Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 28, Indianapolis, Marion County, 13 June 1933 — Page 13

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CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT (Con.) It wa* all very disappointing. Bissy’s beau of the moment was a clerk at one of the red-front stores on Main street, and here Edith O 'Da re'b children were turning out smartly. A person couldn't help b’inj? envious. It Just turned yot Hour. It did, to see the luck some people had. a a a KAY flew into the bedroom, strewn with the frippery of the goingaway bride. A smart,' prettily-groomed Kay with a postage stamp hat. perched dizzily athwart her golden curls. "Got everything, Monnie?” "I think so.” Monnie's jacket frock, of printed silk in soft browns and tans, suited her exactly. Her new bags, marked with the Initials that were to be hers henceforth, were closed and locked. Kay poised herself for flight. "Well, come along then. The car’s waiting. Are you dead? You must have shaken hands with a million people.” "I never had such a good time In my life.” And, indeed, Monnie looked the picture of a happy bride. She glanced about het, one swift, inclusive look, the last being on the small room where she had spent much of her girlhood. "Sorry to go?” Monnie shook her head, with an April face. “No—and yes—lt’s home. Nothing else will ever take its place." She could not say what she really felt,, that she was leaving the old Monica O’Dare behind with all her j unhappiness. “Well, I’m not," said hard-headed Kay practically. "If mother and ! Bill come back next year, they're going to take one of those new little houses out in Webster addition. Bill says he won’t have any trouble i renting this. Hank Hartnett wants It.”

THE two girls went out, shutting the door behind them. Mark, waiting to be of service, bounded up the steps, two at a time, to carry the bags. At the foot of the flight stood Charles Eustace, waiting for his wife. Monnie felt her heart contract in that new way at sight of him. What a wonderful life they were going to have together t And how generous Charles was 'being with all of them. None of her protests had stopped him. He had changed

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BEGIN HERE TODAY BARRETT COLVIN. 35. returns to Now York after four years’ absence. He is rich anti has made a name for himself as an archeologist. The first, to greet him is his half-sister. MARCIA RADNOR. younger, selfish and spoiled. MARCIA Is happily married now. Years before Barrett shielded her when a youthful flirtation ended disastrously. Marcia had a son whom Barrett adopted. She Is worried because the boy's tutor has threatened her with blackmail and dpdares her husband will never forgive her if he learns the truth. Barrett agrees to deal with the tutor. HAROLD DEXTER „J v Aj£ nri ' la 18 leaving she sees ELINOR STAFFORD across the street and offers to drive her home. Ellinor, 20, and very pretty, has been calling on her wealthy aunt, MISS ELLA SEXTON Barrett had known the girl as a child and is amazed to see how beautiful she has become. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER ONE (Continued) Poor passionate, impulsive, blind and selfish Marcia! Well, this time he would think first of the boy who deserved first thought. After all, he and Marcia, though comparatively young, had not the years ahead of them that the child had. Marcia’s child, his ward, Gerald Moore. The house seemed strangely empty as he returned to it, rather dismal and, in spite of a comfortable temperature, a little cold. For some reason, he did not clearly understand a vision of Elinor Stafford's face remained before him. He wondered when he would see her again. CHAPTER TWO BARRETT COLVIN turned impatiently to his desk. It was ridicious to him to keep thinking of the girl. In an effort to put her out of his mind, he opened and scanned a letter or two. A few years ago he had thought' that If the small group who understood his work felt It was good his ambition would be reached. Now, here he was—reading all these words of praise, and instead of feeling pleased he was wondering what It would be like to take a girl of Elinor Staffords sort to dinner or the theater. He poked bills into pigeon holes, decided to get rid of Dexter promptly, and as soon as he could to make a trip to the Connecticut farmhouse where his ward lived. Probably, Barrett reflected, he would bore such a girl as Elinor Stafford. He always had’ despised middle-aged men who devoted themselves to young girls. Why the devil was he giving the matter so much thought, anyhow? He pushed aside the letter he was reading, disgusted with himself. He wrote his age, 35, on the desk blotter. Elinor Stafford was 19 or 20 he judged. She had such gentle eyes. She would be very sweet with children. Barrett rase suddenly, wishing he were back in the desert, wrangling with some native who would not have sacred ground disturbed—for the price offered. Dreaming of a bathtub and brushing the sands of time from the shin bone of a dinosaur. But he wasn't in the desert and, until things cleared up—the question of Gerald's future settled and Marcia's baby born—he would not go on any expedition, no matter how tempting. Again, Barrett Colvin settled at his desk Then he drew back sharply. Beneath the figure "35” he had writen "19 or 20.” bub MARCIA, meantime, turned to look at Elinor Stafford. "She has young beauty,” Marcia thought. “Real beauty muted by the wrong

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all their lives. Bill was no longer the sullen, stained garage mechanic, but a purposeful young man with squared shoulders and an authoritative air. Through Charles, Bill was to have his chance. "Was I long?" He took her hand, smiling down at her in that gently quizzical way. "Too long to suit me J” Her mother stood in the background, beaming. "You’ll have to step on it to make the city in time.” That was Bill, consulting his watch, being grave and brotherly. They were driving to the city where they would board the train for the east. Later, they would sail for Bermuda. -

She kissed them all, feeling choky for a moment. Charles’ hand steadied her and she was in the car, the motor running i “Good-by, everybody! Good-by!" Their faces were a blur now j and Main street was slipping past. The country road, lush with May, lay before them. Their way led past the village cemetery where, on a high hill, Dan's gfave was marked. In- ! stinctively, Monnie’s eyes sought the shaft. Charles understood. | "Poor chap!” He slipped his brown hand over hers. "He didn’t deserve what he got.” She looked up at her young husband, all her heart in her eyes. "You're very generous, my dear.” Dan was dead, and there would be always a sadness in her mind at memory of him, but she knew her luck. She had got the right man. She was eterrtally grateful to the fates for arranging her destiny. The marker indicating the town line was passed and Monnie, twisting a little in her seat, could see the lights of the village blooming below' them In the late May dusk. "The last of Belvedere,” she said softly, with a catch in her voice. “Ah. you’ll see It again,” Charles reminded her. ‘"Be back next year to visit the Mill House together.” Yes. she knew that, but she would not be returning as Monnie O'Dare. She would be Mrs. Charles Eustace, rich and feted. Doors would be opened to her that had been locked before. She was leaving something of herself behind. She was turning the pages of anew chapter. "Happy?” She gave him the smile he loved to see. "How can you ask that?’ (The End)

sort of clothes.” A girl with Elinor's coloring and her chestnut brown hair should not, of course, wear gray tweeds. With her youthful slimness and slightly angular lines she needed softness. Perhaps, Marcia reflected, with that keenness women have in measuring one another, it was Elinor’s mother who was responsible for the girl’s 111-chosen costume. That would be exactly like Lida Stafford. Yes. indeed! "You were calling on your aunt?” Marcia questioned. She was only making conversation. Mentally, Marcia was telling herself that she must bring Barry to her point of view about the boy. “Yes,” Elinor answered in her usually shy way. "I hope she is as well as usual?” Marcia went on. Os course, she knew Miss Sexton’s relatives could not really be wishing any such thing. How they had hovered, like human vultures, around the autocratic and acid old lady who made the changing of her will a favorite indoor sport! “She’s quite well, thank you, Mrs. Radnor. She saw you drive up and spoke of how well you were looking.” Marcia’s expression became slightly strained. She always had suspected that Miss Ella Sexton knew more than any one else about the secrets of Marcia’s past. Miss Ella had piercing eyes and a suspicious, inquisitive turn of mind. How Marcia had flushed ten years before when Miss Ella had beckoned her across the way from the old house to say, ‘‘l saw you riding in the park—” Those bridle paths and Lon Moore riding behind her—when people were near. She had been a little fool, but so hungry for romance. There had been little of it in the great house ruled by her stern father. u m n AND now, why had young Dexter, the boy’s companion-tutor, come to her? But Barry would fix that. Barf.v always did fix things. Half of his acquaintances must owe him money! Oh, of course Barry must come around to her point of view. Getting the child away, far away, was the only wise thing to do. Somewhere in South America, perhaps. Completely away from every one they knew. "Has there been much going on for you young people?” Marcia asked, suddenly remembering the girl beside her. "I don’t know, Mrs. Radnor. I haven’t —many friends.” "Why, that's not right! You’re really, Elinor, quite sweet.” The gratitude that flashed in Elinor Stafford's eyes took Marcia for a second beyond her troubled self. She laid a hand upon the girl’s. “Child," she said quickly. "I’m going to be house-bound soon and perhaps you’ll be good enough to come to see me once in a while.” Again Elinor's eyes raised. The girl obviously was pitiably lonely. Marcia continued, "We'll find something amusing to do—” "I'd love it, Mrs. Radnor!” Elinor answered with young intensity. "Well then, that’s that. You live on Park Avenue, don't you?” "Yes, but —’’ Elinor faltered. "I was on my way down town. Would you mind dropping me somewhere near Washington Square if it's not out of your way?” (To Be Continued)

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