Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 76, Indianapolis, Marion County, 7 August 1931 — Page 17

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BEGIN HEBE TODAT . WANE BARRETT. 18 nd beautiful, trie* in vain o forf*t VAN ROBARD. wealthy polo plaver. whn hi* engagement 1* announced to MURIEL LAUD. Popular dehutante, Dane*' mother. CASS BARRETT, la an actres* and It ia during Cass' engagement In stock at a fashionable Long Island summet eolonv that the Barrett's meet MRS. CLEESPAUGH. wealthy widow. When Csia* goes on tour in the fall. Liane becomes Mrs. Cleespaugh's social secretary CLIVE CLEESPAUGH. the widow's only son. asks Liane to marry him. „ Clive can not Inherit his father's fortune unless he marries before he is 2S. Mane accepts, agreeing the marriage is to be a matter of form only. Robard .whose moods are changeable, askes her to break the engagement and Liane refuses. TRESSA LORD and her sister. MRS AMBERTON. come to Wslt the Cleespaughs and Tressa. who wants to marry Clive, bwms to make trouble lor Liane. Tressa connives with a gang of blackmailers. but a friendlv Dollce lieutenant. SHANE McDERMID. Interferes. Later Laine Is kidnaped, to be held for ransom. but Is rescued bv McDermid and Clive. The wedding takes place on Christmas day. and the couple go south on a honeymoon. News comes that Muriel Ladd has eloped with CHUCK DESMOND, newspaper reporter. Clive is always kind, but knowledge that Robard is the man Liane loves drives the two Into misunderstandings. After several waeks thev return north. Clives devotes himself to business and Liane kiw not to be bored bv social duties. NOW wO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT (Continued) IT was hard after that to return to reality and the brilliantly lighted auditorium. Her mother-in-law’s briskly efficient gathering up of the party jarred on her a little. She longed for dark and quiet in which to compose her thoughts. “Good night, children dear. I’ll expect to see you at 11 tomorrow.” Liane was glad to be alone in the car with Clive. He didn’t chatter. He was a darling really. She smiled at him. Almost she decided to tell him of her encouner that day. No, better not. Better to leave things as they were. Clive said abruptly. “I’m afraid you get tired of all this.” "Tired of what?” “Oh, it seems to me you have a rather dull time of it. Not much gaiety. I’m fast turning into old American business man, myself.” She widened her eyes at him. “I could be lots busier, but you mustn’t sympathize with me on that account.” She smiled, thinking of Van across the tea table from her that afternoon. How the time had flown! “I’m brushing up on my French,” she told Clive. “And I’ve made a resolution to take long walks. It’s ruining my figure having the car always at my beck and call. Hadn’t you noticed?” His stem lips relaxed a little. “Your figure’s perfect and you know It.” She laughed and was startled at the fierce look he turned upon her. at the grimness of his tone. "You little devil. I believe you’re teasing me!” She felt those strong hands again on her shoulders. Her mouth opened in a frightened cry. “Clive, I wasn’t! I don’t know what you mean!” His blue eyes burned into hers. “I wonder if you don't.” She shook herself free. “I don’t know what gets into you sometimes. You behave as if you hated me almost.” The young man frowned at her. “I’m sorry. I wish I did sometimes.” There was a film of tears in her eyes. Her mouth had a bruised, bewildered look. She thought, “Van wouldn’t treat me like this. Van is so gentle. Even his voice is silky.” She said, choking a little, “You've spoiled my nice evening. I was happy, listening to that music.” She determined not to tell him now of her afternoon’s adventure. If he could be so horrid she would punish him for it. And she would he didn’t behave as though she were see Van again if she liked. At least a culprit. Clive asked her pardon when they parted for the night. She granted it, but her heart was heavy vnd sore. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE VAN ROBARD stamped about the apartment, frowning. His man came to the door with a laden tray. “Put it down. Ito, and don't stand there grinning! I have a beast of a headache. Shake me up a bromo, like a good boy.” The oriental vanisher. When he brought the fizzing tumbler, Robard drank it gratefully. He pushed the toast away and closed his eyes.

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“None of that. Take it away, will you? Leave the coffee. That’s all.” He drained the cup and poured another. That made him feel better. Good party last night, but his head was paying for it. Robard reached for the pad on the table by the telephone, hitching his plum-colored dressing gown closer about his waist. Who’d called? Ah, that fool of a debutante he had met last week. Wanted him to call back. Fat chance! He sat, drumming on the table. A cigaret made him feel better. He inhaled gratefully. Funny, Liane hadn’t called. That note he’d written had been calculated to bring her. It had been a hell of a dumb thing to do, but he'd taken the chance. “I’m ill, and I want to see you before I go. Won’t you just telephone me?” Yes, he had trusted to her tender heart. Evidently he'd been wrong. You never knew women even when you thought you’d got them all Agin ed out. tt tt a AS he threw his cigaret into the fireplace the bell tingled. Robard reached for it. Even that movement jarred his head and he frowned darkly. His “hello” was little less than surly, but the tone changed instantly. “Yes, it’s I. A wretched cold.” He coughed. “Doctor’s forbidden me to go out and I wondered if you wouldn’t stop in about 4. I’m having some people for tea.” There was a pause, during which he coughed again. “I know I’ve a nerve to ask you, but it’ll be my only chance to say goodbye. I’ve been ordered to stay Indoors till Saturday. See you then? Ah, fine. Voir.” There was a smile of triumph on his face as he put down the telephone. He shaved and presently could be heard singing in his bath. The oriental cleared away the debris of the breakfast things and swept up the littered grate, bringing fresh logs for the fire. It was a pleasant apartment, high ceiled, with a gracious, old-fashioned air about it. You knew instantly that it had been a drawing room of the spacious eighties. The marble mantlepiece told that and the tall, recessed windows now skillfully draped in silk and color of jade. A man’s room and yet a subtle one. Van sang out from the, bathroom, “Ito! I want you to get freesia. Heaps of it. And yellow roses. Two dozen. Buy thousands of little cakes while you’re about it and better get some grenadine.” He would give the scene the air of a party. His histrionia sense rejoiced in the scheme. tt tt tt THE stage was set when, a few minutes after 4, the door bell rang softly. Van disposed himself in a big chair, trusting he wore an invalid’s pallor. He could hear Ito’s sibilant greeting to the visitor and in an instant she appeared between the curtains. He sprang up, forgetting his role, to greet her. Liane looked pale and flower-like in a black suit with a little black hat pulled down over her bright hair. She wore a siver fox slung across her shoulder. “Don’t get up,” she insisted. He said, coughing a little, “You were an angel to come.” She glanced around. “Am I the first?” “You are and that’s rrjy good luck. I hadn’t time to ask you all the questions I wanted to the other day.” “I thought you’d sailed by this time.” He looked away. “The date was put over. I managed that.” Instantly she was all concern. “What does the doctor think?” He did not dare to look at her, lest he smile at this. “Oh, I’ll be all right in a day or two. Only, you know, these spring colds are treacherous things.” “I know.” He made her sit in the chair behind the urn. He took her fur, her gloves. “It seems wonderful to have you here. So natural.” tt tt tt SHE flushed. She turned aside in panic. Was she wrong to have come? Where were the others of whom he had spoken? She looked

at the dozen cups, the heaps of cakes, and was reassured. Robard came and sat beside her, looking deep into her eyes. “D’you know I’ve never stopped loving you?” She sprang up, affronted. “You mustn’t begin that all over again.” “Why not?” His tone had the old caressing note in it. “I don’t like it.” She put a quiet dignity into the words. She tried with all her heart to mean them. He began again softly, “You don’t love Clive. I can see that. You belong to me, really, and always will.” “You mustn’t—l forbid you to say these things to me.” She faced him, eyes blazing. He laughed a little to see her so. "All right. I won’t say it. But see here!” In a lightning flash he had her in his arms, his mouth deep on hers. “There!” He let her go. “Now can you say you don’t love me?” She dropped, shaken, into a chair. She moaned, “I shouldn’t have come. You lied to me?” “Os course, I did. I never should have seen you alone otherwise.” She put her shaking hand to her lips. They felt bruised. “You think I’m cheap. Easy! You have a line, they say. You think it 'will work with me, too!” Ho set his jaw. ‘That’s not so, and you know it. I wanted you for my wife, but you wouldn't wait for me.” t “Wouldn’t wait!” It was her turn to laugh now. “That is funny.” “It isn’t too late even now,” he cried, pressing his advantage. “Come away with rne next week and Clive will be glad enough to give you a divorce. Unless,” he was watching her face shrewdly, “unless it’s an annulment you want.” tt tt tt THE telltale color in her face made him realize he had guessed her secret. “I hate you,” she moaned. “Give me my things. I’m going.” He barred the door. “Not like this. You can’t.” He was on his knees beside her. He put his big handkerchief into her hands. “Don’t cry little love,” he wheedled. “I’m sorry. I am a million kinds of a fool. But I love you so.” Weakly she wept, her head on this man’s shoulder. The fire blazed up and the room darkened. She stood up, struggling for composure. “It’s too late for you to talk like that to me or for me to listen,” she told him. She sought her vanity box and repaired the ravages left by tears. “I shan’t see you again, then?” the man asked. She shook her head. “I’m sailing on the Conte Rosso Tuesday. If you change your mind come to me.” “My mind’s made up. This is goodby.” He put his hands out to touch hers, but again her nearness and sweetness were too much for him. He kissed her once and once again. a tt tt SHE stumbled and would have fallen had he not caught her. Ito’s voice was heard in the hall. Neither of them had noticed the sound of the bell. Liane drew on her gloves and with the astonishing quickness of her sex was quite composed when the servant entered. She gasped at the name he gave and turned. Clive was saying, “I’ve come for my wife.” “I want to explain,” Liane began haltingly. The door was shut behind them. Van, debonair and at ease, waved his hand at the tea table and said nonchalantly, “Stop a bit. The others will be along presently. This Clive chose to ignore. He said briefly and coldly to his wife, “D’you mind if I hurry you a little? We’re dining with the Williams’ tonight, you remember.” (To Be Continued.)

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