Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 204, Indianapolis, Marion County, 4 January 1932 — Page 11

JAN, 4,1932 L

THREE KINDS of LOVE ® BY KAY , CLEAVER STRAHAN

BEGIN HERE TODAY ANN. CECILY. nd MARY FTRANCES FENWICK live with their srrandoarents. The sisters hsve been orohaned since childhood. The RrndDSrsnt*--fcnowniPS •ROSALIE'’ and “GRAND —have lon* since lost their wealth and the household Is surnorted bv Ann sand Cectlv * **For r 'thls reason. Ann. 38. and PHUJP ECROYD. voun* lawver. are still postponing their taarnage though they have been enaaaed 8 vear*. _, _ Cectlv. 22. ts In love with BARRY Me KELL, an engineer, butwhen hesronoses she refuses to name the wedding date because she cannot leave Ann with the financial responsibility of the home. Marv-Franees. 18. and still In >chm>l. strikes ud a acoualntance with EAR.v DE ARMOUNT. stock company actor. Bh meets him secretly on several oo C *Ceclfy tells Ann that Barry has proposed Next morning he comes early to drive Cecllv to her office. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE BARRY stopped the car, as she had hoped he might, under the trees on the driveway and kissed her. ‘ It's true,” he said, then. “It is true, isn’t it, Cecily?" “Oh, it is!” she answered. ‘ For both of us?” “But dear—-of course for both of us.” •'Wouldn't, it have been terrible,’ he asked, “if I’d loved you, like this, or if you'd loved me acd the other mv hadn't? It couldn't he lived. What do people do? Cecily, have you ever loved any other man—like this?” “I have never loved any other man at all,” she said. “You’ve thought you were in love, i hough, haven’t you?” She shook her head. “No. I never have. Not once nor a little. But you have, haven’t you, Barry?” “I’ve had cases, crushes—that sort. But I’ve never asked any other girl to marry me, so they couldn’t have amounted to much—the crushes, I mean—could they?” “Perhaps not t. you. But what about the girls?” “Nothing at all about the girl*. It has been always all on my side. No other girl has ever loved me nor liked me—very much.” Cecily, then, could take her choice of hypocritical humility, base perfidy. or just plain dumbness. She found none of them to her pleasure, so she gasped. “Why— Barry!” miserably and let it go at that. “Did you want me to be a much loved man?” he teased. “Sorry, but most women shudder away from me on sight. What’s the matter, darling? Something? Anything?” “Barry, I shan’t mind, that is too much, about your other love affairs. Rut I'm going to mind like everything when you don’t tell me the truth.” “As you should,” he agreed. “But! I haven’t told you anything that j isn’t true, sweet, and I won’t if I can help it. You must have known I was try- j ing to be funny, if feebly, about the ! shuddering ladies. Though most of them are unflinchingly indifferent to me and my charms.” “It wasn't that,,” she said. “Tt was?” he prompted. “Your saying that no girls had ever loved you or even liked you.” tt * u HE glanced at her. “I see,” he | said. “Via Lutie, via Marta? I might have known—they're both lippy. I can't see that it matters a hoot in hades whether girls have loved me or not—the repeating of it sounds simply and sickening, anyhow. “But you'll have to take my word for it. I should know, shouldn’t I? Those girls lovea themselves a lot; they loved their vanity; they may, perhaps, have loved love charily and spasmodically—but they didn't love me in the least. As I've told you, they didn’t even like me.” Cecily said “Oh, but you couldn’t know that, positively,” and quailed at his frown and added hastily, ’could you?” “I read the other day,” he answered, “about a man who, when he came home and found his dinner was not ready, held his wife’s hands down on the hot cook stove until she fainted. “She’d have a reasonable right to decide, don’t you think so, when she gets out of the hospital that the man didn’t love her and never had loved her nor liked her as a real friend?” “Barry!” “I’ll tell you,” he said. “I’d thought that I wouldn't. It is unnecessary, in a way. But ydu'll regard it as a confession, won’t you. Cecily, and not as a warning? “Quarrels —do .something to me that I ran t endure. I can't explain the sensation better than by saying

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they extinguish me, suffocate me, though that isn’t accurate, because I suffer all the time. “Pact dear, a quarrel touches my mentality dangerously. “I’m sure that I know how it came about. Mother and dad quarreled Incessantly, frightfully during my childhood, and all the unpleasant things that happened to me happened in connection with these quarrels. “I grew to hate them; to be afraid of the loud voices and the ugly words. Physically afraid. They made me ashamed, too. I knew the' was disgraceful, and I'd skip off into a closet and hide and cry. “One day, during a particularly violent quarrel, I ran away and hid as usual in my closet—a small one in the upper hall where dad kept his fishing and hunting traps. “I went to sleep in there. When T woke and pushed open the door—- ! Well, never mind, I won’t dramatize it. The house was on fire. The i upper hall was thick with smoke. 1 1 was 5 years old. I ran to the front stairs, and flames were leaping up them. I couldn’t get through ! the hall to the back stairway be- ; cause the smoke was too thick. My picture of it now is exaggerated, of course. But I think of flames shooting out at me from everywhere—lat my head and eyes and feet—--1 leaping and licking and trying to | catch me. “Through it all I heard clanging land screams and shouts, as if the world were taking part in a final monstrous quarrel. Five years old is too young to be as frightened as I was in that hall, choking with smoke that day. # tt “T RAN into the bathroom—some idea of water, I imagine. At any rate, it was at the side of the house where the fire had gained the least headway. “Just as l got there a fireman, with his facj blackened from smoke, came through the window. He let out a round oath and reached for me. That was the end of it—so far as I was concerned. “He frightened me much more than the flames and the smoke. Like a good child, I had gone regularly to Sunday school. I thought the fireman was the devil, and that he'd come to catch me. “I gave up the ghost right then and there. Fainted, you know. “Strange, but fires don’t bother me in the least, and never have since then. I’ll run as fast as the rest of them after the fire engine. “But to this day I have to stop • deliberately and rationalize the whole works before I can know that it was not the quarrel before the ! fire that day that caused the flames I to lick at me and the smoke to j choke me and the devil himself to! come and get me. “They brought me out of it all | right that time. The next time the I folks started a quarrel I ruined it j by throwing something or other not j unlike an epileptic fit. Scared the! lives out of them. “A couple of repetitions, and they | sent me to grandma's to live for the I winter. I recovered beautifully from j the fits. But still I run for my closet a.nd hide when I hear a quarrel. “I don’t coddle myself and think it is cute and original to be like that. I’m ashamed of it to the bone. But it’s true. “A quarrel takes something out of me that I don't ever get back. Now, do you think that a person who liked me, and to whom I’d explained all this—much more in detail than I’ve explained it to you—would drag me through the smoke and flames again, and give me over to the devil?” “But—but, Barry,” Cecily quavered, “it—it is too terrible. It makes me afraid. Suppose. I’m scared to death. I’ll never dare ” # n tt “XTO, no, darling. Nothing like ii that. I'm not a freak—and the fits were purely hysterical; I haven’t had one for sixteen years. I’m not a freak. “I don’t mean that I can’t stand an argument nor a discussion nor that I have to have my own way about everything. You could tell me to go jump in the lake, if you felt like it, and didn’t scream it. “Don’t ever scream at me, or call me names in ft loud voice—will | you?” “Barry! But—but exactly how do ! you define a quarrel, dear?”

‘Noise. Recriminations. Hot, ugly words. Loud voices. Squawkin sarcasms ” “But, Barry, your people couldn’t have been—like that? They were both university people, and your father was a member of congress." “He may have developed his voice there. It was suitable for nothing on earth but a shipwrecked sailor—that voice of dad’s. But they were good, worthy people—both of them. “Overeducated a bit and—well, underbred, or they couldn’t have quarreled as they did. You see, they never liked each other at all, though for years were violently and vulgarly in love. Shall we talk about something else?” “In just a minute,” she said. “Barry—l’m still frightened. I’m afraid you have made a mistake. I'm afraid that I’m a quarrelsome person. Only this morning I was quarreling with my little sister.” He laughed. “I can hear you—cluttering like a squirrel. Did you scream at her? Did you say one cruel, scorching thing to her. You did not. You couldn't. “I’m sorry I told you. Please forget it, darling. And if, sometimes, I get unendurable, don’t say a word. Just smack me down. “I don’t mind being smacked. It is only words that bum me up. You are always cool, Cecily. That Is one of the things I love most about you. “Your hands are cool to touch, and your eyes are the color of cool rain clouds, and your cheeks are pinky like sea shells, and your lips —even when you go and paint them up—are cool coral, and kissshaped." Cecily shivered. “Boo! And my flesh is gooseflesh, and my teeth chatter, and my heart’s in an ice chest, and I’ll die unwarmed, unheated, and unthawed,” “That’s a swell way to receive my fairest flights of fancy, isn’t it? All right for you. I’ll think ’em up ahead of time, after this, and revise them, and then if you still go ribald, I’ll ” He paused to search through his threats. (To Be Continued) W. C. T. U. ASSAILS MOVE FOR WET REFERENDUM Mrs. Ella Boole Writes Congress to Disregard Wet Sentiment. By United Prrxtt WASHINGTON, Jan. 4.—Mrs. Ella A. Boole, president of the Women’s Christian Temperance Union, in a letter to members of congress, denounced the campaign for a prohibition referendum as the culmination of a “professionally organized attack on law observance and enforcement.” The W. C. T. U. wanks no referendum, but “better enforcement and larger observance,” Mrs. Boole said. She asserted the Association Against the Prohibition Amendment was at first “financed by brews” and now accepts “millionaire financing from Wall Street wets and a wealthy class of social leaders." Metropolitan newspapers, she declared. have “sneered" at governmental efforts to enforce prohibition while “the gangster and big bootlegger have been pictured as heroes.” The United States coast guard force is experimenting with a bombsignal gun designed especially to reveal operations of rum runners. The gun is so powerful that when fired to windward it can be heard a mile away and is so equipped that it can also discharge shells with 600,000-candle power, which light up the sea for miles around.

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TARZAN AT THE EARTH’S CORE

“Look!" suddenly cried The Red Flower of Zoram. “A sail!’’ exclaimed Tarzan. Excitement ran high in the longboat as they watched the distant speck upon the blue. "Will we be saved or captured again for new torment*?” was what Jason wa* thinking. ‘‘There ia another—there are many of them,” said Lajo, the Korsar, presently. ‘‘We are saved!” “Not if the ship is manned 'iy unfriendly people,” answered Tarzan.

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—By Edgar Rice Burrougiis

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