Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 293, Indianapolis, Marion County, 18 April 1933 — Page 17

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CHAPTER FORTY-SIX (Continued) Seated across from him over the softly shaded table Jan*>t met Rolf's gaze. He smiled. Roil was exactly the same. Nothing about him was changed in the least,. "You're looking mighty sweet tonight," he told her. "That’s nice.” His face clouded slightly. "I've got a lot of things I want to talk to you about,” he said. At the same time, in a room in a hotel in Reno, a girl lay face down on a bed. She wore a fragile peachcolored negligee and the chiffon handkerchief she clenched had been a pretty trifle before it was wet with tears. The handkerchief was a twisted rag now. There was a letter fallen to the floor and beside it a clipping from a newspaper. Betty Carlyle clenched at the pillow fiercely. Her sobs came in great, choking gasps. “Oh, what will I do?" she cried. "What will I do?” Her head fell to the pillow again and her shoulders shook convulsively. Betty Carlyle was crying as she had never cried before. CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN IT was a long time before Betty sat up on the side of the bed. One of her small gilt slippers had been kicked off and lay on the floor before her. Her hair fell in a disheveled mass and her cheeks were swollen and red. She put one hand up and j wiped away the tears that smarted in her eyes. Then she picked up the letter. Mrs. Curtis had written it. The letter began affectionately, "My darling daughter—” and was devoted principally to bits of news about people in Lancaster. Most of them were Mrs. Curtis’ friends instead of Betty’s. The Thorntons’ were talking of buying anew car. Emma Haynes had gone to Charleston for the winter. Mrs Wilford had called and sent her love.to Betty. The first two pages of the letter were devoted to things like that, and then there was the paragraph that, seeing it a second time, stabbed at Betty’s heart just as it had the first. "I clipped something from the morning paper I thought would interest you. You and Van used to be such good friends. I hope she’s a nice girl and they'll be happy—” The clipping was an announcement of the marriage of Miss Mary Katherine Gibbs of Boston, and Van Allen Bannister 11, son of Mr. and Mrs. Van Allen Bannister of Lancaster. The wedding had taken place in Boston the week before and the young couple had departed immediately for Bermuda. Every word of the formal phrasing was stamped irdellibly on Betty's heart. She read it through again and again and then, sobbing, fell back on the bed. "I don’t care!” she moaned. "I don’t care what happens now! Oh, Van how could you? How could you?” There was no answer. No answer of any sort until there was a knock at the aoor and a startled maid announced, amid apologies, that she had mistaken the room for another. Betty shut the door on her. When the telephone rang a little later, she took it up and said that she was sorry but she could not keep the engagement. Yes, a sudden headache. It was simply raging. No. there was nothing to be done. She couldn’t see any one. Not tonight. a a tt THE waiter asked with a solicitous air, "Was everything satisfactory?” "Everything was all right,” Roll assured him. "Now we’d like two

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raspberry ices and two coffees. Make mine a large one.” "Yes, sir.” The waiter bowed and disappeared. Rolf leaned forward. "It’s great sitting here and talking to you like this,” he said. "Makes me forget— a lot of things I don’t like to think about. I know I’ve been a fool, Janet. All sorts of a fool! To think I let a girl like you get away from me !” The girl's eyes met his and then lowered quickly. He had said things like that throughout the dinner. Flattering things. The sort of things every girl likes to hear. But he hadn't said that he cared for her in the old way. He hadn’t asked if she could give him another chance to prove he loved her. "You were telling me about the new job,” she reminded him. "What is there you don’t like about it?” He shrugged. "Oh, I don’t know. It's small town stuff, that’s all. They don't know how to go after the big money. This fellow, Jackley, has been running things for fifteen years and he won’t listen to any one else. Got a lot of old fashioned ideas. Believe me, I told them a thing or two when I left the Atlas office. I told Jim McPhail exactly what I thought of his dumb advertising agency. Say, I said plenty !” Janet looked at him with troubled eyes. "But, Rolf, wasn’t that foolish? You might want a recommendation some time?” "Not from him!” I’ll get all the recommendations I want, and they won’t be from small town nickelgrabbers like McPhail. I’m going to get out of this town anyhow. It’s too slow.” * tt n LISTEN, Janet,” he went on. "I got in bad all around here. It wasn’t my fault. You knowwell, about Betty's necklace. I wasn't- going to take the damned thing. Just borrowed it for a few days. “Betty didn't have any cause to throw a fit the way she did, but now that it’s happened I’m glad of it. It was running around with her high hat society crowd that got me in debt.” "You mean you have other debts?” “A few,” he admitted casually. “Couple hundred or so. But those birds can wait for it. They’ve all got plenty of dough, anyhow. The thing I hated about that necklace business was dragging you into it. Betty only did it because she was jealous of you.” “Jealous!” "Sure. Didn’t you know that? Remember the row she started that night last summer when she came to her mother’s and found you and me talking together? I guess it all started because I told her once I thought you were good looking. Oh, Betty’s a jealous little devil all right.” The waiter set the dessert before them and poured the coffee. Rolf waited until he had gone. Then he leaned forward and said: "I knew they couldn’t do anything to you about the necklace. You don’t hold that against me. do you Janet?” “No. I don’t hold it against you.” He smiled. "Say, you’re a real girl! You’re the kind to stand by a fellow when he’s down. Look at me, Janet, I’ve got something to ask you. Would you”—he hesitated—“would you be willing to be engaged to me again?” There it was—the thing she had been waiting to hear. He had said it. Rolf was asking her to marry him.

Somehow' the lights and the flowers and the shimmering linen sw r am into a misty haze before the girl. It was the moment she had prayed for, dreamed of. He hadn’t said it poetically or romantically. Just ‘‘w'ould you be waling to be engaged to me again?” What did that matter? Rolf was waiting for her answ'er. tt an BUT he wasn’t waiting. He had gone on, taking it for granted that her answer would be “yes.” “We’ll go away from here.” Rolf told her. “To Chicago or one of the other big towns. I can get another job all right. We’ll make anew start together ” “But Rolf—,” Janet’s voice w r as soft and low-toned. “We can’t—l mean it wouldn’t be right. You’re still Betty’s husband.” “For tw'o weeks more. After that —say, baby, we’ll show' the world! You and I together!” He went on enthusiastically about the things they w'ould do. in Chicago, he’d get a job with one of the big advertising agencies. A place where they appreciated a fellow. They’d have a swell apartment. Janet was to have everything in the world she wanted. “Os course just at first,” he said, “I suppose you could get a job, too. But I’m going to be making big money in a year or so. You won't need to work long. All I want is the chance and a little encouragement. “You know', Janet, I think you're prettier than Betty. That little hat you’re wearing and that blue dress make your eyes look blue. They're gray really, aren’t they? You see, I haven’t forgotten. Listen, honey, let's get out of this place—” Janet turned to rise and caught a glimpse of her ankle. There was a tiny runner in the new' chiffor. hose she was wearing. She excused herself and went to the dressing room. There was no maid to assist in repairing the hose but soap applied to the runner w'ould keep it from spreading. Janet put her foot on a chair and carefully rubbed the soap in. She must not smear it or pull the threads. The door of the room opened and she glanced up quickly. A small girl wearing a short fur coat over a velvet dress entered the room. She had very dark eyes and dark hair showing beneath her bright red turban. Janet had seen her in the restaurant sitting at a table with two men and another girl She was rather pretty and had an air of style, though the fur coat and red turban were obviously cheap. (To Be Continued)

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