Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 205, Indianapolis, Marion County, 5 January 1932 — Page 11

JAN. 5, 1932.

Tlffi KINDS of LOVE .?. BY KAY CLEAVER STRAHAN ± U A

BEGIN HI BE TODAY ANN, CECILY. nd MARY-FRANCES FENWICK live with theif grandparent*. The *uttr have been orohaned !nc cbtldhood. The grandparents—known aa •ROSALIE’ and GRAND”—have lona aince lest their wealth and the homehold is supported by Ann's and Cecilv's earning*. . For this reason. Ann. 28. and PH.LIP ECROYD. young lawyer, are still positioning their marriage thougn they hate been engaged 8 year*. Cecily. 22. ts in leva with BARRY MrKEEL. an engineer. but when proposes she relusea to name the weddina date became she cannot leave Ann with the financial responsibility ol r.s *’°Marv-Prances. 15. and still in school, strikes up an acauaintance with EARL DE AR MOUNT, stock company actor. She meets him secretly on several accations Cecilv tells Ann that Barrv haa Proposed. Next mornlne he comes earlv tn drl’. e Cecilv to her office. Aaaln he uraes Cecilv to marrv him at once. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR. “twtO,” Cecily said, “I don’t like 1 1 ’em revised.” ’’Yes, but you don’t like my lights of fancy anyway, do you?” larry asked. ‘Love ’em. Lap ’em up and lick ir.y lips. But I get so embarrassed I have to go flippant. Would you rather I didn’t use a lipstick?” ‘‘Golly, no. Not if you like It. You know better than I do about feminine, fixings, and it isn't my business, anyhow.” Would you like it if I’d let my hair grow a little longer? These boyish bobs are clear out, you know.” ”1 would not,,” he said. "I'd been thinking about letting it grow. It curls up when it’s longer.” "Great! Sort, of a shame to hide those flat, little ears—but you’d know best about that.” “I’ve always wanted to wear earrings, but my family doesn't like them.” "Will you let me get you a pair for a present? What sort would you like?” "Do you like earrings?” "Abominate them —at least I do on other girls. I suppose they’d be swell in your ears, if you like them.” She put back her head and laughed. "Dear, you aren’t precisely difficult, are you?” “Not a bit difficult,” he said. But dumb. Very dumb. I came to meet you this morning—well, for every reason, of course; but chiefly to ask you a question. I haven’t asked it yet." He paused to sing softly, “ ‘I must he very wet, for I haven’t asked it, yet, dressed in my best suit of clothes.’ These are my best, you know. These aren’t my others. These are my Sunday. What was I talkVig about?” “Nothing,” said Cecily wickedly. “There you go. That’s the (rouble. You throw me off. The moment I look at you I get swacked with joy—l’d no idea that being in love would be like this. “But the minute I get away from you I go cold sober. And I can't even remember what happened. Now I know that last night I asked you to marry me. I have that down for certain. And I know that you wouldn’t say when. But you did say you would, didn’t you, sweet? “It kept me awake all night. I could not remember what I’d said when I asked you, and I could not remember any time when you’d said, ‘Yes,’ Still, I reasoned that it must have happened in some sort of order, and that you couldn’t have refused me, or I wouldn’t have been 100 happy to use the bean at all.” a a a SHE thought for a minute. "Barry dear, you think that I'm right about my appearance, and all that—you think that I know best,. Won’t you think that I know best about my—well, my inner self, too? "Won’t you wait for a while before we begin to talk about marrying—a month or so, at least? Won’* you do that, dear, because that is what I wish?” He thought longer than a minute, much longer, before he answered: “I don’t like it, Cecily, and I don't understand. Am I being put on probation—something of that sort. “It would be prudent, of course. But I've a taste for impulse and — well, call it courage where love is concerned.” “Dear,” she protested, “so have I. So have I.” He shook his head. “I don’t understand. It seems to me that either you love me enough to say that you'll marry me or that you

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j don’t love me at all, but might i like, a playmate for a few months to fill in, Only—darling, you aren’t like that. No, you aren’t like that.” “No,” she said, with a definite aloofness, “I am not like that.” He was instantly penitent. “I know you aren’t. I said you weren't. But—what is it, Cecily? Do you keep a little complex, too?” “Perhaps. Though I think it is only a feeling—a prejudice, maybe. I don't vant to be ‘engaged.’ I'm afraid of long engagements. I think they are uncivilized—corrosive. “I want to love and be loved—freely. And then some day, when it is raining a little, I want to go and be married, with none of the zest worn off by waiting and waiting and planning and talking about it. “When we are married” <she did not notice what she had said, and he pretended to be seriously involved with traffic worries, and stared straight in front of him) “I want us both to be amazed that such a preposterously splendid thing could haw happened to us. “I don’t want us to be just snugly satisfied because we’ve got what we have been plodding toward for so long. I'm afraid to be ‘engaged.’ I’ve seen Ann and Phil ” She stopped. She began again. “And— No. I'm tired of talking.” a a a HE said. “The worst of it is, I like it,” and dodged a charging taxicab. She said, “H’m?’’ “For a rabid realist,” he explained, “to fall in love with a full-fledged romanticist is, I suppose, merely the dealing of an ironical justice. But for the realist bo like it has to denote what I’ve been fearing—thorough inebriation. “I want to tell you about Aunt Isabel and her cleaning woman—a big, bouncing Negress. Aunt Isabel’s had her for years—she comes twice a week to clean house. A few weeks ago she formed the habit of going straight to the radio, as soon as she got her wraps off, and turning it on and keeping it going most of the day. Aunt Isabel is a grand sport, so she siood it for a couple of times or more; but last week she said, 'Susy, don’t you think you could work faster if you’d stop bothering about the radio?’ “ ‘Yas, ma’am,’ Susy said, ‘yas, ma’am, I could work faster—but I couldn’t put near the heart into it.’ ” Cecily laughed, as she was supposed to laugh, before she said, “But I don’t see the connection exactly—if at all.” “Os course you don’t. There isn’t any. I was changing the subject.” She pretended to accept it gratefully. “I know a nice one, too,” she said, “about a little boy named James who ate all his Easter eggs. . . .” But, when they had stopped in front of the building where her office was, and just before she got out of the ear, she asked, “Is—is everything all right then, Barry?” ‘‘All right! There’s an answer, classical, to that. You know it, don't you?” She nodded, and with no more than a twinge of doubt she smiled and left him. At the door she turned, to nod and smile again; but he had driven along. He’d have to—he couldn’t stay there, double parked, and block the traffic. x tt tx THE aging lady who wore the black lace, hat with purple petunias beneath the brim was not to blame. Laurence Hope’s poetry had been highly recommended to her by a stoutish person whom she held in estgem and called “Boy-o.” She had taken the red volume from the shelves of the public library, had dipped into it, had decided—for one reason or another — that it was not for her, had risen hurriedly from the chair, and had left the book lying where she had pushed it away from her on the table. It was frightful mischance, merely that caused Mary-Frances to find the thing there. Again, for one reason or another, but probably because it rhymed so tidily straight through—“mine, wine, heights, nights, desire, fire, rest, breast,” like

that—and undoubtedly because It was silly and did not make sense to her. ’ Mary-Frances decided that It was for her and had it charged out on her library card. She chose a night in May, when the starlight smelled of all the neighborhood’s pink roses, and a small new moon swam, smiling, on its back in the sky, to recite to Earl DeArmount — No matter. It is worth quoting, and the child had not the faintest idea what she was talking about. Earl’s response is the only thing of importance connected with that particular evening. “Cripes!” said he, and, “Aw, gee, hon! Aw, gee—l don’t know as you ought to rave like that. Frankie sure suits you for a name. Frank —see? And yet so pure and Innocent and all. “I ain’t worthy to touch the soles of your feet—see? On the square I aint. And yet, sometimes, you seem like a woman grown and other times like a little bitsie—” he paused, fastidiously desirous for pertinency of diction—“cutie baby girlie, and I guess that’s what’s got me kind of going about you—see? “And you feeling like you just said about me, and all, it seems kind of mean to go off ..and leave you, specially since I got no prospects in sight elsewhere at present date.” a a a THE Stephen G. Sperry Players, after an unfortunate few weeks in the Hong Kong moving picture theater, had been supplanted by the Crazy Crooning Coombers, and “unable to make other satisfactory contracts, were resting indefinitely.” But for three breathless Friday nights Mary-Frances had gone with Ermintrude and Mr. and Mrs. Hill —needless to mention the elder Hills’ ignorance of plot, design, or motive—and had sat with pounding heart and parted lips and watched Earl moving about among people who were in the highest of high society. He was debonair. He was dauntless with tea-colored decanters; he opened doors for ladies who were going to night and country clubs; he rang for butlers; he did and said, In fact—if clumsily—all the things that the Reggis and Geoffs and Ferdies always do and say in Mrs. Mayfairing’s morning room, or ( Captain Starkweather’s library, Time the Present. And Mary-Frances had an obedient memory and an energetic imagination. “Oh, Earl,” she now protested. “I wouldn’t come between you and your professional career—not for anything in the world. You’ll just have to gc. Duty calls you, and everything. But neither distance nor anything can part us, and we’ll never, never forget; and, in time, we’ll be reunited.” (To 3e Continued) WAR DEBTS DISOWNED BY BRITISH PUBLISHER Payments to U. S. Must Cease, Says Lord Beaverbrook. By United Brass LONDON Jan. s.—Lord Beaverbrook, publisher of Daily Express and Evening Standard, said in a signed articles in the Standard Monday that there must be no more war debt payments to the United States. “It is not a question now of making plain to the United States our intention to get relief from payment of these debts; it is a question of making that Tact plain to Mr. Baldwin and his associates,” he said. “We have every right to disown both the agent of the debt settlement and the act itself.” JTICKfeftI [2T|22|23| 24_25 26_ 27 28 29 Can you rearrange the numbers in the above square so that each row of three quare*, horizontally, vertically and diagonally, will total 75? ~ s Answer tor Yesterday || MADE /N I ,THE U-S.A. i J The letters of ihe four words, “NAME US THE AID,” can he rearranged to form the well-known label shown abovA ,

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