Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 284, Indianapolis, Marion County, 7 April 1933 — Page 30

APRIL 7, 1033

Tr ~r & Laura Lou

BM.IN HI RT TODAY .’ANFT HIM, brrak* her or.gaa'rnrnt to 601,F CARLYLE r.rn ‘hr >*rn> r.tin boon paving aUrnitons to BETTY KENDALL. urslthv socict'. c.r', Jar.'--23. Is vcrrtarv to BRUCfc HAMILTON ■ dvartislnß msnsc'r of Every Home Magazine She still loves Rolf, JEFF GRANT, voting engineer, sa os her t>!irr from a holoim ma ar.fj be a tri Jes become frier.d 1 When she iaarns Roll has eloped with Bettv she ‘ell* jrfl about her broken engagement and says she can never care for ar.v one eHe Hamilton leave* the magazine aid P'-rure- a fob for 4r.net > j<:b! see rets: to ha * Inter MRS CURT in It ta seterai davs oefore Janet learns Mrs Curtis is Betty Kendall s mother T'< sand Betiv rr’urn from their hone- rr,oon Janet ! P ei* she Mio .Id go away hut circumstance' prevent The young roinle move Into their own apart-rr.-nt ant., after one encounter. Janet see* Rolf •' s Curtis decides to go to Silver I’. a lane re ort. and takes Janet with he 7 w Slav a month Several davs aft.- li.nr ret iri. Janet meets RoW on the 'tree: lie takes h"r arm and says. ■'Yo re coming with me! " NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN (Continued) Here at Silver Bay, with everything quiet and peaceful, it was easy enough to say that she had pit Rolf out of her mind. Perhaps not completely, but each day he meant less. Yes, she was forgetting about him. That wasn't true either. Oth?r----v. ise. why was it necessary so many t-tries during the day to say to herself, “Ive forgotten alvout him." a a a ASIDE from Mrs. Curtis’ friends . the only acquantances Janet made at Silver Bay were some children she met each morning on the beach. Their mothers knew Mrs. Curtis. They se ‘mod grateful when Janet kept the youngsters about her. told them stories and kept I hem busy at games Janet really enjoyed the children and she was a favorite with them. She sent a card to Jeff Grant and received a letter a few days later. Due to a change in office policies, Jeff wrote, there was no vacation in sight for him. He had spent another week-end at the home of his friend. Nelson. Lancaster had cooled and then become hot again. The letter was rather disappointing. It was brief. A lew statements of facts, closing with the hop" that Janet was enjoying herself. There was no chatty gossip. She re-read the letter, looked at It a few moments, and then laughed. How exactly like Jeff that letter was! Os course there was no gossip, nothing about what Jeff had been thinking or feeling. Os course not! But the letter had been written the day he had received her card. That was characteristic, too. Jeff was always punctual. He wouldn't write about himself because he so seldom talked about himself. She sent cards to Mollie Lambert and Pauline Hayden and one or two others. Mollie's answer was an announcement of her marriage the week before. The wedding had taken place at Mollie's sister’s home in a little town outside Lancaster. Standing alone on the hotel veranda ,one night, looking out at the lake, Janet thought that of all those she knew Mollie was the one surest of happi'v.'s:;. She and her A1 would get along. Tlr'V would have their quarrc’s. as Mollie said, but afterw r.i they would make up and be h’ppcr than before. Yes, they won and he happy. The breeze rustled Janet's skirt and blew her hair back against her face. Silver B.gv in the moonlight was really silver. Far out on the v. .or lights twinkled and music nunc from within the hotel. For an instant, the beauty of the night swept everything else from Janet's thoughts. Then she heard Mrs. Curtis’ voice and turned quickly. She said. "Your coat?" Yes, Mrs. Curtis, I'll get it right away.'’ a a a r lAHEYI A HEY had come io Silver Bay A for two weeks. At the end of that time Mrs. Curtis decided lo spend another week there and at the end of the third week she decided to stay a fourth. The first of September was just two days away when they finally arrived in Lancaster. Frederick met them with the car. The servants had all been back for several days, and the only sign of change about the house was tnat instead of roses and delphinium in the vases, as when they left, there were asters now' and gladioli. The big house was fresh and cool and inviting. Far more attractive, Janet thought, than the hotel. She wondered why Mrs. Curtis had ever wanted to leave it. Betty dropped in the first afternoon they were back. She wore a new and becoming dress and hat. and she talked of parties she had gone to and parties to which she was invited. She spoke of Rolf casually and only after Mrs. Curtis had asked about him. Ho was working as usual, she said. Betty chattered on for an hour and then hurried off for an engagement. She came in several times that week, but always alone. Janet was unusually busy, for letters had accumulated and there were bills to! be paid. There were accounts to be gone over and checks sent, to the charities in which Mrs. Curtis was interested. Mrs. Curtis was coming to rely on Janet more and more and when anything was wrong in the household it was to Janet that Bertha appealed. She had errands down town. too. She was walking along Center street one afternoon when suddenly she was aware of a figure beside her. Janet looked up. Rolf Carlyle swung into step with her. He said. "H>Tlo. Janet. Guess I'm in luck for once.” "In luck?" “Yes. I heard you were back and I've been wanting to see you." He put a hand on her arm. You're coming along with me." CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT JAN El’ stood still. "But where are you going?" she asked. "It doesn't matter,’’ Rolf told her. “Anywhere! I just want to talk to

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1 -.nu. that's all. Heard you were back and I've been wanting to see you." ’But Rolf—!" Are you going to say you won t talk to me? Well, I hadn't ex- , pected that. Os course, if you feel that way—!" She glanced at him, then looked away quickly. "But we can't." she said. "I mean —what did you want to talk about?” I can t very well tell you standing in the middle of the sidewalk, can I? Come on. We'll drop in at Stanley's.’’ Stanley's restaurant in the next block was one of the most fashionabl in Lancaster. Betty Carlyle ai:d her friends often lunched there. Janet knew she couldn’t go there with Rolf. She said, "I'm sorry but really I can't. Mrs. Curtis is expecting me." His eyes met hers directly. "That’s an excuse, isn't it?” he said. "There's some reason why you don't want to come. The same reason. I suppose, why you’ve been avoiding me for so long. I thought it was agreed between us that we were going to be friends." Janet felt conspicuous standing there on the street. She said. "Let’s walk along. I'm on my way to take a bus.” "That’s not an answer," Rolf objected as they moved along, side by side. Sh* 1 refused to meet his eyes. "Os course we're friends,” she told him in a voice that was not as steady as it should have been. "At least I w’ant to be.” He laughed rather unpleasantly. "Only you'd rather never see me, is that, it,?" "You know that's not so. Rolf! It's just that—well. I think it’s better for us not to see each other. You remember what Betty thought that night she came to the house? I don't want to cause any trouble!" "So that's it!” There was a pause and then Rolf went on more seriously. "But I really do want to talk to you, Janet. It's important! I've got to talk to you. Listen, will you meet me this evening ’’ "I can't do that!" Janet interrupted quickly. u a a 'T'HE man went on as though he had not heard her. "Will you meet me at 9 o'clock?" he asked. “I’ll come to the oak tree back of the house.” "But you musn't, ask me to do that. Rolf. I can't!" "At 9 o’clock tonight.” he repeated. “At the oak tree.” The yellow bus appeared at the corner a block away. Janet saw it with a wave of thankfulness. "I won't be there,” she told him firmly. "There's no use of you coming!” He said, “I'll be waiting for you,” and touched his hat as the bus came to a halt. Janet stepped into the vehicle and found a seat. She knew that her cheeks were flushed and her heart was pounding furiously. "But I won't go!” she told herself over and over again. "If he comes. I won't be there!” Well, that w'as settled and settled in the right way. Rolf should know that it would never do for them to meet secretly. She wondered what he wanted to talk to her about. Not that it would make any difference. She reviewed the conversation, assured herself that her attitude had been the right one. But what was Rolf so anxious to talk to her about? A dozen times during the afternoon that same question arose. Once back in the big brick house she felt secure again. There was no use denying that seeing Rolf had been a temptation. It was a temptation, but she had risen above it. It was a comfortable feeling to know that she had been able to master the situation. She could be very calm about the whole affair now. If Rolf came he would simply find that he*had been foolish. Janet knew that she would spend the evening with Mrs. Curtis, either reading to her or possibly playing cards. There w'as a new' game Mrs. Curtis had learned at Silver bay, of which she was very fond. Even if Janet had not decided against it, it would be quite impossible for her to meet Rolf. a a a A ND then something happened ot jolt her assurance. The evening began just as Janet had been sure it would. She and Mrs. Curtis had dinner and afterward their coffee was served in the living room. They were still sitting there when the telephone rang. Janet said. "I'll answ'er," because it was Lucy’s night off. She arose and went into the library. A moment later she was back to say that Mrs. Thornton was calling to ask if Mrs. Curtis would like to see the new picture at the Century If she would the Thorntons would stop for her in twenty minutes. “Why, of course!" Mrs. Curtis exclaimed. "Tell her—no, wait! I’ll go myself.” At ten minutes after eight the bell rang and Janet answered. Mr. and Mrs. Thornton entered and at the same moment Mrs. Curtis, wearing hat and coat, came hurrying down the stars. "I'm all ready." she said. “I'm so glad you telephoned! Wed better go right along, I suppose. Goodby. Janet— ’’ They were off in a whirl of chiffon and lilac perfume and the heavy scent of Mr. Thornton's cigar. Janet stood for a moment and watched the car drive away. Then she went back to the living room and turned on the radio. A dance orchestra, playing one of the tunes she had heard often at Silver Bay, came on the air. Listening. Janet felt Irritated and snapped off the switch. The song died in the midst of a plaintive tenor chorus. To Be Continued)

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