Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 26, Indianapolis, Marion County, 10 June 1933 — Page 9

JUNE 10, 1933

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CHAPTER FORTY-SIX CTHARLES stood, hands in pock■A ets. His expression seemed larily glowering. Hr* had the air of a man determined. at all costs, to stand hts ground, and outstay all comers. In spit' of Monnie’s vague puzzlement, and the feeling of excitement In the air. she was amused. She wanted desperately to laugh. Her mouth quirked at the corners. Kay came in with a tray on which there were three glasses and almost dropped them. "Why, Charles!" she exclaimed. "Where did you come from? Through the window? He grinned at her. his old self for an instant. "No, they let me in Why?” I don't know. Just didn’t hear your soft step. Can I give you some of this grape juice? Mother's best. ’ 'li e stood, chaffing each other, end Mackenzie said in a low voice to Monnie. I’d like to see you alone. May I?” She was confused. "I don’t know hr < Will you stay a bit and see?” The party developed into a fourseme Kay, after a struggle with herself to keep down hysterical lauuht.er, suggested bridge and Charles helped her set up the table. a a a T V spite of this, the tension grew. 1 The little room was electric with it. As Mackenzie's obvious impatience mounted, the younger man grew more suave, more deferential. He called the older man "sir’’ with an air of one paying tribute, Monnie bit her lip and once, catching his eye, shook her head ever so slightly in reproof. The look he gave her was one of purest mischief. His intention was unmistakable. "Whatever became of that beautiful young woman I met with you at Cannes last March?" Mackenzie inquired abruptly, in a pause, during which he was dummy. Charles, laying down his cards, fared across at him. "Whom d'you mean?” With deliberation the other selected and lighted a eigaret from the rase extended. "She was an American. I believe. Yes, I’m sure of it. Married to an old Roman title. The Contessa di—something or other. Wonderful red hair and black eyes. Devastating combinntion.” Charles had gone white. Instinctively Monnie knew this was the woman Dr. Waterman had referred to—the one who, directly or indirectly, had been responsible for Charles' breakdown. Did Mackenzie know’? If so it w r as a direct challenge. She hold her breath waiting for Charles’ reply. "The Countessa di Fraioli," Charles was saying coolly. "Exquisite creature,” sighed Mackenzie, squinting through the smoke. "Broke a number of hearts, I understand.” "I believe so.” Charles’ voice sounded merely bored. Monnie dared not lock at him, was pretending to be absorbed in the cards she held. "Are we playing bridge or are we?” Kay’s impudence brought them all back, and the game went on. The tension had not been loosed, but the wires on which all of them seemed, this night, to be strung, quivered a little. a a tt IT was 10 o'clock. Now it was 11. . Charles Eustace, a gleam of diabolical amusement in his eyes, eooly stayed on. At last, Mackenzie rose. "Monica, this has been delightful. but I must be getting on.” She went with him to the door. "Most unfortunate.” he said in r lower tone. "I shall have to rush —the engagement tomorrow will not keep. But when can I see you again?" Then his voice altered. He no longer was the annoyed king of finance, irritated at some delay, but the eager suitor. "Monica, you know what I want to ask you. Have you changed your mind about marrying me? I didn't want to rush you, after that unfortunate affair in the autumn. But now—well, we can make a fresh start, both of us. What do you say?” "I—l’ll write to you,” she promised. The car, gleaming and hooded in chromium, panted under the street light. He could not linger. He had to be satisfied with that. But his smile was confident. He took her slim hand. Huskily he said. ‘You're the loveliest thing—nil a man could desire. I promise you you won't regret it." For an instant, his lips brushed hers, the merest, fleeting contact. ’’l'll telephone you from Chicago on Thursday.” he said. "Don't bother to write—and don't disappoint me." Mrs. O'Dare came fluttering into the hall to make her farewells. Mackenzie’s manner with her was perfect. Monica( closing the door in the visitor's wake, could hear the rise and fall of Charles' voice, and Kay's ready laughter. Suddenly she was angry with Charles. How dare he behave so badly? That very day he had insulted her past bearing, and then he had turned up, bold as could be, to min her evening. What did he mean by such behavior? "Aren't you going back in, lovey?” This from her mother. I think not. I'm tired. I'll go straight to bed." tt o o MRS. O DARE ran her finger over the newel post, tracing some imagined dust. "He seems very nice." "Mr. Mackenzie? Oh. he is.” But there was no enthusiasm in her tone. It was perfunctory. This night, when she should be occupied solely with plans for the future, what she would do as the envied Mrs. Arthur Mackenzie, c he could think only of the behavior of the handsome young man in the neat, shabby little parlor. She burned with resentment. If it weren’t for Kay—if it weren’t for her mother—she would go in there

this very moment, make a scene and demand of him what he meant by such outrageous conduct. The Contessa di Fraioli, indeed! Red hair and black eyes! Probably dyed. 'She meant the former, of course' i So he had allowed himself to "crack up” for the sake of some painted hussy with a title! She was disgusted with him. Her mother had gone back into the dining room, but still Monnie lingered, dawdling on the stairs. As if in answer to her thoughts, Charles came out. “Ah, there you are. We were wondering what had happened to you.” With dignity she said, “I’m just going up.” “I see you were.” She was half way up and turned to face him, amber eyes blazing in her petalpale face. “What's the matter?" He pretended to be surprised. “Has anything happened?” "You—” she struggled for words. "You w’ere terrible tonight!” “I?" With mock humility he seemed to examine his conduct. "But I thought I was very wel’ Nhaved Modest. Deferential—- “ That's just it. You treated Arthur as if he were an octogenarian.” Charles lifted his brows. “Arthur?" Defiantly she smiled. “Os course. What did you think?” Suddenly Charles’ casual manner vanished. In a few strides he cleared the space between them. He was just two steps below’ her. How’ tall he was! It was silly of her to be so excited, so trembly. That was because she was so angry with him. "Monnie. you’re not going to marry that chap!” His face was close to hers. "What business is it of yours?” she flung at him. CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN r pHEY stood there, flaming at each other. The man, tall and lean and straight, his eyes darkened with something very like fury. The girl, small, golden, in a dress of some thin soft stuff, her head thrown back, defying him. "What business is it of yours whom I marry?” Monnie O'Dare repeated defiantly. Charles Eustace, two steps below her on the narrow flight of stairs, smiled ironically. She was so lovely in her anger. He did not answer, and this enraged Monnie further. "It's none of your affair!” she flared hotly. "You don't care what happens to me, anyhow. You never did." "Ah, don't I?" Charles’ irony w r a.s marked now. Folding his arms and leaning against the balustrade, he considered this. "What makes you think that?” “Treating me as you have the past few’ weeks,” she pursued, following some grievance of her own. "Coming to the office today and speaking to me so—so —” her voice broke indignantly on the words, but she found it again after a moment. “Then to come here tonight—to behave so badly—showing all of us just what a frightful opinion you have of me!" a it a C''* HARI.ES interrupted this tirade J to ask coolly, “What makes you think I have a bad opinion of you?” “You used to be my friend,” Monnie rushed on, quite as if he had not spoken. “You used to be so—well, really wonderful. Last summer—last spring.’’ “Ah, yes. But that was then,” the young man reminded her cryptically. “I wasn’t any different,” Monnie reproached him. “I was the same. What’s changed you?” Charles shook his head, almost sadly. “You’ve not changed? And yet you’re going to marry this fellow.” “He’s fine and honorable and good," Monnie defended her absent suitor. “He'll take care of me as I want to be taken care of. Anyhow, it can't possibly concern you. You and your—your Contessa!” (To Be Continued)

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