Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 85, Indianapolis, Marion County, 18 August 1931 — Page 13

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CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN (Continued) She laughed aloud at the remembrance. And 6he, poor fool, had been dreaming of another man as she danced with this one! Where had been her eyes? “Tell me the joke,” he asked. Sh said, “I can’t You wouldn’t appreciate It.” Over the table high above the city she told him of her interview with Cass. ‘‘lt was like an inspiration,” she said. “She hated the notion at first, but when I spoke of the girls’ club idea, that’s always been a special pet of hers she agreed.” “I know why, partly.” She asked him what the reason was. "Cass nearly went mad when you were working in that wretched store. She raged against the system. She knows she can’t do everything, but she want? to be a sort of mother to all the girls she can help.” Liane shivered. “I don't like to think of those days, either. I thought I knew what it was to be really poor, but I’d always had some one back of me before. I’d never really been on my own.” “What a foolish child you were,” he bantered her. “I was an idiot. But I promise never to be again. Shall we dance?” The orchestra played a haunting, familiar waltz. They pushed back their chairs and left the tempting food. They danced. The girl in white and the tall young man in the well-cut dark suit might have been a pattern for all lovers. They were the boy and girl you saw in the cinema, parted only | to reunite again in the laSt reel. CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT LIANE wished that the music might never stop. Never again would she be so young and so fair and he so lover-like. Her joy was tinged with the faintest touch of sadness, making it perfect. She said at last: “I can’t eat lobster thermidor after that. It would be sacrilege.” He folded her coat around her and they drifted away, glances following them as they passed. In the great foyer of the hotel the girl saw a face she knew. Impulsively she put out her hand. “Shane McDermld. How nice to see you!” The big man in the brown suit smiled. “Well, well! It isn’t Miss Barrett any more, is it?” “Not now." Clive shook hands with Shane cordially. “I haven’t forgotten that night you saved our lives.” Shane laughed boomingly. “I did nothing at all. I was on duty—” Clive said, “I often wondered how you knew what was going on.' You came out from town, didn’t you?” Liane interposed swiftly. She knew instinctively that if Shane answered fully, Tressa’s name was bound to arise. She felt a generous impulse to shield her vanquished rival. “The lieutenant is much too ; clever to tell us how he works,” she laughed, giving him a swift, warning glance. Shane dropped his eyes. “D’you mind if I leave you for a bit?” Clive asked. “Want to telephone the garage to send the car over.” Liane sat down in one of the deep chairs under the palms. Through the fringe of her long lashes she looked shyly at this big man who had played so odd a part in her life: “I owe you a great deal, Shane MoDermid,” she said. He looked uncomfortable, “Not at all, not at all.” He brightened. “You don’t mind me saying this—but you’re happy, aren’t you?” She nodded. “Oh, awfully. Why should I mind? You’ve been one of my best friends.” “I’m glad. Young girls nowadays, most of them, don’t seem to know what they’re after.” He frowned. “You’re not married yet?” Her matronly air was amusing. “I’m not. I’ve had no luck with i the ladies. The ones I meet in my business are not the marrying kind.” She smiled at him. “You'll find one. You deserve one of the best.” , * a a CLIVE came back. They said goodbye to the shrewd-eyed policeman in the business suit.

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“I’m not at all sure I liked the way he looked at you, Mrs. Cleespaugh,” Clive said banteringly on the homeward ride. “Who?” she had forgotten all about McDermld. She was thinking of other things. Clive slipped his arm under her shoulder. ‘ Our Celtic friend. He looked as if he’d like to eat you up,” “Idiot. That’s your imagination.” Lazily Clive inquired, “However did you meet him, Liane? You never told me.” She gave a little start. Ought she to tell him? Ought she to go back to that night a year ago when a silly, pleasure-loving young girl had paid with terror and tears for an innocent enough adventure? No. she decided she would not. The old Liane Barrett of the shabby clothes and timorous pleasures was gone forever. The woman in her place was strong and loving and wise. Shane McDermid never would tell. He knew what an ignorant ! child she had been. He had helped I her out of a bad place. She was eternally grateful to him for it. So she evaded her husband’s question. “Oh, I just met him around," she murmured. “He is the cousin of a girl I used to know. She lived downstairs.” “He’s a good fellow,” Clive said. "Like to do something for him.” “So should I,” Liane agreed, with heartfelt emphasis. Then they both forgot Shane McDermid completely. a a a ON a day two years later two charmingly dressed young women came into a big room with a polished floor. A bevy of laughing girls stood around the tea table, presided over by a handsome woman whose once-blond hair showed streaks of gray. “Please give me some tea,” the one in the blue pleaded of the woman behind the big urn. Her tone made the other look up suddenly. “Muriel Ladd!” she began, halflaughing in her surprise. The girl in blue began to chatter animatedly. “I think this is the most marvelous idea,” she cried. “I’ve been reading about it in the papers. Mrs. Waring, one of your trustees, is a friend of mine. She asked me to come.” “I’m so glad you did,” Cass Barrett said warmly. She relinquished her place to one of the girls and said, “Let me show you some of our rooms. They’re lovely. “I’m house mother, you know, and maybe I don’t love it. I think perhaps I’m better as a house mother than I was as an actress.” Muriel protested, but the other woman pointed ruefully to the streaks of gray in her hair. “I was out of the ingenue class by miles,” she said, “and it’s rather nice not to hear ‘You’re not the type’ from a casting office any more. “Although,” she smiled, “I still am an old fire horse in this at least. I do get excited when our girls put on ‘As You Like It” and I smell grease paint once mope.” She led her guests from cubicle to cubicle. The rooms were miracles of neatness and ingenuity. There was charm, too, in the chintz draperies, the little maple beds. No dormitory stiffness here. It was a place any girl might like to call home. Muriel praised everything. 1 Then she asked with interest. “How are the young marrieds? I’ve been west with my husband. Haven’t had news of them in ages.” Cass beamed. “Hadn’t you heard? They got back in April after nearly a year abroad. Last month their little girl was born. She’s a pet. You must go to see Liane. She’s radiant.” Muriel was all interest. “A girl! What’s she called?” “Luisa for my sister.” Muriel looked up at the bronze plaque over the door of the main drawing room. “It’s in her honor the club was founded, isn’t it?" The plaque read, “Luisa Emerson House.” Cass’ face brightened. “It’s a perfect memorial. Luisa’ll never be forgotten so long as there are girls working in this big city.” “There’s a happy woman,” Muriel’s friend said lazily as they got into a taxicab and whirled away. “Refreshing to find one.” “If it won’t be too much for you

I’ll take you to see another happy ; one,” Muriel announced. “Lead on." a a a THE maid who answered their ring at the stone-fronted house in the East Seventies, said Mrs. Cleespaugh was in. She would take the card up. Muriel surveyed the drawing room with interest. “She does herself nicely, doesn’t she?” drawled the friend. • “It’s very good indeed,” said Muriel, noting the mellow patina on the Queen Anne chair, the subtle melting together of the colors of wall and fabric. “Mrs. Cleespaugh wishes to know if you would mind coming up,” the servant inquired sedately a moment later. “She has been lying down. This is her first day up.” They followed up the narrow staircase and into an apartment of pastel tints and fragile French furniture, a room which seemed the perfect setting for the girl on the low couch. “How nice of you to come," she smiled to Muriel. “I’m still having to be lazy. Doctor’s orders.” They kissed after the fashion of women who have not met for a long time. The languid caller accompanying Mrs. Desmond sat down to blow cigaret rings casually as they talked of matters which only faintly interested her. “May I see the baby?” Muriel begged. Liana touched a bell rope at her side and a starched Scotch nurse carried in a mite smelling of warm flannel and talcum powder. “Isn’t she precious?” Muriel demanded. The languid lady of the smoke rings agreed. “Curious things, babies,” she offered. “Never could understand them.” Liane laughed. “They don’t need to be understood. Only need to be fed and washed at this infant’s age, at any rate.” a a a THE nurse looked daggers at the cigaret, held in such dangerous juxtaposition to her charge. “I don’t think the air in here is good for her, madame,” the nurse said stiffly. Liane laughed. “Take her out, Nana. We won’t contaminate her if we can help it.” “She whispered. “She’s a terror, but a wonderful nurse. I don’t know’ whether I shall keep her or not when I’m stronger.” Muriel looked utterly scandalized. “You wouldn’t take charge of the baby youirself?” “I might even do that. Why not? I think baby tending ought to he made fashionable.” “How does Clive like her?” “He adores her. You’d think no one had ever had a child before.” The languid one arose, crushing out her cigaret in a tray. “Muriel, I hate to break up the party, but honestly I must rush. Dining early tonight.” They left in a feminine flurry of promises and half made engagements. “What can women see in that maternal stuff?” mused the languid one. “It bores me.” Muriel hailed a taxi. “Dunno,” she said, thoughtfully. “There may be something in it. You never can tell.” a a a SHE might have thought there was a little later, if she hsd seen young Mr. Cleespaugh unlock his street door, take those narrow steps two at a time, -and rush headlong into the room w r here his wife lay. No languor could have been proof against the embrace he gave her nor the look of tribute he paid her fragile loveliness. He said in a troubled voice, “Howells told me when I called that you had a headache. I rushed straight home—” “It was nothing. I stayed up too long this morning. I’ll go slow the rest of the week.” “Darling, promise me you will!” She took his head between her two slim hands. “Fussbudget!” she said. There was an interval and then she told him. “Muriel Desmond was here today. She liked our child.” Jealously he demanded, ‘‘Why wouldn’t she? Luisa’s perfect. Like her mother.” Liane laid her cheek against her husband’s. “Darling, sometimes I’m frightened, it’s all so perfect. Do you suppose you’ll always feel this way? I should die if you ever stopped caring—” Stoutly he cried, “But I never shall. I shall love you forever and ever.” • She laughed, exultant, but them W’ere tears in her eyes. (THE END) Swindles Jobless Man, Jailed By United Press BUFFALO. N. Y., Aug. 18.—Martin Waldboch was found guilty on a charge of swindling $1 from an unemployed man by promising him a job. Judge George L. Hager sentenced Waldboch to serve one year in the penitentiary for the sl.

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