Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 189, Indianapolis, Marion County, 17 December 1931 — Page 15

DEC. 17, 1931.

THREE KINDS of LOVE • BY KAY CLEAVER STRAHAN

BKOW nrRF. TODAY I AmS CECIIV and MARY-FRANCES FENWICK live with their grandparents, once wealthy, now so impoverished that •ousefioUl *' eclly * ftrnlnßß support the It * ,s H r * have been orphaned since MUam. The grand oareiUa are known resDectlvelv a s •ROSALIE” and GRAND” and they insist on ki-epinK UP pretenses of their former wealth. Anne. 2g, and Cecily. 22. do secretarial Work and Marv-Erances. 15 la still In achool. When the sterv opens Anne has been cnßaged to PHILIP ECROYD. young Jc.wver. for elßht vears. . Cecily brines BARRY McKEEL home to dinner. It is evident that she is falling in love with him. Marv-Franoet has a telephone rail from her friend. ERMINTRUDE. who is excited about the arrival of an actor known as EARL DE ARMOUR'-'. 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 EIGHT BARRY objected “But, Mr. Ecroyd, such prejudice leaves me defenseless. I don’t and can’t admit . . Phil stood. Barry should not have called him prejudiced. It was a word that Phil always had particularly disliked. “On thfe contrary ” Phil said, “I pride myself that no man living has a more open mind than I have; open, tha r is, to the decencies. “I’ve enjoyed talking to you, Mr. McKeel. Hope we can get at it again sometime. I’ll have to be Koing now. Good night. Good aiight.” Cecily and Barry said “Good flight.” Grand and Rosalie were both asleep. Ann went with Philip Into the hall. “Cissy,” he said, as he reached for his raincoat, “has fallen hard for the flaming youth, hasn’t she?” “I don’t know,” Ann fibbed. “I know,” Phil said, and pulled bis coat down in the back. “It’s a case, sure enough, this time. You kwon what will happen, don’t you?” “Happen?” Ann questioned. “She'll marry him the day he asks her. She’ll let you down. You’ll see. She’ll marry him, and you will be left holding the sack end supporting the family.” Ann thought, “But I can’t. I can bold the sack, but I can’t support the family on my $25 a week. No one could. We’ll freeze and starve,” and said nothing. “She’ll let you down,” Phil repeated, and stamped into one overshoe. “You’ll hold the sack,” he repeated, and stamped into the other overshoe. Ann flared. “You’ve no right to Ray that, Phil. Cissy will not. Cissy never has let me nor any one down. You’ve no right.” Phil, hat in hand, was making for the door. Ann tagged after him and went on: “Suppose she does fall in love. Suppose she does get engaged to that nice boy. Isn’t that her affair? You and I have been engaged for eight years.” “Yes, I know that. I don’t need to be told,” said Phil on the porch to Ann in the doorway. “But Cissy isn’t like you. Her man will come first with her.” “You come first with me,” said Ann. “Oh, no, I don't. Cecily, and Mary-Frances, and Grand and Rosalie” ("need he make each name a sneer?) “come first with you, Ann, and always have.” “No,” she began, “that isn’t true. It isn’t my faults-” Phil had turned and was going. Phil had gone! Gone? Right off like that, without kissing her good night? Thil had gone. If he had purposely omitted the kiss it wouldn’t matter so much. But she feared, she seriously feared, that he simply had walked away and forgotten all about It. tt a tt TJARRY, driving and intent on the polished black pavements ahead, did not see Philip standing back from the corner, puffing at his pipe and waiting for the street car. But Philip saw him and felt a small satisfaction because Barry, too, had left the Fenwick’s house early. “Suppose,” Philip went on thinking, as he switched the small red light dim into the darkness, “that I'd hailed him, and cadged a ride home, and said to him on the way, •Don’t fall in love with Cecily Fenwick. Don’t ever go there again. You can stop now. Later you may be unable to stop. “ ‘There's no use in falling in love With a Fenwick girl. You start out brave and gay and find yourself on a treadmill. You never arrive anywhere. Stop short tonight and forget it. I wish someone had warned me—eight years ago.’ Fat lot of

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thanks McKeel would give me—now. “ "Pity, though. He is youngsome fool Ideals, of course—but on the whole, Intelligent. He had known the Bronte quotation: "I have seen the sea and York cathedral.” Stop short tonight and forget it. Well—why not? What was the epigram? ‘lf advice is good, why give it away?’ Ah,'the bunk! But—why not?* Rot! Stop short and forget it.” He knocked his pipe out against a tsee in the parking, and stepped forward to hail the coming street car. tt tt it CECILY tapped on Ann’s door and opened it. Ann was standing in front of her bureau, her fln- : gers flying about through the dark ! curling coils of her hair (it was a | nuisance, and heavy, and hard to 1 find hats for, but Phil insisted that she should not cut it), pulling out the hairpins. “Ann, angel,” Cecily said, “dinner was grand. Thank you a million times.” Ann did not turn. “Yes,” she said. “I thought it seemed very good—all but the chowder.” “Everything was good,’’ said Cecily, and came in and closed the door. She had to talk. “You liked him, didn’t you, Ann? Did the conversation, and the evening, and —so on. seem all right to you? Wasn’t it slick that Grand and Rosalie both went to sleep?” Ann's fingers kept on hunting hairpins. “Yes, I liked him. I thought things seemed all right. What made him leave so early?” “He is sort of shy. Phil’s leaving and all . . . I’d so much rather have him shy than—than not. You really did like him, didn’t you, Ann? He is good-looking, don’t you think?” “Os course,” said Ann. “You like him a lot, don’t you, Cissy?” Cecily nodded. “Um-Jium. I seem to.” “And he likes you a lot?” “And, I don’t know. I don’t know at all. Sometimes I think he does, and then I think he doesn’t. He was queer when we first came in this evening—that may have been my fault. “But later he was lovely, and just now in the hall he held on to both my hands and kept holding them while he thanked me for having him here. “Still, he didn’t say a word about ever seeing me again, or telephoning, or—anything.” Ann experimented with a smile in the mirror. “For that matter, Phil didn't say anything about seeing me again, either.” “Ann,” Cecily’s voice was tense, “how can you bear it? The happiness of the certainty, I mean. To love Phil, as you do, and to know positively that he loves you, and that you’ll see him tomorrow and the next day—all that. It seems to me I just couldn’t endure being so happy.” Ann was on her way to the clothes closet. She stopped for an instant to rumple the shining brown of Cecily's boyish bob, but she did not answer her question until she was inside the closet. “It grows on one,” she said from there, “that ability to endure happiness.” tt tt tt BECAUSE of Ermaintrude’s insistence that it would look perfectly awful to get downtown early today—of all days!—MaryFrances thi safternoon had consented to route their daily walk fro mthe McKinley high school through the business district of the suburb and home again, to include a long detour into Rosymeade, a new and modestly attractive residential district. Before long Rosemeade’s babies would wake from their afternoon naps, and Rosymead’s tranquillity would submit to delivery trucks rushing through their final errands for the day ;to whistling, shouting boys thudding evening papers from bicycles to porches; to home-coming automobiles, whizzing sprinklers and whirring lawnmowers; but as yet the streets were still, and the small lawns lay untroubled and open to the sun. Daffodils bordered neat paths; round hyacinths, heavy with thenown fragrance, sat plump and nTotionless, pink and purple, in their gray-green leaves; yellow forsythia sprays weighted lazy branches; lilacs

budded gently in white and mauve; and here and there a tall flr tree stood, shading the sunny sidewalk and pointing patiently to the calm blue sky. But for Mary-Frances Fenwick and Ermintrude Hill there was neither calm nor peace nor patience nor tranquillity nor quiet anywhere. “The trouble with you, Ermintrude,” continued Mary-Frances, “is that you are like my sisters, you just don’t understand that love ‘is all.” (To Be Continued.'

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BY BEN STERN

BECAUSE Os the state-wide discussion of the need for a special session of the general assembly to pass tax legislation, the statement of R. Earl Peters, Democratic state chairman, at the new Fifth district rally at Hartford City Tuesday night is worthy of attention. If it is only because he speaks as state chairman of a major party, on a real problem of the moment that excerpts from Peters’ address are considered w-orthy of being printed in this column with little comment. “The tragic economic plight of Indiana citizens is an indictment, either of our system of government or the policy under which it is administered. The tax burden has grown until it is unbearably oppressive. Its unequal distribution is little short of abdication of constitutional guarantee,” declared Peters. “Unavoidable delinquencies in tax payments last month have created a most unfortunate situation. Tax titles to thousands of Indiana farms and homes soon will be in the hands of speculators. Most of these farms and homes represent the life savings of our best citizens. tt tt tt “Governmental expenditures in Indiana have increased progressively until they aggregate more than a million dollars a week. Despite negligible prices for farm products and substantially reduced compensation for labor, expenditures go on apace. “These problems present a direct challenge to the political parties and to the government itself. Their solution does not belong in the field of partisan politics. There are certain fundamentals in respect to which the major political parties do not and can not agree. Here Peters sets out inherent differences between the parties, but goes on to add: “But when an economic situation develops whereby industrious, selfrespecting citizens are driven from shelter, and in the very shadow of bursting granaries are without adequate food for themselves and families, it is time for action wholly disassociated from partisan maneuvers. tt a An extraordinary session of the general assembly for the purpose of remedial tax legislation has been suggested,” he says. “If that step is taken, it is my opinion that appropriations should be slashed, the tax burden equalized, and laws enacted that will require, insofar as it is humanly possible, the elimination of all wasteful and unnecessary public expenditures.” Whether one agrees with Peters’ political views is beside the question in the face of his presentation of one of the very few intelligent discussions of the crisis confronting the taxpayers. But, of course, ordinary intelligence has been exhibited so rarely in Indiana politics, that some of the opportunists so active here will not recognize it when presented with a label pasted upon it.

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