Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 102, Indianapolis, Marion County, 7 September 1931 — Page 10

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BEGIN HEBE TODAY Pretty NORMA KENT. 20-year-old l'*cr*tarv In a law office, marries MARK TRAVERS, son of F. M. TRAVERS, millionaire real estate dealer, after the lather haa sworn to cut Mark off without a penny If the marrlaye takes place. Norma hss known Mark only & lew week, and did not know during the courtship that he was a millionaires son. The story opens In Marlboro, middle western metropolis. CHRISTINE SAUNDERS, with whom Norma shared an apartment, and BRADLEY HART. Chris' employer, are witnesses at the weddine. Before this, Norma has refused to marry 808 FARRELL, younu lawyer of Whom she is fond as a friend. Mark sells his expensive roadster to Bet money for the honeymoon. He and Norma go to fashionable Blue Springs, where the young man takes delight In surrounding his bride with expensive uxurles. One afternoon Mark Introduces Norma to HOLLIS STONE, an old friend. It Is evident from the girl's discomposure that she has known Btone before. She excuses herself and goes to her room. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER SIXTEEN fContinued) "Mark probably knows already,” she reasoned. Cold judgment would not let her accept this respite. There was another possibility. "Mark might not believe him.” Over and over to herself Norma repeated the words. She said them like a prayer. One minute she was hopeful; the next utterly despondent. After a time there was a knock at the door, but she did not answer. It was a gentle knock and it came a second time. "Who's there?” “It’s Mark, Norma.” B B B DID she dare to have it over with—to face the inevitable just then? Well, why not now Instead of prolonging this torment? What difference could It make? "I—l’m coming, Mark.” It took a long time for her to release the lock and open the door r scant few Inches. Mark emerged from the hallway. "I was afraid you might want something, darling. How do you feel now? Any better?” She had not snapped on the lights end dusk was gathering. He could not see how pale she was. He could not sec the fright fade from her eyes as she heard his voice, so solicitous, so natural, but he was surprised at the way she clung to him. "Oh, Mark I’m glad you’ve come!” How sweet to feel strong arms about her. This was her Mark—her husband. Nothing was changed. Everything was exactly as it had been! "But, honey, you came upstairs to get warmer clothes. That flimsy silk doesn’t amount to anything. You ought to take better care of yourself.” His scolding was like an endearment. "I’m all right, Mark. I—everything’s all right now.” Presently the lights were glowing and Mark leaned back in a deep chair smoking as he watched Norma brush out her tangled, taffy-colored curls. She had obeyed £ll of his instructions. A warm shower and strenuous rub. Now she was wrapped in Mark’s flannel robe instead of her negligee. On her tiny •feet were gold sandals. MARK blew a wraith-like spiral of smoke and removed the cigaret from his lips. “Remember that duck we ran into when we came in?” he asked. "Stone. I introduced him ” Norma did not turn. The icy fingers were clutching her heart again. "Yes.” She managed to get out the monosyllable steadily. "I was surprised to see him turn up here,” Mark continued. "He’s a dumb bunny—sort of a relative in a way. Distant cousin. Doesn’t go in for golf or tennis or any of those things. "I don’t think he has much money. Why do you suppose a guy like that would want to come to Blue Springs?” "Why—l don’t know.” “Well, I hope he isn’t going to make a nuisance of himself. If he does, we’ll duck, that’s all.” The girl sank to a low chair. She did not speak for several moments. Then In a slow voice she said; "Mark, couldn’t we have dinner served up here tonight? I’d like that better than going to the dining room.” "Os course we can! Good idea. Want me to ring now for the menu?” It was a pleasant, companionable

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meal without the formality of waiters hovering watchfully in the background. Creamed chicken for Norma with salad and fresh fruit. A thick steak for Mark accompanied by vegetables and a hearty dessert. Coffee afterward. While they drank the fragrant beverage Norma sat on a low stool at Mark's feet. "Happy, kid?” She was, she assured him. But not so happy as she had been before the advent of Hollis Stone. Not so happy as when this paradise about her had seemed to drift on endlessly. Tonight there were doubts, spasmodic moments of terror and black restlessness. mum ALL the next day she did not see Stone and neither she nor Mark mentioned him. Blue Spiings was in docile mood after the storm. The young Travers’ took a long motor drive, lunched at a wayside eating place and returned to the inn to watch a tennis match. A pretty English girl and her long-limbed partner won the doubles cup from a group of contenders. It was the following afternoon, that the lure of a perfect golf course became too strong for Mark. He left his bride to join a foursome, promising not to be gone long. Proudly Norma urged him to go. She declared she would welcome the time alone. She didn’t mean a word of it. Her heart beat in accelerated tempo and a tight knot gathered in her throat as she saw him depart. She longed to cry out and beg him to stay with her, but common sense routed the impulse. Alone, she considered how to occupy the dreary afternoon. Should she walk, visit the shops, go to Pierre’s for a shampoo? None of these things appealed. She decided to read and started for the magazine stand. Norma turned a corner. Cool gray eyes met hers levelly. A man’s voice, suave and low-pitched, drawled, “Good afternoon, Mrs. Travers.” "Good afternoon!” Hollis Stone faced her squarely. He stood in the center of her path. “Fine day we’re having,” he suggested. The tone was formal. Not by the flicker of an eyelash was there evidence of anything but impersonal greeting in the way he spoke. "Yes, it’s—it’s a beautiful day.” Nervously Norma twisted the strap of the tiny purse she carried. It fell to the ground. The clasp opened, spilling coins and a vanity case. Stone rescued the purse and its contents. She thanked him in contusion. Decent courtesy demanded that she should linger and exchange a few words. When at last she was able to escape, the girl had forgotten her quest of magazines and hurried toward the elevator. She went to her rooms. So much to try to puzzle out. She pressed her hands together feverishly until they hurt. What was Stone waiting for? What was behind his silence? How long could she count on it? Over and over she asked herself these questions. It was late when Mark arrived. He burst into the room, jubilant and noisily enthusiastic. It had been a great afternoon. He had shot an 84 and none of the others had done so well. They were determined to take him on again in the morning. Going to be out early! There was much more about the game of golf. It was a long while before Mark even thought to inquire how Norma had spent the afternoon, whether she had had a pleasant time. Playfully she evaded in her answers. If he had not even missed her during these hours of separation, she would not confess she had been lonely. When they were ready to go down to dinner, Norma was determinedly gay. She maintained the pose throughout the meal and afterward when they danced. It was a different Norma, however, who later when they were

alone together drew herself slowly away from Mark’s arms. Her face was colorless, blit it did not betray emotion. She had nerved herself for the bravest moment of her life. In a dry voice Norma said; "I—l want to talk to you about something, Mark ” CHAPTER SEVENTEEN MARK TRAVERS threw down his coat and loosened his tie impatiently. "I’m all in,” he said, yawning. “It’s too late to talk about anything now. Got to be up early to meet those fellows at the club house.” “But, Mark, this is—it’s important.” He had disposed of the necktie, was fumbling with shirt buttons. Mark did not even glance toward Norma. , "Nothings so important tonight it can’t wait. I tell you I’m dogtired!” The girl had not moved from where she stood. She seemed about to speak, then her lips tightened. Automatically she folded and unfolded an end of ribbon on her dress. Suddenly, Impetuously she rushed to Mark and put a hand on each of his arms. "Oh, Mark!” she cried. “Do you really love me? I mean more than any one else? Do you love me so much nothing will ever make any difference? If anything should happen—do you love me so much you’re sure nothing could ever make you change? Do you?” "Why, sweetheart!” Travers laughed and patted her cheek. "So that’s what’s been worrying you—that’s what’s so terribly important, is it? Os course I love you. Now, will you climb into your pajamas and get ready for bed? Honestly, I’m awfully sleepy!” A long-drawn-out yawn clinched the argument. Obediently Norma turned away and began undressing. MUM SHE was not awake when he left next morning. Accustomed to sleeping late since their arrival in Blue Springs, it was after 10 o’clock before Norma sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes. Rumpled pillows beside her told their story. Mark had gone to keep his appointment at the golf course. The girl arose and dressed slowly. She did not even bother to go downstairs to breakfast. Just before noon there was a telephone call. Mark’s voice came over the wire, saying he would meet her for lunch at 1. Yes. they’d bees* around the course but it was going to take a while to clean up and get back to the inn. Norma was looking very attractive and very sweet when she met him in the lobby. She wore her gray traveling tuit with gray pumps and the saucy, tip-tilting hat that come from Fanchon’s. With Mark was Clint Halloran, one of the members of the foursome. Until two days before Mark never had seen Halloran. Now apparently they were the best of friends. Mark introduced his bride and the three went in to luncheon together. At the table the talk was all of golf. Halloran was amazed to hear Norma did not play. "You’ll have to have lessons,” he assured her. "It’s a great game. Nothing like it! Golf keeps you fit.” "That, so Norma had noticed, was the favorite argument of devotees of half a dozen sports. Men and women told her they played tennis, golf, polo, rode horseback and swam “to keep fit.” To keep fit for what? she might have asked, since none of them seemed to have any occupation other than their endless games. (To Be Continued)

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