Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 78, Indianapolis, Marion County, 10 August 1931 — Page 9

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begin hfrf today . UANE BARRETT. 18 and beautiful, trie* in vm to loraet VAN ROBARD. wealthy t>o!o plaver. when his enaac'tnent t* announced to MURIEL LADD, popular debutante. Llnne's mother, CASS BARRETT. Is an actress and It la during Cass's encavrjncnt In stock at a t. fashionable . Ixm* Island colony that Barretts meet MRS. CLEESPAUGH. tal’hvjwidow. when Cass aoes on tour In the fall. Llar.e becomes Mrs Cleesoauh’s secretary. CUVE CLEESPAUOH. the widow s only son. asks Llar.e to marrv nlm. . Clive cannot inherit his father's fortune Unless he marries before he is 25. Llane accents, aereeina the marriage t* to be a matter of form only. TRESBA LORD and her sisters, MRS. AMBERTON. come to visit the Cleespaujrhs and Tressa. who wants to marrv Clive, beelns to make trouble for Lianc. Tressa connives unsuccessfully with a rang of blackmailers. Later Llane is kidnaped, to be held for ransom. She is rescued by McDERMID and Cline. The weddine takes place on Christmas Llane and Clive spend their honevmrm In the south, then return north Mjnai elope* with CHUCK DESMOND, newspaper reporter Clive devotes himself to business and Llane trier, not to be bored bv social dutl-s On a shopnlne trip she encounters Robarri He begs her to go abroad with him. After a auarrel with Clive Llane goes to see Cass and tcLs her she is going awav with nobard Cass reveals Llane Is not her child, but, ‘he daughter of her sister. LUISA, and Robard's stepfather who“* first wife Luisa was. The girl Is shaken bv this news. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORE CHAPTER, FORTY (Continued) He was having an affair with pome New Orleans beauty and wanted Luisa to divorce him. Poor child! She was so young, so bewildered. She wrote me and told tne about it. I brought her home. “She died ten days after you were born. The doctor said she had no will to live." “And you never heard from my—my father?” Liane whispered. BUB CASS tossed her head. “Luisa didn't want us to let him know where she was. He never, so far as I know, tried to find her. “When she died, I mailed him the death notice. He sent lawyers to see us. He had heard there was a child, but wasn’t sure. “I lied to the lawyers. I was afraid they might take you, because you were his own flesh and blood. There was some clause in his will, I believe, to the effect that if an heir 6hould appear such a claim was to be examined thoroughly. “I think he always suspected there had been a child, but he couldn’t prove it. Tom Barrett and I had been married the year before. It was easy for me to pretend you were our daughter.” Her voice softened. “And then I felt, too, that you truly belonged to me. I cored for you from babyhood. I loved you as my own. I was justified in keeping you from that devil.” Liane’s eyes were brimming. She put her arm around the older woman. “Os course you were,” she soothed. “And when it was so hard, when we were so desperately poor, you must often have repented your decision to keep me.” Cass sat up straight. “Repented? Never! You were mine and I meant to have you.” Liane laced her fingers nervously. "Clive knows this?” she asked. Cass nodded. “I told his mother Shortly before you were married. I told him. It was only right. They had to know.” B B B THEY sat for a few moments in silence. Then Cass broke out again: “You’ll never go to Van Robard now?” “I don’t know. I don’t know. My mind is dizzy‘from all this.” “Liane, you can’t. You wouldn’t hurt Clive so. The scandal--—” The girl moaned. “I hadn’t thought of that.” “You must. Forget this man. He’s had dozen of affairs. The women of his world understand him. You made the mistake of taking him seriously.” Cass added, “Tell me I did right to hold you for my own. Tell me you forgive ” She was on her knees. . “Mother, dearest!” It was Liane’s answer. Cass wiped her eyes presently. "Heavens, I must rush! They called rehearsal for this afternoon.” Together they straightened th? place. Liane, a towel pinned over her dove-colored frock, made the bed and wiped dishes. Constraint held them after their mutual burst of emotion. “Promise me you won’t do anything without telling me first," was all Cass dared to ask on parting. Llane walked up Broadway, a slim, distinguished figure. Some impulse, born of the old trouper habit, caused her to stop ad buy a paper at the corner. Like a needle to a magnet her

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eyes were drawn to the headline, “Millionaire Killed in Motor Accident." The name leaped at her, dizzyingly black, "‘Van Robard.” CHAPTER FORTY-ONE LIANE walked without knowing where her feet carried her. She was Jostled in the crowds. She had a sudden desire for refuge and summoned a taxi. The driver thought she was ill, her face was so white. She gave him the address of the Bleeckman and stumbled into the cab. Unfolding the paper, she looked again' at the dread words. The newspaper story smote her like a blow. “Mr. James Van Dusen Robard of East Sixty-second street was injured fatally early today, when the automobile in which he was riding skidded and struck a tree on the Jericho turnpike near Willow Stream, Long Island. “Mr. Robard was returning from a farewell dinner given in his honor at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Richard Waite of Willow Stream. Policemen who reached the scene of the accident shortly after the crash say the death car must have swerved to avoid a smaller car, driven by Pietro Lombardosi of Merrick, a truck gardener. Lombardosi was dazed and could make no statement.” There was no more. Van’s clubs, his diplomatic appointment, the name of his college. Words, words, words. Liane felt herself suffocating under the weight of them. She was bowed down by the pity of it, the waste. Yesterday he had been debonair and smiling; today he lay broken, voiceless. She stifled the moan that rose to her lips. The taxi driver looked at her curiously as she alighted, and fumbled in her bag for change. There was none. She thrust a bill toward him and fled. She never knew how she reached her rooms. She found herself on the couch, face down, shaken by tearless sobs. After an eon she |lt a hand on her shoulder. She o™ncd her eyes. Clive stood over her, his face a mask of pity. “I’m sorry,” he said. He brought hot tea and made her drink it. She looked with wonder at the lighted lamps. Twilight had falllen. She remembered and moaned again. Clive propped her up with pillows. He talked, to her in a low voice. She looked at him with great brillant eyes. “Mother told me today,” she said. He did not comprehend. Painfully she explained. “She told me who my father was. She thought Van was my half-brother. Somehow she never had learned he’d been adopted.” B B B CLIVE held her hands, stroking them as though she had been a child. “Don’t talk about it unless you’d rather,” he said. ; “I must. I need to talk. It hurts here.” She touched her breast.” “All right, then.” She said, “I must tell you. When I left here this morning I had made up my mind. I was going to leave with Van. I felt I couldn’t endure it here.” He frowned. “That’s all-over now. Forget it.” ■ “No, it isn’t. It was just as wicked as if I’d done it. I was bad, clean through. The nuns at the convent used to tell us that intent to sin is just as bad as the sin itself. “I couldn’t see anything in life for me but Van. It didn’t seem to make any difference that I was married to you. I tried to forget that.” “Let’s not discuss it now. Later.” But she persisted. "I was punished for my sin. I can see that now. God punished me by killing Van.” Horror shone in her eyes. “I’m responsible for his death. I—I—” Her voice broke on a note of hysteria. Firmly Clive said, “This is all the sheerest nonsense. You’re torturing yourself without reason. Van drove his own car—they’d been drinking—and the car skidded. It’s a bad curve. How could you be responsible for that?” “I am—l am!” He said, “I’m going to give you a sleeping draught. You’ll be ill.” He mixed it for her. She drank unprotesting. Long after she slept he sat with his head in his hands. In the morning she was quieter,

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but the look of terror lingered in her eyes. At breakfast he said, “Let me take you away some place until this has all blown over.” She looked at him. She said lifelessly, “You’re so good, so kind, but I can’t let you do it. I must go away and not come back any more. I have injured you enough. “You must get a divorce and marry some girl who will make the right sort of wife for you. You’re free now. Your mother no longer owns you. Do what you like. I shall agree to whatever you say.’’ His laugh held no mirth. “That’s foolish talk. You need me just now. Let me be a help. I want to be.” “But you don’t need me!” She began to weep, self-pity rushing over her like a tide. “No one does.” When the doctor, summoned by Clive, arrived she had collapsed. “Just nerves,” the genial man announced. He thought he was used to the vagaries of the idle society woman. “She’d be as right as rain if she had a child or two to worry about,” he told Clive, smiling as he buttoned his gloves. He wondered why the younger man flushed so darkly. “Nothing wrong in that quarter, is there?” he asked with the medical man’s casual bluntness. “Nothing that I know of,” Clive muttered. “Well, that’s often a great remedy.” The physician chuckled. “I’ll drop in tomorrow to see how she is.” B B B CASS came, and had a talk with her and in the afternoon Liane arose and dressed. She was strangely quiet. She had a good child’s docility and when Clive spoke to her she answered with humility and candor. She tried not to think of Van’s funeral. Other people would come to pay him respect, but she would not be there. It was part of her punishment. In a week she seemed almost normal again. She was always pale now and in some indefinable way she had taken on an air of maturity. Clive was deeply concerned about her. He acquired the habit of leaving the office early and coaxing her to ride in the park. He wanted to teach her to drive, but she said apathetically, “Not now. Later, perhaps.” Her passivity was more moving than tears would have been. On a day two weeks after Van’s death, Clive opened the door of their suite with his latch key. He expected to find Liane stretched out on the couch with a book. He came in softly. There was no sign of her in the sitting room, so he went to the door of her boudoir and knocked gently. There was no reply. After a moment he turned the knob and went in. It was all right, he assured himself. She must have decided to go for a walk. She would be back directly. Through the door of the closet he could see her frocks hanging, fragile stuffs fragrant with the scent she always used. Then he noticed that her sable coat hung with the other things. Curious she had not worn that. It was a cold day. Troubled, scarcely knowing why, Clive went to his own room. On the bureau lay a square cream colored envelope. He read: “Clive, dear, you’ve been wonderful to me, far better than I deserved, but I can’t go on like this. I feel a hypocrite in the eyes of the world. Our marriage was a mistake from the start. (To Be Continued.)

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