Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 201, Indianapolis, Marion County, 31 December 1931 — Page 15

DEC. 31, 1031.

THREE KINDS of LOVE • BY KAY CLEAVER 1 STRAHAN o!r.fe

. MOIN here today -JUwgt CECILY and MARY-FRANCES FENWICK live with their, grandparent*, once wealthy, now *o lmpoveriahed tnat u ne 5 Cecily's earnings support the household. The slaters have been Orphaned since childhood. The ranclparents are known respectively as “ROSALIE ' and GRAND. ' Anne. 28, and Cecllv. 22, do secretfrtal work and Mary-Frances, 15. is UU in school. When the storv opens Anne has been engaged to PHILIP EOROYD. young lawyer, for eight years. They can not marry because Anne *nows her sisters and grandparents depend or. her to manage their home. Cecily has anew admirer, Barry J KEEXi. with whom she la falling In love though she has known him only a short time. Mary-Frances and her friend. ERMINTRUDE HILL, strike up yn gcqualntance with EARL DE ARitOUNT. stock company actor. To Mary-Frances he Is an intensely romantic figure. She meets him s:cretly and promises to see him again. Next morning Phil comes to take Anne to her office In his car. He begs her to net their wedding date. When she points out the obstacles, they come near quarreling. Cecily’s friend. MARTHA, tells her Barry McKeel Is a heart-breaker and not to be trusted. When Cecllv and Barry have dinner together that evening. the girl Is moodily unhappy, i NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER NINETEEN (Continued) “I am saying that I’ve never before liked a girl, thoroughly and unreservedly. Liking is much more important than love, you know.” | “No,” Cecily disputed brazenly. “That’s like saying that the alphabet is more important than poetry. One has to be learned before the other can be approached—that’s all. “People have to be friends before they can be lovers. Love is liking —inteasified, perfected.” “Wrong as wrong!” he declared. “But I’m glad you think so. Oh, boy, but I’m glad you think so!” And with that, and nothing further except, “Shall we go?” he was up. and holding her coat, and in a great hurry to be out of the place. CHAPTER TWENTY f’T'HEY had left the red-ancKyel- *■- low sunset on the other side, and here was a night-blue sky, with a few early stars and a clear white quarter of moon. They climbed the rustic steps, and followed the cranky stumbling path, and came to the car parked beneath some fir trees on the byroad. Cecily looked up at the fir trees and the moon, and boldly and without warning Barry kissed her. The universe reeled over her head, and under her own two feet she could feel the roll of the world, and she forgot Bea and Constance and her Chauffeur; she forgot Cecily Fenwick; she forgot Barry, almost, until his arms drew her closer and he said, “Now you kiss me.” After that he said, “I love you,” ' three times, rapidly, and stopped. “Saj/ it again, Barry. Just say it again.” “You say it.” She said it, and added a “dear,” for good measure, as generous women are prone to do. “You'll marry me,” he stated. “I mean—when? I mean, darling, you will, won’t you?” No, he did not do so well with that. Rumor has it that men seldom do. “Let’s don’t worry about marriage,” she said. “At least, not now—not yet for a while.” Let s you and I not ever worry about it,” he said, and laughed his delight. “Let’s you and I Just say, ‘Certainly. Tomorrow morning very early,’ and change the subject, if you like.” “Only—” she said—“l thought you didn’t approve much of marriage. His happiness could not encompass her gravity. .“I don’t. I stubbornly disapprove of all marriages except yours and mine, which is to take place tomorrow, morning very early.” (| "But on the porch at Marta’s, that first evening, you said— ’’ There was nothing to do but stop that instantly with another kiss. “Dearest,” she said. “Darling,” said he, and went on. “I was a fool that evening, Cecily I love your name. An ignorant, opinionated fool. “The less I know, the longer and louder I talk. It’s a habit I’ve formed. I did have a down on marriage, because dad and mother made a mess of theirs. “I wish I hadn’t told you—at least, not until later. Does it make a difference, Cecily? Their being divorced, I mean?” * u tt “T> ARRY! How can you be so abXJ surd? How could that make a difference?” “But something,” he insisted, f'seems to be making a difference.

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1 Or is it—well, is it that you Just don’t wish to marry me?” “No, dear. No. I do wish to. But ” “We’re engaged!” He caught her hand and did some crazy dance steps and called to the trees and the moon, “We’re engaged. We’ll be married in the morning. “It sounds like a song. It is a song Let’s both sing it. We’ll be married in the morning. We’ll be married in the morning. We’ll be married in the mom—ing. To that we both agree. Why don’t you sing, darling?” “I can’t,” she said. “Well, then, why don’t you clap?” She was glad that Barry had such a splendid singing voice. She was glad that he was so happy and silly, but she could not understand why he was. Her own happiness made her quiet and grave and almost solemn. “I know,” he said. “You think I am making a joke out of the most stupendously serious thing in the world. It isn’t that, Cecily. I’m not sure what it is. * “It seems to be that I’ve gone mad —drunk?—imbecile, .maybe, with happiness. But underneath I’m wholly and deeply serious. I love you, darling—and I want you to marry me. I’ll wait, if you make me. I’ll wait a week —even two.” “But I don’t want to wait. Do you? No, sir, you can’t. Why need we? Come let’s sit in the car. You’re tired, standing there. Now, then. You don’t want to wait a long time to marry me, do you? Do you? Do you?” She settled back into the cushions an<s refused with one flash to think of Ann and Grand and Rosalie, of the house, and the Very-Fancy Educational Fund, and said honestly, “But, Barry, I hadn’t thought of marriage. One has to think about it, you know. A girl does, anyway —and a man should.” “I have,” he declared. “I’ll admit that my speeches this evening have had an unfortunate extemporaneous quality—that’s your fault. You go to my head. “The minute I met you, I was afraid I was going to ask you to marry me. I was afraid all that night. The next day, when we had luncheon together, and ever since then, I’ve been afraid I’d never get up enough courage to ask you. So with this and that, marriage hasn’t been out of my mind for more than a few seconds since I met you—and looked at you and loved you. “You won’t think I’m critical, will you, darling, if I say it seems sort of queer that you hadn’t given it one thought?” a “T’VE thought a lot about love," x she confessed. “But I hadn’t gone further than that—not into marriage.” “Cecily,” he said, and his horror was but faintly exaggerated, “you aren’t the sort of girl who goes and gets marriage all mixed up with monograms and guest towels and table napkins—are you?” “No,” she denied. “But marriage does bring lots of other—well, practical considerations. Let’s don’t for a while. Let’s just be happy, and in love, and not go worrying about marriage.” Practical? He nabbed it grimly. So that was the trouble? He had forgotten to be practical. She was like that? Well—women, all women were, he supposed. “It is this way, dear,” he said. “I’m not in debt, and I have a few hundred dollars saved—l’d have had more, but for the doctors—so or. I have a job fairly good because of its permanency. “It doesn’t pay a lot, but I’m sure we could live on it for a time out here, with prices as they are. Other people live on much less. Later ” Her hand, fragrantly cool, had gone up over his lips. "No, Barry. It isn’t that. Really it isn’t.” # u HE had wished to continue, and tell her again about the book, and how he believed in it, and Joseph Ammington, the New York editor and critic—who, marvelously, also was his friend—believed in it, and why. He had wished to tell her about other books, that were to follow this one. He had wished to* plan and dream about them and about how she was to help him.

So, though he kissed her fingers before he took them away, he said! “Very well,” with an appealing imitation of indifference. Cecily thought, “He thinks that it is because he isn’t a rich man. He thniks that I am greedy and calculating.” She denied it desperately. “No! Barry, dearest —no! It isn’t money nor jobs nor things of the sort. I don’t care a bit about any of that. It is only—that I can’t marry.” “Cecily! What are you saying? You aren’t married now, are you?" “No, of course not. But ” His sudden relief brought resentment with it. “Then,” he said, “suppose we take a shot at being sensible for a moment or two and stop talking like characters in an O’Neill play. “If you aren’t married, and if you care for me, as you seemed to not so long ago, there is no reason on earth why we can’t be married, and soon.” tt a u “’YT’ES.” she said, “there are ever X so many reasons.” She spoke in a small, conventional voice, as if she were making chatty conversation with a stranger who was, above all things, a stickler for the wholly sensible. “You see, I happen to be one of the heads of a household. If you were married now, and had a family, you couldn’t desert them all and marry me at once.” “Cecily, darling, what is the matter? I’m not married. You aren’t married.” “But it is much the same. Ann and I often have said so. You see, Ann and I love each other more than many married people do, I am sure. . “And we’ve shared everything, including responsibilities and clothes, and hopes, and work, and fun, and money, and everything, since—well, since mother and father died.” “Cecily, sweet,” he objected, “you aren’t going sentimental, are you, and self-sacrificial and all that?” “If it is sentimental to pay the grocer and the butcher, and see that the family has a place to live, and that Mary-Frances has an education, I’ve gone already, years ago. Ann makes $25 a week. I make S3O. It takes every cent of it—” “But, darling,” he interrupted, “never mind about that. It is you, qua you, in whom I’m interested. You don’t love Ann more than you love me, do you?” “It is entirely different,” she said, and added irrelevantly, “Ann didn’t rush off and marry Phil the minute he asked her. They have been engaged for eight years.V He simulated a shudder. “Hear me, you woman person. I’m not going to wait eight years nor eight' months, nor eight weeks for you.” (To Be Continued) ADAMAN CLUB TO HAIL 1932 FROM PIKES PEAK Mountain Climbers Ready for Trek to Summit New Year’s Eve. By United Press COLORADO SPRINGS, Dec. 31. —The Adaman Club, hardy band of mountain climbers, today was ready for its tenth annual trek into the clouds to greet the dawn of the new year from the summit of Pikes Peak. • At midnight, from 14,000 ‘feet above sea level, its members will welcome 1932 with rockets, bombs and flares that can be seen for one hundred miles. Then, as the celebration draws to an end, the little band of adventurers, standing with heads bared —and facing the north—will send into the cold rare air a great white flare in memory of Roald Amundsen, famed Arctic explorer lost on a rescue mission. Amundsen was the only honorary member of the club.

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