Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 121, Indianapolis, Marion County, 29 September 1931 — Page 11

SEPT. 29,1931.

GUILTY# UPS fy LAURA LOU BROOKMAN

„ . BEGIN HERE TODAY Prettv Norma Kent. 20-vcar-old *fcptarv. marrl* MARK TRAVERS, millionaire n ton. in aoite of the ODDositlon of the father. F. M TRAVERS. The storv opens in Marlboro, middle Western metropolis. Mark sell* hi* Toadster to et monev Tor an extravagant honevraoon at fashionable Blue oprines. Soon their monev i* gone. Mark borrow* *SOO and thev return to Marlboro. When almost everythin* thev have 1* eon*. he finds a lob. only to lose It. Finally he becomes a floorwalker in Blossomdale'a department store. In apite of poverty, the voun* couple are hanov until Mark's father sends for him. He offers to take Mark back Into nis own business organization if Mark ■will prove he can make good. His first task involves a business trip to France. Norma is to remain at home. In spite of her protests. Mark goes. When Norma la treated rudelv at her father-ln-'aw's home, she slips awav leaving no trace of her whereabouts. CHRIS SAUNDERS, her former roommate. helps Norma find a lob. Travers employs detectives to trace her Thev discover Normal* name in police files and the record that three years before she was convicted on a vice charge. In spite of evidence that the charge was framed and Norma innocent Travers sends his lawyer to Paris with documents which will enable Mark to secure a divorce. Norma knows nothing of this until late , In .January when she receives a letter telline her Mark has secured a divorce. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE (Continued) Chris put a hand on her shoulder. “You can’t go anywhere tonight, Norma. It’s too late! You’re going to stay here. I’ll make a bed on the davenport and you can take mine." “I’ve got to go!’’ Norma insisted. “But you can’t! It's nearly midnight and it’s storming out. There's nothing in the world that you could do until morning." The younger girl looked vaguely troubled. “Midnight?" she repeated. Dorothy, clad in a yellow striped flannel robe, came into the room. “Hello, Norma," she said casually. “Going to spend the night with us?" “I—l’m just going.” “Oh, don’t do that! Why, it’s foolish. We have plenty of room.” “Norma doesn’t feel very well,” Chris said pointedly, “and I’ve been telling her it's ridiculous for her to leave. Won’t you make some coffee, Dorothy? I believe it would do us all good.” “Os course.” Dorothy disappeared behind the sdrecn that concealed the gas stove. It was this other girl’s presence as much as anything that quieted Norma. Somehow she could not bear her troubles before a stranger. When the coffee was served, she scarcely tasted hers, but consented to remain in the girls’ apartment for the night. She even docily took Chris’ bed when the other girl arranged blankets for herself on the davenport. Just before Chris extinguished the lights she paused beside Norma. “Try to get some sleep now, honey," she coaxed. “Things will be a lot better in the morning.” She heard a sob, bent down to the other girl. Norma whispered convulsively, “Chris—do you think he—doesn’t love me any more?" “Os course he loves you! Everything’s going to be all right tomorrow.” tt tt tt IN spite of these assurances none of them got much sleep. Norma, whose eyes had not closed until the sky was graying, was the last to wake. She sat up, startled to find herself in the old apartment, and then remembered. The fragrant odor of breakfast reached her nostrils, Dorothy was putting dishes on the table. Splashing in the bathroom indicated that Chris was having hei* shower. “Good morning!" Dorothy said brightly, “Breakfast’s almost ready." Norma arose. In ten minutes she had washed and dressed, and came to the breakfast table. There was an argument about whether she should go to work. Norma insisted she was going. “You ought not to leave this house!" Chris objected. “You’re sick and any one would know it to look at you." “Anyhow I'm going,” Nortna said firmly. “I’m not sick. I couldn’t stand it to stay around here all day —l’ve got to be doing something.” “I don’t think you’re well enough," the other girl repeated. “There's no use trying to stop me. I’m going!" All throe set out together half an hour later. Norma bought a morning newspaper, but she did not open it. Chris watched her uncertainly. The younger girl was paler than usual. tt tt n “■p EMEMBER,” Chris • • said as Jlv they separated on the tenth floor of the office building. “I’ll talk to Brad as soon ns he comes in. He’ll know the best thing to do. Promise me you won’t do or say anything about the letter until I see you at lunch.” “I’ll promise." “See you lift 12:30, then" Chris flung over her shoulder, as she hurried down corridor. She was far more serious half an hour later when she faced Bradley Hart in his private office. “Then it’s true!" Chris said heavily. “There isn’t any way to fight back?” Hart shrugged. “Nothing much you can do without money,” he said carelessly. “I’m sorry for the kid. Heard about it at breakfast. Norma's had a tough break." “But it’s unjust! It’s not right!” There was a rap on the door and a boy appeared. “Miss Saunders," he said. “There's a call for you to come over to Room 1016. They want you right away.” • Chris flew down the corridor. The door of the office was open and she rushed in. Frederick Stuart met her. He said anxiously, 'Miss Travers fainted. She’s in there and I’ve called a doctor. Will you see if there’s anything you can do?” CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX CHRIS followed Dr. Willoughby to the outer office. Stuart arose as they entered. “She’ll be all right," the doctor assured them. “Better send her home for the day, though. Seems to be a little run-down.” He turned toward Chris. “You’re a friend of hers?" he asked. “Yes, doctor. We used to live in the same apartment. It—it isn’t anything serious?" “No. I shouldn’t say that. Perhaps you can arrange to go with her.” “I’m sure I can." Stuart said, “I'll call a cab for you,” and picked up the telephone. The doctor nodded curtly, put on his hat and said: “Good day.” As he stepped into the corridor Chris followed. “Doctor," she said ear-

nestly, “you're sure she’s going to be all right? Norma's all alone in the world. If there’s anything at all to be done—!" Dr. Willoughby eyed the girl narrowly. “You say you’re a friend of hers?" he repeated. “Oh, yes. I’m the closest friend she has in the world, I guess. You see, she’s been worried lately. That’s what made me so anxious!” “And you don't know what’s the matter with her?” “Why— no—!” “After you get her home,” the doctor said slowly, “call in her regular physician. He can tell you.” “Butr—you don’t mean—?” Willoughby nodded. “Perfectly normal condition,” he said. “She’s evidently been under a strain—worried, as you say—and something brought on this fainting spell. Quite unimportant in itself. “She ought to have a thorough examination. Take her to an obstretrician, if you can. There are clinics, of course ” “But doctor!” the girl exclaimed. “Oh, but doctor—it can’t be!” “Sorry, but I assure you that It is. Has she a husband?” 8 tt tt /CHRIS’ hands had gone to her throat. “She did have,” she said slowly. “There’s been a divorce. Norma didn’t know a thing about it until last night. You see—he’s in Paris. Oh, this is dreadful!” “Paris?” the doctor said with a show of interest. “Yes,” Chris hurried on brokenly. “Oh, I might as well tell you! She’s been working here as Miss Travers, but she’s really married. Mark Travers is her husband—l mean he was. You know, F. M. Travers’ son. The family didn’t approve of the marriage. Matk went abroad two months ago and she hasn’t even heard from him since. Last night she got a letter telling her about the divorce. Oh what can she do?” “She can go home and rest for a few days and take care of herself. That’s the sensible course. Unfortunate, of course. Very! I’ll tell you what you do, Miss —er —?" “Saunders,” Chris supplied. “Yes. Miss Saunders. My office is on the fifth floor. Bring Mrs. Travers in to see me in a few days. Say on Monday. I’ll give her the examination. Does she have anything beside her salary here?" Chris shook her head. “No,” she said. “It’s not much, but we’ll manage some way.” n a DR. WILLOUGHBY shrugged. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of that. Sorry for the girl. Call my secretary about an appointment, will you?” Chris said that she would. She went back to the private office where Norma had been lying on an improvised couch. Chris found her sitting up, pale but otherwise looking natural. “The doctor says you’re to take the day off,” Chris announced. “I’m going to take you home and Mr. Stuart’s already called a cab for us.” “But I can’t—” Norma began only to hear her protests routed. “You can certainly do as your boss tells you! These are Mr. Stuart’s orders. Shall I get your wraps and bring them in here?” Stuart put his head in the door to say that the taxi was waiting. Chris hurried to the advertising office to explain her absence and came back wearing hat and coat. The two girls descended to the ground floor and went out on the street. The cab was diawn up a little to the left. As they they stepped in, Chris gave the driver the number of Norma’s rooming house. It was a silent ride. Norma leaned backed against Chris’ arm and most of the way her eyes were closed. The other girl was struggling with her own thoughts. Battling a terrifying new problem. When she did speak, it was only to say something reassuring to Norma. a tt u THE cool air was refreshing. There was the faintest tinge of color in Norma’s cheeks as she stepped down to the walk before the rooming house. Chris paid the driver and dismissed him. “I'm coming in with you,” she told the other girl. “They don’t expect me back at the office for a while.” Mrs. Bixby, the landlady, met them in the hallway. “Why, Miss Travers!” she exclaimed. “What are you doing here at this time?” “Miss Travers isn’t feeling well,” Chris told her. “She’s going to spend the day at home. Do you think you could send up a hot cup of tea? I’m sure It would be good for her.” “Why, forever more!” It was Mrs. Bixby’s favorite exclamation. “Forever more! Os course I’ll fix the tea. I’ll bring it right up myself—” Mrs. Bixby swished out of view. “Anyhow it got rid of her,” Chris said, smiling faintly. “You don’t have to drink the tea, you know.” Norma did not answer. They went up the stairs and into the tiny rear bedroom. Everything was exactly as Norma had left it the night before. a tt a CHRIS bustled about, raising a window, drawing down the covers of the bed, making Norma get out of her clothes and into a kimono. The younger girl was submissive. The tempestuous display of emotion the night before seemed to have exhausted itself. She slipped beneath the covers and let Chris draw them up around her. When Mrs. Bixby arrived with the steaming cup of tea, Norma managed ’to smile gratefully. The landlady would have lingered, but Chris efficiently shooed her out. “Now, then,” the older girl said, sitting on the side of the bed, “do you think you can get some sleep, honey? You didn’t have much last night s’ou know.” The muscles about Norma’s lips tightened. “Chris,” she said in a voice barely above a whisper, “did the doctor tell you——?” No use to try to evade those blue eyes. The older girl hesitated. She reached forward, took Norma's hand in hers. “It’s going to be all right, dear!” she said. “Everything’s going to be all right!” Norma turned convulsively, bury.ing her face in the pillow. Her shoulders shook with her sobs. “Don’t you Bee,” she managed to say at last, “don’t you see why I’ve

got to have Mark now? I’ve —I’ve just got to have him! Oh, Chris, I don’t want to live without him!” “But you don’t know yet ” “I do! Oh, I do! It was in that newspaper. I—l read it just before everything went black before my eyes! It’s true, Chris. It’s true about the divorce." Chris leaned forward. “Does Mark know,” she asked cautiously, “about the baby ?” The yellow head shook negatively, emphatically. “I’ve —only known—myself since Christmas. I—oh, I tell you I don’t want to live! I—l can’t!” Presently she was quiet again and Chris was able to say what she had been trying to get out earlier. “Brad said I could talk to Jim Daniels about the case. He’s Brad’s lawyer. There may be something you can do yet, Norma. If there is he’ll know. You mustn’t give up until I’ve talked to him.” “But, Chris!” The voice from the covers was fainter now, more tremulous. “Don’t you see—it means—it means Mark doesn’t love me any more! He couldn’t do a thing like this if he loved me!” “It’s his lying, underhand father who’s to blame!” Chris almost snorted the words. “Oh, I don’t say I admire Mark for what’s happened, but it’s his father who’s responsible!" Norma said between sobs, “I—don’t want to live —if Mark doesn't love me—” a a a A LITTLE later her mood changed to self-condemnation. She berated herself for a dozen reasons. “I ought to have told Mark,” she moaned over and over. “I ought to have told him about everything even if it killed me! “It was wrong to run away from his father’s house. If I’d stayed, this wouldn’t have happened! It’s all my fault—” Chris had all she could do to silence this new outburst. She made promises she knew were impossible, stalling for time. At length her efforts were successful. Norma lay perfectly still, seemed to relax. “If you’ll only shut your eyes now and try to sleep!” Chris urged. “I’ll try,” Norma said obediently. She closed her eyes. The older girl watched from her post at the side of the bed and noted that Norma’s breathing was regular and deep. Minutes passed and then Norma opened her eyes again. “I’m all right now,” she said. “You ought to go back to the office, Chris.” “You’re sure there’s nothing more you want?” “Nothing.” “And you’ll stay right here and try to rest? I’m going to tell Mrs. Bixby to send up your lunch.” “I couldn’t eat anything. Honestly. Not now.” “Well—a little later then. If you’re sure everything’s all right I’ll go now but I’ll be back this evening. Just as soon as I can get here from work.” a tt NORMA’S eyes were closed and she did not answer. Chris put on her wraps, watched the other girl anxiously for several moments, finally turned without speaking and left the room. She stopped for a consultation with Mrs. Bixby before she boarded a street car bound downtown. Norma heard the qjiter door close. The house was unusually quiet. She lay still, listening for what must have been twenty minutes. Then as silently as possible she arose and slipped into her clothing. She put on her coat and hat and opened the hall door stealthily. No one appeared to stop her when she reached the ground floor. Five minutes later Norma was at the street intersection. A cab driver swerved in answer to her signal and drew up at the curb. * Nonna stepped into the cab and gave an address. Her face, as she sank back against the leather seat, was like parchment. A moment later she leaned forward and tapped the glass partition separating her from the driver. “Hurry, will you?” Norman begged. (JTo Be Continued) FAVOR~BEER by glass Plan for Ontario Cited as Means I of Increasing Revenue. By United Press WINDSOR, Ontario, Sept. 29. Rumors that beer soon will be sold by the glass in Ontario, continued here today, although there has been no confirmation of them. The plan now is in operation in the province of Quebec. Premier George S. Henry is said to favor sale of beer and ale by the glass as a means of increasing revenue. Under the present law, beer may be purchased only in government stores. Wet leaders hope to see the change made within a month.

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