform school or some place like that. Clive said they found cases of opium hidden away in the house.” But she shuddered a little in spite of her brave words. she did not like to think of that V 4d house in tne clearing. “When I think of what might have happened to you,” Cass went on, shaking her head. “Won’t think of it. It’s foolish. I’m out of their reach.” “Oh, it’s not those miserable people I’m afraid of,” Cass said. “They don’t, count. But what this man McDermid said to Clive makes me believe that you have an implacable enemy some place.” Liane shivered, but she managed to laugh. “How silly! Mums, you’re playing a melodrama.” “All right, child. But I’ll be relieved when you’re safely married.” Why. Liane wondered, did they all use that phrase, “safely married?” “By the way.” Cass went on, “as soon as you’re able, Mrs. Cleespaugh wants you to look at some samples for the wedding dress. Moire, satin, velvet Oh, they’re lovely! You’ll never know which one to choose.” • “Lordy,” Liane moaned, “I wish t might put on a dark .blue suit and slip away somewhere and have it done. But I suppose that would be considered dreadful.” “I know,” Cass sympathized. “But you must remember your wedding is in the nature of a state function. It’s of great importance.” a u T lANE looked at her mother curiJL . ously. She never had known her to be so firmly set on anything

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as she was on this formal wedding. “But It’s natural,” the young girl thought. “She thinks of it as a pageant with me as the main figure. A drama with me in the leading part.” "All the same,” Liane insisted aloud, “I shall hate the display and all that fuss. I wish I needn’t be married quite this way.” “You owe it to your new position, darling,” Cass said quietly. “That’s something you mustn't forget.” She was silent a minute. Then she murmured with apparent irrelevance. “Miss Lord hasn't gone south* I wonder why.” Liane said, “Oh, she likes it here. She has such a gay time. So many beaus, I suppose she hates to leave.” Cass’s eyes were on the ceiling. "Mrs. Cleespaugh is rather annoyed with her. About the way she acted the night of your—the night of the ball.” Liane laughed. “What was it? Did she refuse to worry?” ‘I don’t know what she said, but there’s a coolness between them. Mrs. Amberton admtited to me that her sister lacked tact.” There was silence for a few minutes while Liane continued to regard the landscape with languid eyes. “Just the same,” Cass burst out at length, "I hope she goes soon. She's a mischief maker. She likes Clive too well for her own good.” “They’ve known each other forever,” Liane suggested. “I know. That’s just it. Apparently she always has thought he’d wait for her. She's been playing around all over the world and now she’s tired of it and wants a soft berth. You’ve taken that from her. She doesn't relish the thought.” Liane sighed, “Mother, you talk as if marriage were a situation.” Cass said firmly: “That’s what it is for a woman who isn’t trained to do work in the world. “My life was different. Tom and I worked together. We married young and we didn’t nave any money, but we had love. That’s everything.” “And you had me,” Liane reminded her. “Yes. We had you.” Something in Cass’ voice made Liane glance at her. Cass stood up suddenly. “I've been yarning long enough,” she said briskly. “I must go downstairs and write letters. I promised Mrs. Cleespaugh I would send out some checks for her.” Liane longed to detain her and ask the questions which had been trembling on the tip of her tongue for weeks. Cass’ words spoken in delirium came back now with startling force, “Luisa wouldn’t want to know . . . she’s mine . . . I’ve earned her.” What was the secret Cass hid? Liane longed to ask, but dare not. She lay there in the half light. Nora came in and softly moved about, touching the rosy lamps until they glowed in spots of vivid color about the luxurious room. “You’ll have your tea here, Miss?” “No, I believe I’ll dress and go down. The doctor said I might.” With the maid’s help, Liane slipped out of her robe and into a black frock. In it she looked almost transparently fair and fragile. Her knees trembled under her. “You’re still shaky, Miss,” the girl said sympathetically. “I’m all right,” Liane assured her. tt n tt SHE went down the great staircase slowly, holding to the railing. A murmur of voices came to her from the small sitting room. Her unsteady legs took her deliberately as far as the door. “Though I ought to tell you beforehand,” Cass was saying in a troubled tone. Liane stopped. She scarcely knew why. Mrs. Cleespaugh’s reply was not entirely clear, but the young girl heard the last few words, “—no surprise to me. I was aware of it from the first. I am glad, however, you told me yourself.” Liane felt herself trembling. Almost she turned back, but the sound of Tressa’s voice and the opening of the great front door forced her onward. The two women looked up

guiltily, she thought, at her entrance. “Why, my dear!” Mrs. Cleespaugh began in a tone of benevolent concern. “Are you sure you ought to have done this? You look quite shaken even yet.” They made her sit down, fussed over her. Cass said, “I just was telling Mrs. Cleespaugh that I expect to go back to town as soon as the wedding is over. I have had a good offer in a Shapiro play. I didn’t want to tell you until you were on your feet.” “She’s hopeless!’* Mrs. Cleespaugh murmured, fluttering over the tea tray. “She can’t be content to sit still and rest for a bit. I told her I knew she was like that.” The two women smiled at each other, but Liane was not convinced, in her heart she knew there was something else afoot. “That isn’t what mother meant,” she mused. “I wonder what it is all about.” Next day Clive announced he had to go to Richmond on business. “I wish you didn’t have to go,” Liane said. “Mother’s glad to get me out of the house. I never saw such a flurry. Boxes keep arriving even in the middle of the night. And caterer’s men!” He shook his head. “I tell you what! Put on your hat and come in town with me. We’ll get a license at city hall and be married today! You can go to Richmond with me and we’ll avoid all the fuss.” His eyes looked bright and mischievous. Liane shook her head. “Can’t. Your mother never would forgive us.” He put out his hand, touched her awkwardly. “Look here, is it me you’re marrying? Or mother?” “Silly.” She shook him off. “You’ll miss your train.” She stood on the steps, young and flushed and triumphant, in her riding things. Clive had been seeing that she had lessons and she was doing very well, he told her proudly. Her coat and breeches of pale gray oioth fitted her charmingly. Her boots shone like old mahogany. Her casual hat was just right. She might have posed for an illustration in a magazine devoted to country life. “Silly.” She put her small gloved hand in his. for good-by. “Mayn’t I say good-by to you properly?’* “Out here with Kelly and all the giooms standing around? She shook her head at him, all maidenly primness. “I’ll see you Tuesday.” He rode off in a cloud of dust. Liane, sighing a little, went into the house. She had meant it when she said she hated to have him go away. Clive stood as a bulwark between her and his mother’s importunate fussing, between her and Tressa Lord’s barbed hatred. She didn’t love Clive, but she was fond of him. (To Be Continued.) Wheat Yield High By United Press CONNERSVILLE, Ind, July 28. Charles Daniels, living near here, reported that from a nine-acre field of wheat he harvested an average of fifty-two bushels to an acre.

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