Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 100, Indianapolis, Marion County, 4 September 1931 — Page 20

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GUILTY# UPS fy LAURA LOU BROOKMAN

BEGIN HIRE TODAT Pretty NORMA KENT. 20-vear-old *ecretarv in a low office. marries MARK TRAVERS, son of F. M TRAVERS, millionaire real estate dealer, after the father has sworn to cut Mark off without a nennv if the marrlß*e takes place. Norma has known Mark onlv a few weeks, and did not know during the courtship that he was a millionaire's son. The storv opens in Marlboro, middle Ws'ern metropolis CHRISTINE SAUNDERS. with whom Norma shared an apartment. and BRADLEY HART. Chris' employer. are witnesses at the wedding. Before this Norma repeatedly has refused to marrv 808 FARRELL, voung lawyer of whom she Is fond as a friend. Mark sells his expensive roadster to get money for the honeymoon trip. He and Norma depart for Blue Springs, fashionable resort. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER FOURTEEN Norma hesitated, wondering if she had the courage to enter such a place. Travers had turned to the cab driver. ‘‘Wait for us,” he instructed. They went into the shop and a svelte, black-satin clad woman came forward to meet them. Somehow Norma made it known that she wanted to buy a traveling dress or perhaps a suit. She was in a fever of self-con-sciousness, aware of the shabbiness of her costume in comparison with those about her. She thought of the taxicab outside, its meter clicking away dimes and quarters. What a way to .<hop! Mark’s face, smiling, loomed before her and she was reassured. They bought the traveling suit—n gray tweed with threads of blue in it and snug, trimly fitted collar and cuffs of tight-curled krimmer. They selected gray because Mark reminded Norma she had worn gray the first time he saw her. There was a black hat that came down closely over the head, but hid none of the glory of the soft-waving hair about her face. * It was a beautiful costume and fitted without alteration. Fanchon brought out even shoes and purse and gloves to go with the tweed suit. tt tt u THE minutes were flying, Norma, getting into her new finery hurriedly, reappeared from the dressing room. “I'm ready now, Mark!” He had caught sight of another frock which she must have—an evening dress of lovely peach-col-ored soft stuff with shoulders dropped like an 1860 belle’s and beneath the bouffant skirt a bit of lace-trimmed petticoat. ‘‘Oh, but we don’t have time!” the girl protested. “Is it the right size?” Mark asked the saleswoman. “It should be. The young lady is so slender. She wears the gowns exactly as they have been created.” “We’ll take it,” Mark announced. “Trust to luck it will fit.” “And, Madam, what about sports clothes—?” suggested the saleswoman, emboldened by this wholesale manner of purchasing. When they finally emerged from Fanchon’s barely fifteen minutes remained before departure of the train *for Blue Springs. Boxes of assorted sizes jostled about them in the taxicab. Mark’s roll of bank bills was $425 thinner. a u tt THE taxi driver complied with Travers’ instruction to “step on it.” The cab careened through the crowded streets, turned corners on two wheels, jolted to abrupt, breath-taking stops for traffic signals, and discharged them at last at the cab entrance of the huge railway station. “Fifty seconds to make it!” Mark whistled sharply. “Red cap!” he shouted, “Red cap!” Two colored boys rushed up and loaded themselves with the packages. Mark thrust a bill at the cab driver whose eyes widened as he realized its denomination. Then with the boys in red caps leading Norma and Mark ran pellmell for the train gates. A brakeman was shouting, “All aboard! All aboard!” for the last time as they swung onto the car. Breathless, they floundered to seats in their compartment. The colored boys dropped the luggage and made a swift retreat. The train had begun to move, was gradually gathering speed. Norma looked at Mark. “We—we got here!” was all she could manage to gasp. She raised one hand to straighten the little black hat that had been pushed

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| back at a foolish angle In the run j for the train. There came a tap at the door. | Mark answered. It was the conductor. Something about the tickets needed to be settled. Only a moment and the couple were alone again. a a tt NORMA had discarded the troublesome little hat. Mark helped her out of her coat. Somehow this led to slipping his arms about her, whispering precious nonsense. Norma’s hair became badly disarranged, but neither of them noticed that. “Happy, kid?” It was to become a habit of Mark’s during the next few weeks to make that inquiry. As habitually and with emphasis the girl was to answer as she did then: “Os course!” Without talking they watched the landscape stream past. Her head rested on his shoulder. They had passed the suburbs now and were flying through wooded ravines. The foliage, touched by the first frost of October, had begun to show gorgeous tones of gold and scarlet. “What time is it. Mark?” “Nearly 6. I’ll have the porter bring a menu. You’d rather eat here than go into the dining car, wouldn't you?” She nodded. Instead of summoning the porter, however, both preferred to prolong that perfect interval. The shadows on the countryside grew longer. Why at that moment of all times should memories she relentlessly had put behind suddenly reappear to plague Norma? She turned away from Mark. What was he saying? She heard the words dimly: "Oh, there’s something I forgot —something important!” CHAPTER FIFTEEN MARK dug one hand down into his waistcoat pocket before he spoke again. He drew out a box, a very tiny box, of dazzling whiteness. He snapped the lid back and a gleaming circlet of diamonds appeared. They were set in a band of platinum. Almost forgot about this,” he said. Let's see If it fits.” He slipped the jeweled band over the third finger of Norma’s left hand. The ring twinkled up at her like star dust. The tiny diamonds became a disc of fire. They flamed white heat into the dusky train compartment. Or were they tear drops frozen and strung like beads? Words were such useless things. They failed Norma completely. Something hot and choking gathered in her throat. She could not speak. Almost she could not breathe. Never had she dreamed any one could be so frighteningly, ecstatically happy. And so because she could not find the words to answer the girl raised her two hands, one to either of Mark’s cheeks, held his face closely for a long instant, and then pressed her lips to his. Oh, these two were so young, so very much in love! But the ring does fit! See—it’s just right!” she was insisting a little later. Mark disagreed. He held up the encircled finger to prove the band slipped about too loosely. There was the possibility of losing the ring. He had not realized what slender, delicate fingers his bride had. We can have it made smaller at Blue Springs,” he suggested. Fear that she might lose the wedding ring made Norma agree at once. Words came easily now. Over and over she told Mark how beautiful the diamonds were. She meant this, yet it was not the beauty of the stones and their setting which awed her. It was the significance’ of the ring. This band on her finger was the symbol of marriage. It told world she was Mark Travers’ wife. Good Lord—it is late. You’ll be starved!” Mark made a lunge at the electric button which summoned the porter. Within fifteen minutes they were being served dinner. Happy, kid!” Oh—of course!”

AT Blue Springs there began a world of only Norma and Mark with dimly visionary strangers occasionally drifting in and out of the background—waiters who served their meals, chauffeurs who drove the motor cars in which they rode, golf caddies, an orchestra, other dancers who might have been miles away for all their presence on the dance floor meant to these two. Blue Springs was completely perfect and it was completely theirs. It was nearly noon when they arrived. True to Mark’s prediction the sun was shining. Great fleecy clouds, moving so slowly that they seemed stationary, darkened the azure sky by their whiteness. It had been crisp October in Marlboro. Blue Springs was cool enough for light wraps, warm enough that seasoned bathers were still taking their daily dips. The arrival of Mr. and Mrs. Mark Travers had not been unheralded. Clicking cameras were the first indication of the welcoming committee. Newspaper photographers, having secured informal photographs, asked the newly married couple to pose. While Norma hesitated Mark gave cheerful assert. There was a girl reporter on hand to ask details of the romance. Mark’s replies to her questions were sketchy, satisfactory because about them the young woman was able to weave a g’.jwing, modern Cinderella story about the beautiful stenographer who married a millionaire’s son. “And do your partents approve the marriage?” the reporter asked. “Oh, yes! Certainly!” tt tt tt THE other side of this story reached telegraphic press services shortly after F. M. Travers, in Marlboro, saw reproductions of the Blue Springs’ photographs in his morning newspaper. Pungent and brief were F. M. Travers’ remarks. Neither Mark nor Norma read these comments. They posed for the photographers again the second day because the young men had proved friendly and it seemed a simple favor to grant. And since Norma’s blond beauty happened to be the sort which photographs ideally, and young love is a subject universally appealing, the picture appeared in newspapers from coast to coast. There was no suite in the fashionable Blue Springs inn more elegant than the one Mark had engaged. Norma, living in a world of luxurious comforts for the first time, soon came to take such matters for granted. Mark, who was at home in such surroundings, who constantly was introducing her to new luxuries, waved aside questions about money. It was natural for Norma to adopt the same attitude. She left every decision to Mark. In response to a telegram to his mother, Mark’s luggage arrived. The couple went to a smart shop and bought sports clothes for Norma. (To Be Continued)

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