Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 32, Indianapolis, Marion County, 17 June 1933 — Page 9

JUNE 17, 1933.

Bargain JBride v/KATHARINE HAVILAND TAYLOA • t 33 nia aeavice, inC..

RFC,IS lIFRF TODAY BARRETT COLVIN, back in Mew York •(Mr (our \*arj>, find* htm*Flf much attracted bv 20-vs sir-old F.I.INOR STAFFORD Barrett la 35 tacalthv and haa made a name (or htmseK i* an ercheolojm. Elinor * mother. LIDA STAFFORD it bea ltifu] and because she want* attention (or herself, has always forced her daughter to wear unbecoming ar.d keep in the background LTdn schemes constantly to keep In the good graces of her husband s wealthy aunt. MISS ELI.A SEXTON. In order to Inherit a share of the Sexton fortune Ba: ret.t'i half-sister, MARCIA RADNOR tells him she is terrified for fear her husband will learn of an unfortunate episode in her past Years before Barrett r melded Marcia when a youthful flirtation ended disastrously. Marcia had son whom Barrett adopted. The bov Is nfne years old now and his tutor, HAROLD DEXTER, has threatened Marcia with blackmail. She declares that If her husband learns the truth he will never forglte her. Barrett goes to visit ft-year-old OF.RALD. his ward He decides to discharge the tutor and find anew home for the bov He goes to see Miss Ella Sexton who teiis him she ran not recide to whom to leave her money, Barrett re-lu-r to advise ner. A: he Is leaving he meets Mdn Stafford. Elinor's mother Phe suspects his Interest in her daughter and determine* to put a stop to it. NOW OO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER FIVE (Continued) Lida said quickly. “You’ve been to see Aunt Ella, haven't you? How ;weet of you! How is she today?’’ She seemed very well to me.” “I’m so glad. I get so anxious about her,” Lida went on. “I hope that some day you'll come to see—me? I don’t suppose it sounds very alluring but I’m so interested in all you've been doing!” “May I drop in some day when your daughter too is at home?” Barrett asked. Lida’s expression did not change but her thoughts did. Barrett Colvin—interested in Elinor? She wasn’t going to have that for a moment. No, indeed—and she knew how to put a stop to it! CHAPTER SIX THERE was no sign in Lida Stafford’s smiling face that Barrett's words had aroused her. She said warmly, "How charming of you! Please do come. I’ve been anxious about Elinor lately and the sort of young men she seems to prefer. I’d like to have her know you!” That, Lida thought with satisfaction, was a start and a good one. She wasn’t going to' have Barrett Colvin paying attentions to her daughter. It would completely spoil her plans. Lida wanted to cultivate Barrett because she knew Aunt Ella thought highly of him. Furthermore, Barrett Colvin was attractive, and Lida was not ready to believe any attractive man could prefer her daughter to herself. She was sure that her words had found their mark. She had seen the stiffening of Barrett’s honest face. Teh thing to do, Lida decided a few moments later as she waited in the airless reception room for Miss Ella, was to make Barrett feel that there was no redeeming Elinor. He was credulous as a child. It would be easy to convince him that Elinor was a member of the wild younger set. Lida moved restlessly. Would the old lady never come? Barrett Colvin had said she was well. Only that morning the manager of a small, select gown shop had asked insinuatingly, listing several purchases. a a tt Tt/fJSS SMYTHE entered then. J.VJL “i am sorry,” she said (and Lida knew she was not sorry), “Miss Sexton has gone to lie down and begs to be excused.” Insolence, Lida decided, but she smiled as she rose, drawing her fur coat closer about her soft, white throat. One had to smile upon Miss Smythe. “I’ll look in tomorrow if that suits,” Lida murmured in her sweetest way. "I will ask Miss Sexton to telephone you,” Miss Smythe answered. Miss Smythe said her chill, “Good aftemoftn,” and Craven opened the door. Lida found herself outside in the thickening light of an autumn late afternoon. She had promised to 7TSQDK A fW BY BRUCE CATION AMERICA has produced few more amazing characters than Joseph Smith, founder of the Mormon church. He emerged from an obscure backwoods village, wrote a complex theological book while in his twenties. died a violent teath before he had passed middle age, and left behind him a church which now has a century of growth and development to its credit. The average American knows little more about him than if he had lived in China. A good biography of the man is badly needed: and if “Joseph Smith, An American Prophet.” by John Henry Evans, isn’t quite what is needed, it is at least a studious and sympathetic outline of the man and his work. , Mr. Eians seems to have gone to some pains to ferret out the facts about Smith’s early life. He traces him through his boyhood at Palmyra. N. Y.. through the years when he was founding his church, through the move to Ohio, the adventure in Missouri and the arrival In Illinois, up to the murder that finally removed him from the scene. He then examines his theology his character, his message: and he insists that Smith neither was a faker nor self-deluded. The man was honest, intelligent, possessed with a mystic fire, says Mr. Evans, he believed in his divine inspiration and he was able to make others believe in it. Many readers. I suspect, will feel that Mr. Evans is too enthusiastic in his defense. A trifle more of skepticism might have produced a more balanced book. But it's worth reading anyway. Published by Macmillan, it sells for $4.

meet Vance—but was it safe? She hesitated, glanced over her shoulder at the brown stone house, then gave a low-voiced order to the chauffeur. He started the car, a cynical smile in his wise eyes. She had no respect for Vance Carter, but he was useful to her When his hungry eyes followed her Lida knew her power. After sending him away she would find herself assured of her charm and beauty. Retaining that beauty had become to Lida the most important thing in the world. She considered Vance as rather amusingly simple. She knew that he dreamed of marrying her when she could divorce Bentwell. Thinking of this made her smile in a manner in which she never smiled in public. Vance had an income of $50,000 a year and Lida was wearied of what she called “poverty.” Marry Vance on $50,000 a year? Well, hardly! a u a SHE was able to manage him easily. Miss Ella did not approve of divorced persons and Vance's mind was the sort that could comprehend waiting and lying to one who must some day die with the hope of benefiting financially by that death. Lida rode toward their meeting place with a feeling of oppression. Had some sneak reported to the old lady about her (Lida’s) visit to Todd Langdon’s 'studio? Or her meetings with Vance? Lida knew that she was menaced, but she could not tell whether the danger was large or small. “I’ll get out at the next corner, Grier,” she told the chauffeur. She had to be so careful. Vance had reserved a table in a booth. He crossed the room and said, looking down on her, “I thought you’d never come!” She smiled as they moved toward the booth to settle side by side. He pulled her gloves from her hands. She sighed, relaxed. “So tired!” she murmured. Vance’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Darling one!” he said, leaning toward her. “I’ve come from Aunt Ella’s. She did not receive me—and it hurt!” “Lord! Fancy not seeing you if one could!” he murmured. He groped beneath the table for her hand. “I have endured Bentwell for so many years in order to avoid hurting the old lady,” Lida went on. Again she sighed. She felt a pleasant sense of long-suffering saintliness, untouched by the fact that her manner of “enduring” was so extremely vocal that it had, more than once, driven Bentwell to his club to try to forget the lash of her tongue. a tt a VANCE'S hands tightened on her hand violently. For the first time he looked away from her. Stealing a side glance at him she saw his face drawn by emotion. His chin was set. ■ “I can't bear to think of you having to endure anything,” he said harshly, unevenly and too loudly. “I want to gve you—everything, Lida. I want to take care of you!” Privately she thought “On $50,000!” and found the thought amusing. To him she said, “Vance, you’re so sweet! So kind!” He moved suddenly and again his eyes were upon her, devouring her. “Vance,” she appealed, “baby me!” I’m really so pitiably weary. Northing has gone as it should today. You know how I long for peace and quiet and love and—dear companionship. I've been lonely for years, Vance!” “Lida,” he exclaimed. “I’m tired of it. Meeting you like this for half an hour or so. It’s not enough. I can't stand it! You—all your time —everything! Look at me, Lida — sweetest!” Suddenly he was silent, leaning away from her, looking away from her. His grip on her hand made a ring cut deep. Lida adored such moments, playing a role and finding warmth from a fire she never felt in her heart A few moments later he spoke again, staring down at her lashes, outlined and made ebon by her perfect. skin. "Some day all this will be over, Lida" he promised a little thickly. She gave him a fleeting glance, shy and warm. She said. “You know that's my dream, darling.” “Together—” he went on. “Oh, Vance, if that only could be!” “It will be. It must! My God. Lida—!” There was another stretch of silence in which Lida felt the growth of satisfaction in her power. Oh, yes, she could do with him exactly as she wished. Vance worshiped her. Would do anything she said! Suddenly he turned. His shoulder pressed against her. Vance said in a quiet tone, “Almost forgot that I've some news for you!” (To Be Continued)

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On the one hand he could not surrender the woman he loved to the certain fate that would be meted out to her if she were proved a traitor to the British cause. And it would be equally impossible for him as an English officer to give hew aid and protection. . . . Now the plane was soaring high over a mountain ridge.

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