Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 271, Indianapolis, Marion County, 22 March 1932 — Page 13

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BEGIN HERE TODAY TO.LEN ROSBITER. beautiful 20-v*ar ©ld. falls In love with LARKY HARROWOATE. young artist whom she meets at Dreamland, a dance hall where she works as hostess. tarry Is engaged to ELIZABETH BOWES, debutante, but pays attentions to Ellen until his fiancee returns from Europe. Believing Larry Is lost to her. Ellen agrees to marry STEVEN BARCLAY. 57 years old and wealthy, who has paid hospital expenses for her brother, MIKE, Injured In a street accident. Ellen knows such a marriage will provide for her mother. MOLLY RO6SITER, and make It possible for her sister, MYRA, to marry BERT ARMSTEAD. Barclay has been married and divorced. Scandal accompanied hla divorce from LERA ORAYsON., dancer, and, fearing this talk may be revived, he and Ellen agree to keep their marriage secret until they sail for Europe. Barclay wants to settle a fortune on Ellen, but she persuades him to wait until after the ceremony. Barclay's Iswyer, BYMEB, regards Ellen as a golddigger. In a double wedding In a small Connecticut town. Barclay and Ellen and Mvra and Armstead are married. Barclay and his bride drive to his Long Island home. Ellen reads In a newspaper that Larry’s engagement to Elizabeth Bowes is broken. Thst night Barclay suffers a fatal heart attack. Doctors, nurses and Bvmes, the lawyer, arrive. Symes tells Ellen papers nave been stolen proving Barclay's divorce and therefore her marriage la not legal. To avoid scandal, she relinquishes all Claim to the fortune. Only FERGUS, the butler, knows of her presence In the house that night. Ellen learns Larry Harrowgate la Barclay’s nephew. Ellen goes home, committed to keeping her marriage secret to protect Barclay s honor and her NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER FORTY-ONE (Continued) He fumbled in a drawer, produced a document and tossed it to Ellen. The paper opened outward beneath her flnges. She was looking at the license which announced on Sept. 3 the marriage of Steven Barclay to Ellen Rossiter, witnessed by Myra Armstead and Molly Rosgiter, signed by Rev. Cyrus Southey. Ellen read the words with fascinated, fearful eyes. Suddenly she tore the document once across. ‘ Stop that,” Symes called sharply. "I'm going to tear it up,” the girl Raid. "You must do no such thing! You might need it terribly some time. If the fact that you were alone with Steven the night he died ever comes out, can’t you see how valuable a marriage license might be to prove your own—innocence?” “I’d nevpr use it!” Ellen declared passionately. ‘I couldn't!” * a SYMES did not respond. There was a long silence. He sat down again, his eyes avoiding her eves. "What, are you keeping back?” nhr asked in a clear, even tone. "You’ve heard nothing of Fergus, have you?” he questioned deliberal ely. "What made you ask that?” "Nothing especially,” he answered troubled by the steadiness of her glance. "I just wondered because it happens that your presentiment concerning Fergus was correct. He’s a rogue—or so I believe.” Ellen’s frightened eyes did not waiver. "It appears,” Symes continued, clearing his throat, "that it was Fergus who stole the papers proving Steven’s divorce and turned them over to Leda Grayson. "Fergus was the only person who had access to the safe.” The lawyer spread out his hands. "Os course, we’ll never prove it. However, I’ve come to the conclu*ion that Fergus is dangerous.”

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"What could he do?” the girl whispered. She looked again in the marriage iisense in her hands. "If you’re going to worry,” Symes responsed, “I’ll be sorry I mentioned him. I only did it because I thought you should be warned. "In the unlikely event he is able to locate you, in the unlikely event he does turn up, just ignore anything he says or, better still, refer him to me. I’ll settle him quick enough. Blackmail’s actionable!” Symes continued to regard her. "Don’t vou see now why you should keep the license for your own proaction?” She said nothing at all. "You have the advantage of being poor," Symes suggested more confidently. •* A real advantage in many ways. Fergus' only Interest in you would be getting money. When he learns you haven’t any, he'll leave you alone.” n a u ELLEN looked around the ordered desk, whipped a match from a holder, struck it and applied the glowing end to her marriage license. Symes made no move. She held the burning paper until the flame came too near her fingers. Then she walked to the half open window, released the paper and watched the tiny flame drift downward twenty stories toward the street. •’That’s so I won’t be tempted to use it,’’ she said, turning around again. "If there was any nobility in my running away with you that morning, which I’m beginning to doubt,” she explained slowly, “it was in trying to prevent people from imagining that Steven thought so little of my honor and his own that he would contract a shabby, fraudulent marriage. "That marriage license—l suppose I might have used it to prove I was innocent, but it would have been used at his expense.” "Aren’t you afraid.” Symes asked gravely, "that the day may come when you’ll wish you hadn’t been so reckless?” "Terribly afraid. That's why I burned it.” "I can't understand your viewpoint.” "I don’t entirely understand it myself,” said Ellen thoughtfully as she sat down again. "I imagine I’m rather like an ostrich so determined lhat part of my life is over that I've come almost to believe it never happened. From the day after Steven's death, when I took off my wedding ring, I’ve almost believed he and I never went to a little town in Connecticut and were married. I remember him as he was in the store, not as my husband. "At the same time,” she persisted, "I know I don't want any lifelines like that marriage license. If this thing ever comes out—if anything ever happens—l’ll just have to let people think what they will think. It will be my punishment.” "Punishment for what?” "For marrying Steven when I didn’t really love him,” she answered somberly. "You knew that all the time, I think.”

"I did know.” After a pause Symes asked, “But my dear child, don’t you ever hope to marry?” "I certainly do.” she answered honestly. Then quite simply she told him of Larry Harrowgate. The lawyer looked at her compassionately and did not speak. "It's a terrible mix up, isn't it?” she concluded. "It is a mixup,” he agreed. "I don't suppose I’ll ever see him again, so there’s no use worrying,” Ellen said resolutely. " You’ll see him again—I’m sure of it.” Ellen treasured those words. 11logically, she tried to believe the same thing. Aloud, she put the question that so often had sounded in her heart. "If I do meet Larry again, do you think I etfer can make him—understand?” CHAPTER FORTY-TWO " course Id want to tell him Vy about Steven,” Ellen went on, "though if I thought telling him would destroy his faith in me or destroy any happiness we might otherwise build up together, I wouldn’t tell.” "My child, you’ve grown up,” Symes told her a little sadly. The next day, Sunday, ushered in the first of the autumn rains. All day long the rain came down. Late in the afternoon Myra and Bert, bundled into slickers and galoshes, called at the old apartment. They carried damp, heavy armloads of Sunday newspapers. There was nothing about Steven Barclay in the news columns, but in one of the society sections Ellen found a picture of Larry, an old picture badly reproduced. Seeing it, she was seized with sharp longing for him, to hear his gay voice and careless laugh. When no one was observing her, Ellen tore out the picture. "Ha!” Myra exclaimed t.gnificantly. Ellen whirled. Her color deepened and she had an impulse to hide the picture, but she did not. She only stood flushing furiously, the picture pressed against her heart. "I was wondering if you'd do that,” Myra observed, a wise smile on her lips. “I saw the picture, too. v "Why shouldn’t, I?” Ellen demanded in a trembling, half-defiant way. "No reason at all. my dear. Here’s wishing you all the luck in the world. "It desn’t really seem right for me to be thinking of Larry, does it?” Ellen asked timidly. "Goodness! Myra ejaculated. "Haven’t you learned yet that love has nothing to do with right and wrong? The person who said ‘all’s fair in love and war,’ understood that.” n n n ELLEN crossed the room and sank to the footstool at Myra’s feet. She tipped her head back so that it touched her sister’s knee and stared into the blue and orange glow of the gas log. Delightfully, she let her thoughts center on Larry. "Maybe I’ve learned now,” she said dreamily, after a long silence. She added, “I suppose it’s right that it should be that way and right that the world should go on. Everything was so horrible at first I couldn’t seem to remember Steven at all. The whole thing was mixed up with misery and shame and the horrible, horrible way I felt when I found out what had happened. "Now I know I’ll never forget Steven or how kind he was, how generous, how good.” "That hasn’t anything to do with the way you feel about Larry,” Myra interrupted.

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"No, I guess it hasn’t.” Bc'h girls were silent and then Myra said abruptly, “Did Mr. Symes tell you how the suit between Mrs. Harrowgate and Leda Grayson have been settled? Which one's to get Steven’s money?” "He told me they’ll probably settle out of court,” Ellen responded in a vague, uninterested way. "Steven's last will, the last one he signed, left most of his money to his sister, but I guess Leda Grayson, as his widow —she seems to be accepted as his widow—probably has a claim on some of it.”

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