Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 188, Indianapolis, Marion County, 16 December 1931 — Page 19

DEC. 16, 1931’

THREE KINDS of LOVE .#. BY KAY CLEAVER STRAHAN

REGIS HERE TODAT t-FNu?fr^ C ! CILY •n'l MARY-FRANCES J ,v * their ersnd narmts. now 80 Impoverished that household* 1 Cecllv * p * rn!n * B support the -uTjt B, * ters have been orphaned since enildr.ooo. The trrandnsrents arc known r.**g' c tivehr as ROSALIE- and UHAND' and thev insist on keepina tin pretense* of their former wealth. Anne. 28. and Cecilv. 22. do ?ccretfrt*! work and Marv-Frances. 15. is Mill Ip school. When the storv opens Anne ha* been ensaaed to PHILLIP ECROYD. voting lawver. for right vears. Cectlv bring* RARRY MrKEEL home, to dinner. It is evident that she Is Tallinn In love wltlj him. Marv-France* ha* a telephone call from her frtend. ERMINTRUDE. who I* excited about the arrival of an actcr known as EARL PE ARMOUNT. The two Kiris make plans to meet him. Phil comes to see Anne. He is late and rather Irritable. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER SEVEN IN the hall, where Arm could sec his frown, he went on. "No. It peems to me. that you and I are pushed about, constantly and regardless of our own inclinations, to the tune of other people’s whims.’’ "No —not whims,” said Ann. Philip shrugged. She hated to see him shrug that way, pretending or, perhaps, actually signifying that nothing was of importance any longer. She began to talk rapidly. "Dear, dearest,” she said, "I don’t know, but I think most people’s .troubles are their own faults, unless we switch to the determinists and say that nothing is any one's fault. "I mean—if there is fault it must belong to each person’s own self. I was thinking tonight, as I peeled the carrots, you are like the sun to my moon. And when you shine I can shine—reflected light, you know. "And when things are all wrong, as they have been lately, and you are sort of hidden from me in the clouds, then I can’t shine either. Only—it is more than my shining. Then I’m just not I at all. Nor anything—much. I’m gone.” 'Which, resolved,” said Philip Ecroyd, dignified young lawyer, "puts al the blame at, my door, all the time for not—how is it?—shining.” “No,” said Ann desperately. "No. Phil dear, you are so clever and so wise and—l’m not. I shouldn’t try similes metaphors. They don’t arrived. But, dear, if you’d try you could understand.” u I?OR once compliments failed to mollify him. "I do try,” he said. "But nothing ever works out for either of us, does it? We never—arrive.” He sighed and added, "I love you, Ann,'* but to Ann it sounded ab-sent-minded, like "I beg your pardon” and its kind. She avoided saying, “Quite all right, I assure you,’’ by saying nothing. "Well,” he reached for her hands, “I’ll be running along, then. Good night, dear.” "Good night?” she echoed, without the "dear.” "But why in the world are you going so early? Cecily will think it’s queer if you don't come in and meet her friend.” What did he mean those shrugging shoulders to imply? Patience? (Cecily, in a teasing humor, had said that Phil was as patient as a thimble. Indifference? She had asked him last week what he meant when he shrugged, and he had answered that it was merely a mannerism, he supposed, and that he was sorry it annoyed her—hinting, however, that Ann was easily annoyed. He hung up his hat again, and took off his raincoat again, and kicked his overshoes again—Phil never hurried. “I'm afraid,” he said, as he slicked down his hair again, "that I'm in no mood for a family party nor for Cecily’s friends.” n n n THE music room was lighted only with the piano lamp, and off in a shadowy corner Grand mercifully was dozing. Rosalie, with her back to the light, tossed Philip and Ann a contralto parenthesis and went right on being the alluring blonde belle of South Carolina. Ann glanced at Cecily and saw that Rosalie and her allure did not matter—that nothing much mattered. Cecily was glowing with a blurred radiance that Ann understood. It came along with love, at first, and it became because all outside things were blurred and softened and made beautiful—for the time being.

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Cecily, now, could not see that Phil with his 6 feet 2 inches tow- | ered above the shortish Mr. McKeel. ' She could not see that Phil, with ; his smooth hair and his deep, darkbrowed blue eyes, and his maturity and manliness, made Barry MeKcel j look boyish and fragile and inadequate. In time, of course, things necessarily emerged from the haze and crystallized into clearly outlined duties. and practicalities, habits and certainties. Marriage, Ann believed, made this emergence easy; totaling, as it went along, certainties, duties, habits, troubles, into a sum fine and noble, instead of confusing them into problems petty and quarrelsome. Why this should be true, Ann did not know. Like many other practical persons, she held hard to a few large reasonless faiths, and one of hers was that marriage in itself was the eternal panacea. For a moment, as she looked at Cecily, pity and fear thumped together in Ann’s mind. It was an intolerable fusion, and she rejected it, and tried to listen to Rosalie, who was telling the old May-day story, with Cecily substituted for the heroine in place of Ann. “Our dear son John was working toward his doctor’s degree, and he had accepted an assistant professorship—urn—something of the sort, ;in Harvard that. year. Cecily was not quite 5 years old, but she wrote me a letter. I treasure it yet. It said, ‘Dear j Rosalie: TliPy made me Queen of I the May at my school today. They did not make father Queen of the May at his school. Your loving Ann.’ Cecily. I mean. Fancy my saying Ann!” u n n ; -p VERY ONE laughed but Phil, | who could not be expected to laugh, since he had heard the story . many times before. Barry exclaimed pleasantly about | little girls who went to school at j 4 years old and wrote letters, and I Rosalie began her interminable round of anecdotes concerning the three prodigies, the sisters Fenwick, and Phil sat, and was handsome, and looked bored, bored, bored. For Phil’s sake, and for Cecily’s, too, Ann snatched the opportunity offered at the end of Rosalie’s story about 6-year-old Mary Frances and her first view of the Pacific ocean (“I had understood,” lisped MaryFrances, as she turned away, “that it was much bigger than that”) to tell about the funny man who had gone with them for the Labor day party at Agate beach. "He was a ’steenth cousin of somebody’s and we none of us understood how he got into our group at all. But there he was, and he liked us less than we liked him, and he complained about the coffee and wouldn’t help with any of the work. On Sunday evening I happened to be alone on the porch, and there was a glorious sunset doing marvelous purple things to the ocean. I called the others, ‘Come and see the ocean!’ and they all came except this Mr. Whatever-his-name-was. "I thought he hadn't heard me, he was in the dining room, so I ran in there and said again, mad with enthusiasm, ‘Oh, Mr. So-and-so, come and see the ocean!’ He sat stolid in his chair and put back his chin and said, ‘I have saw the ocean.’ ” Barry’s laugh leaped out satisfactorily. But Phil looked bored, bored, bored. "Did anyone ask him,” Barry said, "about York Cathedral?” Ann did not understand, but Phil opened his eyes wider and leaned forward. "Ah! You care for the Brontes?” “Do I! Emily in particular. I’ve just been rereading . . . tt u ANN soon stopped listening. She sat with a small smile fixed on her lips, and was glad that Phil was no longer bored, and that Cecily seemed to have read all the Bronte books, and that Rosalie had been lulled and was nodding in her heliotrope perfume. She had put on a lot of it tonight. Phil said that Rosalie always was ruthlessly perfumed. Poor Rosalie —she wore those heavy underarm dress shields, and they got sort of

smelly, and that, probably, was why she used the perfume. It couldn’t be told—like the advertisements. Poor Mr. Redfem — if he could afford to advertise Business was so slack, right now. She must insist, tomorrow, that ihe write again to that man in Seattle. Phil’s voice was going on . and on. Was Phil, perhaps, doing more than his share of the talking? She listened. “Rot! This stream of consciousness stuff—simpering at sin, whimsical and coy about wickedness! These young modems, these worshipers of sophomoric sophistications, squirming their words about, wallowing in sexual discussions and portrayals—rot! “You say they’ll live? I say that they never have been aiive. TTiey’ve never yelled when the doctor spanked them. They’re stillborn. They—” “But see here,” Barry interrupted. “My brief was sos- the stylists—modern, if you like, though Shakespeare—” “Shakespeare,” Phil seized it, as if Barry had stolen it, and shook it at him, “Shakerpeare . , .” Underneath Phil’s low rolling words Cecily murmured to Ann, “Can’t you stop him?” That was too silly of Cecily. If she wanted anything stopped, why didn’t she stop it? Stop her Barry, whose face was red and who looked almost angry. Phil was not angry at all. Phil was merely intense. He always grew intense when the subjects of sin and wickedness and sex came up. Phil, thanks to his mother’s excellent training, was something of a Puritan, he said. Ann was glad of it. It made him clean minded, made him honor and respect women—except that—well, that other sort. And he pitied them sincerely. He said that he did. (To Be Continued) LEGGER BEFRIENDED BY BALTZELL IS ‘IN AGAIN’ Won Delayed Sentence Three Years Ago When Child Was Bom Almost three years ago when Martin Brezigar's daughter was born, Martin was at his wife’s bedside only through the mercy oi Federal Judge Robert C. Baltzell. Judge Baltzell had sentenced him to ninety days in jail on a liquor charge, and then allowed him a few days’ freedom when the child was born. That was St. Patrick’s day, 1929. The little girl was named Patricia—for the saint—and Baltzella—for the judge. Martin served his term and promised to go straight. But now he’s in again, arrested again for alleged liquor selling, and also is charged with keeping a gambling house. Federal dry authorities will investigate. DEMOCRATS MAP DRIVE Plan Dinner Series Starting Jan. 14 for Presidential Campaign. By United Press WASHINGTON, Dec. 16.—Democratic mobilization for the 1932 presidential election will begin Jan. 14 with a series of dinners in large cities. An address by John W. Davis, general chairman of the party’s victory campaign, will be broadcast by the meetings, Joett Shouse, Democratic executive chairman, announced today through the campaign headquarters here. Shouse said 1,000 persons were expected at the dinners in New York, Philadelphia, Boston and Chicago and large gatherings are being planned in other cities.

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—By Ahern

The heavy boat shot straight toward the hideous horde. It was almost upon the leading Horib when one man fired his antique weapon. As the loud report shattered the river’s silence, the Horibs separated and a moment later they were racing along on either side of the craft. The Korsars’ arquebuses shot many Horibs and the snemy constantly darted close. •’ • hurl a spear and then dive beneath the suxface. .

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