Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 10, Indianapolis, Marion County, 23 May 1933 — Page 13

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BF.C.IV HIRE TOOAV MONNIF O DARK love* DAN CAR* DIOAN wealth; a:.<l handsome, who la out -u ;?h a party of friend*. Including the siren. SANDRA LAWRENCF Sandra pre'endlng *o he Monnie'* friend -van** Dan for herself. Hi* parenh want him to marry Sandra *nd look down on Monnie, because the O Dare* are poor. Monnie cleric* In a d-..e -tore MISS ANRTICF CORY lone a friend ' cl flie faml.t, Irihen*'- SSO 000 and ak* •Aotir.ie to go to Europe with her. The tnrl hes'.ta'e*. hoping for news from ban A* last a ;vvr come*. NOW no ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT (Continued.) Yes, it was Monnie to whom his * heart belonged. Dan had, some(how, never expected to care about ar,v Kiri as he did about her. He i h ifb been cynical about love. Mon- [ me had changed all that. “She's so darned sweet,” Dan i thought to himself now, forgetting the beautiful girl here beside him In the intimacy of the warm room. Firelight, setting, all were lost on ! liim. “What did you say, Dan?” “I uh I was just thinking.” He tapped his pi|>e against the hearth, pretending it needed cleaning. k Sandra gave him a swift, appraising glance. Then she said In a low voice “There’s something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about.” Tlie man raised his eyes, watchful guarded. “Shoot.” Sandra shrugged her shoulders. “It’s just that, well, I like so our being friends that I hope- a certain person won't misunderstand.” ; “Who d’you mean?” a o tt QANDRA gave a limpid look, all Kte girlish ingenuousness, “You l big silly I mean Monnie, of course.” Dan drawled, ‘ Why should MonI nle mind?” Ho had to be genuine- ' ]y on his guard now lest he give t the whole show away. Sandra was not to know how he felt about Monnie. Nor anyone else, for that , matter. Sandra drew her small feet in the gilt mules up under her. “Well, of course, she’s always been simply mad about you, dear boy, and you know it.” she commenced in that relishing, judicial tone which somehow irked her listener. i, “Rot!” he said crudely. \ “Oh. I know there used to be something on your side, too! A boy i and girl Infatuation. I suppose. IwVve all had them,” admitted ■ Sahdra. “It, passes and we wonder s|w hy on earth—” P She paused and Dan, staring moodily at the flames, did not help t her out. “Monnie’s a wonderful girl,’’ he said gruffly, after a rather awkward pause. “Don’t I know' it?” Sandra w’as ell gentleness now. She seemed satisfied to have made her point. “She’s hard working and good and quiet,” said Sandra, damning her rival with the faintest i>ossible praise. “But after all, Danny, you and I know you're not the man for her.” Dan. holding his temper in leash with an effort, asked why. “Oh, I don't know.” Sandra narrowed her eyes. •'You want—well, n ore excitement if you ask me. And of course, in a wife you want poise —experience. Poor dear Monnie is pretty, of course, but she’s so frightfully unsophisticated. She's not going your way, you wild, big, bnd man, you!” Dan, hot, uncomfortable, stung with resentment he secretly knew how to put into words, and also by >an annoying conviction that he w T as unequal to the situation, was on the verge of saying something which would have, as he later told himself, “given the whole show away.” But just at that moment the group from the picture show broke in, talkative, hungry, tired. The Chinese boy brought sandwiches from the kitchen. They all sat around for an hour or two, chatting and laughing. There was no further opportunity for a tete-a-tete. As the party broke up for the night. Mrs. Cardigan detained her son in the hall. “My big boy’s making me very happy these days,” she said, her “handsome, autocratic face creasing itself into a smile. And then she struck dismay to Dan's heart by adding, “And lie’s making someone ' else very’ happy, too.” CHAPTER TWENTY - NINE MONNIE turned the letter over in her hands before she opened it. The thick creamy envelope. the bold black writing spoke to her eloquently of the writer. She smiled to herself, secretly, exultantly. Dan would explain now his long silence. She would know and be reassured. [ She went into the house, hallooing to her mother who was in the dining room. Then she sped upstairs. eager to peruse the letter in solitude. Her heart was beating faster. It was almost as if Dan himself were in the room, waiting to speak to her—- “ Dear Monnie,” (he began! I’ve been busy every minute of the time This is a great country and great people, and I like it. Rode fifty miles yesterday. We had a picnic up in the hills. “Tonight, we go to one of the dances at the next ranch. Everybody's so hospitable, Monnie, there's something I want to talk to you about when I get back. I think per- % haps after all we'd better hold up our plans a bit—not go ahead with the January idea. There are reasons. I'll tell you more when I see you. Let me assure you that you are greatly missed.—Dan.” She put the letter down on the dressing table gently. She looked at herself in the mirror, taking off her hat. brushing her crest of bright hair away from the sweep of her forehead. “Why. then.” she said to herself lightly, in a conversational voice, “There's no point—” She broke off at the sound of Kay’s footstep on the stairs. Quickly she hid the letter in the top drawer. Kay came in, whistling softly. “Hello, didn't know you were here!” “I got off early. Kay!”

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“What’s up?” The younger sister stared, noting Monnie's brilliant eyes, the flush on her usually pale cheeks. “I have decided ” “Decided what? Oh, d'you mean?” Monnie nodded. “I’m going with Miss Anstice.” mm m NOT to think, Monnie told herself. was the idea. Not even to be still, to allow the biting, stinging memories to intrude. She laughed, she was gay, brittle. Two weeks—in two weeks more she and Miss Anstice would be on their way. It was not soon enough—not nearly. After a feverish night Monnie had written Dan a letter—a furious impotent letter which she had later torn up. It was ridiculous to behave in this way. What did it matter? What did anything matter? She told herself she had known from the start that things would fall out this way. She was not surprised. Events had marched to their inevitable climax. Sandra had got her man—there was no other explanation. If she stopped long enough to consider the situation, she was overwhelmed with a sort of sick despair. She would not dwell on what might happen if any of the family fell ill while she was away. Kay’s salary would help to carry them along. Bill, unusually garrulous for him, had called her aside. “I'm glad you're going,” he said. “Somebody in this family was about due for a break. Don't worry about money.” "What about Angie?” Monnie had to ask. “Ls that—?” Bill's face was blank. “We’re coming right along,” he told her easily. “Maybe in the spring she'll be free.” “You —you’re crazy about her, aren't you?” Bill looked faintily embarrassed. “Sure, Angle's a wonderful girl.” But Monnie thought she caught, in his eyes, almost a touch of bewilderment. If Bill had given his promise to Angie, she reflected, wild horses wouldn't drag it away again. She thought of the lines: “The men of my own stock, Bitter bad they may be, But at least they feel the things I feel, They see the things I see.” She felt a surge of pride in her brother. Angie Gillon was a lucky girl. Mrs. O’Dare said one night. “Monnie, I’ve a little money saved that I want you to have. I know Miss Anstice is going to pay you a small salary as a companion, but you'll need a few nice things. This is a nest egg. You’re to take it and buy some pretty new clothes.” She put a small roll of bills into the girl’s hand. Monnie, counting them, found SIOO. “Is this the money Aunt Sybil left you?” “Yes. I want you to have it.” “I can’t. You need things more than I do—a winter coat—” “Monnie!” There was anew note in her mother’s quiet voice. “You’re to have it. Do you hear? I want you to!” m m m THREE days more. Then two. At length the last night came. In spite of herself, in spite of all her frantic resolutions, the girl found she had been waiting unconsciously for some word from Dan. Perhaps he would hear she was going away. He might see the Belvedere News with the account of her plans. Surely someone would tell him, mention it casually In a letter. They would say, “I see Monica O'Dare is going abroad with Miss Cory.” Dan would be affronted by the idea. He would send her a wire. But this was her last night. She had not answered his letter, nor had she heard from him. (To Be Continued)

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