Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 70, Indianapolis, Marion County, 31 July 1931 — Page 17

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BFC4N HI RI TODAY when LXAie BARRETT. 18 snd love- {▼. falls in love with VAN ROBART. fier mother. CASS, urges her to hvc *0 d0 with Robwrd. MRS. CLEESPAUCH nsks Lltne to stav with "r at her usurious Lon Island home Jolla Caaa. who Is an actress. foes on tour. - Robard'a engagement to MURIEL }*Al>u. a tfbutante. Is announced and Elane tries -o lorget him. Cass Is taken •erloualv 11' and In her delirium babbles o* some mterv about. Liane's birth. Casa eorralesces at Mrs. Cleespaugh'* home. Wien CLIVE CLEESPAUGH asks Liarte to narrv him—a marriage of convenience—.he agrees, narllv lor her mother’s ake and to niaue nobard. _ Blnckmdlers threaten Liane. but BHANE M-DERMID. a police officer who had helrd her out of an Innocent •crane, set.le- them. TRESSA LORD, an Old frlenl of the Cleespaughs. dislike* Dane n< clots against her. Liana Is seized bv kidnapers at a ball and Clive rushes after her. So do McDermfl and CHUCK DEBMOND. newsraoer snorter who Is Interested In turicl lurid. The girl Is rescued, unharmed. but Cass is alarmed and urges n earl- marriage. One lav when Liane is driving Into New Yrrk lor a ntttng ol her wedding Sown, tie car breaks down and Rohard rives sv. She accepts his offer ol a lilt ino the cit.v and lunches with him, It makes love to her. NOV GO ON WITH TIIE STORY CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO (Continued) INNOCENT as the encounter had bein, Liane’s sense of guilt remain'd. She almost hated Tressa for what she believed to be her part in tie affair. When Clive came home she longed for courage to tell him about It. Once, when they were out driving she tried to form the "worts but was seized with such a fit of shivering that he turned to her with real solicitude. “I don’t belfeve that wrap of yours is W'arm enough.” "Silly. I’m like toast.” She gave him her small gloved hand to prove it. ‘You ought to have sables,” Clive toli her gravely, though his eyes were dancing. “If you weren’t such a prim young .woman, you might have them this moment.” The girl’s gaze reproved him. “I can’t take any more from you, I’ve amepted too much already* Clive’s smile faded. "Never mind. Alter nekt week you will have half of everything I own.” She shook her head. “I can’t believe it. It still seems unreal.” “It’s not, though. It’s the realest thing in the world. He drove for a few' minutes in silence. “There’s something I want t< say to you,” he said soberly. “I d:>n’t want you to worry about it. Il’s of no consequence, but I think you ought to know.” Her heart missed a beat. “What la it?” He was feeling in the pocket of h.s coat under the thick folds of fur. “I received an anonymous letter this morning,” he said, looking straight ahead. “God knows who wrote the filthy thing. I don’t and I don’t want to know. It’s the sort of thing insane people do.” Liane discovered her hands were gripped together desperately. “What does it say?” she managed to ask. For reply he laid the letter on ter lap. She touched it as if it vere a live thing, unclean. The vords were typewritten. “Your girl is in love with somebody else. Ask her how' far It's gone. Don’t take fficond-handod goods.” She felt the blood pounding in I-er temples, she thought her face nust be scarlet. “Oh!” she choked. Quietly he said. “You don’t need to tell me. I know'. No one needs to tell me you’re the best—the files t—” His voice broke utterly. Liane said very softly. “About the first—you ought to know. There is someone I deeply care about. 00, it’s nothing more than a dream. Hu’s scarcely touched my hand.” ‘I know'. I’ve known from the sti rt.” She cast a frightened, sidewise look at him. “Plow could you?” He laughed, shortly. “Oh. there’s sonething about love. With some people it’s like a tangible force. Like a wind blowing. You can feel it. I knew you felt that for him. No wonder! He’s always been the sort of man women fall for.” Liane said slowly, “It wasn’t anything I wanted—or asked for. it just happened. It’s like a spell. I want to shake it off and can not.” ‘Don’t I know!” the youth said with a note of bitterness. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE was a great stir in the house. The smell of pine, of long-stemmed roses, of magnolia

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blossoms from far away hothouses filled the air. Maids rushed to and fro with caps slightly awry. The library was given over to wedding gifts. They made a brave array. Silver and rock crystals. Mink and handtooled leather, carved Jade and thinnest porcelain. The center of all this confusion was Liane. who sat, pale as a dove, in a big chair in her rose-tinted room. Clive wras at the club. He had gone there the week before to live. His mother thought it proper. Liane had begged to return to her shabby little apartment and to be married from there. But the dowager. as usual, had overridden her objections. “Nonsense,” Mrs. Cleespaugh had said. And that ruling went unchallenged. So now Liane's wedding day had arrived. Her gown was waiting on its scented hanger. Her cobwebby underthings with their traceries of priceless lace. Her frail, exquisite veil and shining, narrow’ slippers. Her pearls, the ones she had offered as ransom that night in the fetid house on the shore, lay in their satin case. Her stockings, which had cost twice a shopgirl’s weekly salary, were folded in a pale blue box. All was ready and waiting. Cass fluttered back and forth between the two rooms, youthful knd smart in her biscuit colored frock. “Time to dress now, sw'eet,” she said after a final nervous glance at the clock. “It s a quarter past 3.” The wedding was set for 4. Liane rose obediently. Nora and Eileen who had been waiting for this very moment appeared from the hall and begged to be allowed to assist. Among them all, they arrayed her. Like a- lay figure Liane submitted docilely to their ministrations. “Darling, your hands are cold as ice,” Cass murmured. “Ah, she’s nervous,” Nora broke in volubly. “All girls are nervous on their wedding day. My sister Katie ” Liane listened to their chatter, laughed with them. They were so gay. They helped her to forget herself. Mademoiselle, who had fitted the gow'n at Christine’s, arrived to see to the train. Mademoiselle intended personally to supervise this wedding. It was like a dream through which some strange girl moved automatically. Liane stood, docile and quiescent, for the draping of her veil. Dimly in the glass she saw her own reflection. At last they left her alone with her mother. “You’re not nervous, darling,” Cass whispered. “You’re wonderful. So calm and poised.” Liane smiled back. She did not trust herself to speak. a a A TAP sounded at the door and Cass, opening it, found Mrs. Cleespaugh standing there with a white fur wrap over her arm. “A wedding present for you, child,” the old lady beamed. They folded it around her. They led her downstairs. “We’re a few minutes early,” Cass murmured. She left Liane alone in the small sitting room. She had forgotten her gloves. Tressa came in. She u'ore a dove gray dress that fitted as though she had been pouted into it. She said, “I should have left for the church ages ago, but I wanted to see you.” Liane regarded her calmly. “I have a message for you,” Tressa said. She held out‘hei hand. Liane’s fingers closed over a thick envelope. “You were to read it before you left,” Tressa said. Her voice had a strange, compelling urgency. “Quick, before anybody comes!” She darted to the door and stood, her back to Liane, guarding her. Liane tore open the envelope with trembling fingers. “I shall wait for you always,” she read. “Wait for me. I am free. Muriel has eloped with Desmond.” Liane crumpled the note. With steady steps she w’alked to the fireplace. In an instant that note fired up, melted into ashes. She turned. Tressa watched her,

her breath coming quicker with excitement. "I can help you to get away,” Tressa told her. “Eva is upstairs. It’s not too late to back out of this.” Liane looked at her as if at a stranger. “I’m not backing out,” she said in a lifeless voice. “What made you think I was?” The other girl laughed shrilly. “You’re a fool,” she said harshly. “You’ll be sorry for this. Don’t forget I warned you.” Liane said, “You’ve been my enemy from the first. Why, I don’t know. I’ve never done anything to harm you. Now you want me to be a traitor, to break my word. I’m not going to. Do you hear me?” Tressa stamped her foot. “Haven’t harmed me? You took away the man I wanted, that’s all. Little sneak! And you don’t care that for him!” She snapped her long fingers. “Eva’s a fool. She can’t see through you. You’ll be cheating in a year!” ”1 don’t know what you mean,” Liane said. “Let me pass. My mother is waiting.” a a a THE other girl stood staring at her a long minute, with baleful eyes. Then her manner changed. Coaxing she said, “You’re quite wrong about my being an enemy of yours. Actually I’ve tried to help you. You won’t let me. This is your chance for happiness. Think what it means! “Oh, yes. there would be talk for a little while if you ran off with Van. You see, I know what’s in the note. He told me. But it would blow over soon, all of it. And you’d have your life before yefu.” Liane stood, stony faced, tugging at her gloves. “It’s no use, I tell you. No use to talk. I’ve made up my mind.” She was a curiously appealing figure in her swirling robe of ivory velvet. Tressa hated her at that moment as she never had before. Still she kept her voice sweet and wheedling. “You haven’t any word for me to give Van? No answer?” A little tremor ran through Liane’s slender body. She thought of that strong brown hand'.closing over hers. She said to herself, in utter confusion, "Perhaps I’m wrong in denying myself this chance. Perhaps it’s fate—” For an instant she wavered, her indecision manifest in every curve of her innocently revealing face. Tressa seized her opportunity. Already she heard the voices on the stairs, the sound of the tires of the wedding car, as Kelly swept it around the corner of the drive. This is a sort of eleventh hour reprieve,’" she said hurriedly. “He’s mad about you. He can make life heaven or you yourself can rhake it hell. Think fast.” “Oh God, help me!” prayed the young girl wildly. “Help me to do what’s best!” _ Mile. Denise fluttered in. “I myself will carry the train, Miss Barrett. Nothing shall harm it.” Tressa- interposed skillfully “Never mind. Mam’selle. “I’ll ride with Miss Barrett. We’ll rush on ahead. “You needn’t mind.” (To Be Continued)

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