Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 59, Indianapolis, Marion County, 19 July 1933 — Page 13

JULY 19, 1933

Bargain jbride i'>'KATHARINE HAYILAND TAYLOh •ms nea gio.vicr, iwc..

BM.IN HFRF TODAY FI.INOR STAFFORD 70, fait* in lore With 3S-ver-o!c! BARRKTT COLVIN, who ha made a name for himself ** an • rehtlocUt. He Is about to ask her to niarrv him whan her Jealou*. .scheming ir.othat. I.IDA STAFFORD In'erfrres and succeeds in breaking up the romance Whan Ktinor'a aunt, wealthy MISS FI,LA SKXTON die* *he leaves har an. lira fortune to Barrel- Thar drunken VANCr CARTER shoot* BBNTWFU STAFFORD Elinor s father. Rarratt, v-ho does not wart, the Saxton fortune, tall* Fiinor that If aha will marry him and In a as a guest In hi* home for a vear ha will give the entire sum to her to divide among the relatives Knowing th motiev may rave her father * Ufa. Elinor agrees The marriage taxes place next dav Barrett find* himself more in love with F.ltnor than ever Than one day he seas her with 808 TFLFARE and his suspicions that aha la a heartless flirt are renewed The doctor orders a change of climate for Elinors father and she goes to Aiken with him. Years before Barrett shielded his halfaisler. MARCIA, when a youthful romance ended disastrously. Jdarcla had a son whom Barrett adopted Barrett has promised Marria neter to teil anyone the truth about the bov Lida Stafford asks Rarret* for *3O 000 and he refuses Angrv, she sets detectives on his trail, hoping to unearth aome scandal she may use to her advantage NOW FiO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO "Wo usually number these cases," the man went on. "For one thing it, makes telephone calls easier. Yr.ur ease will be he consulted records—"6o72B’ Lida wrote, "60728 ’ in a small engagement book, murmuring as she did so, "Thank you!" "Not at all, Mrs. Stafford—" She rose and drew hpr coat around her. The man’s eyes appraised her. running over her slowly from head to foot and back again. Lida was warmed, reassured. She had been so alone since Vance Carters "absurd outbreak.” Men had been shy of her. She had once or twice felt the threat of age and wondered what she would do with time—and herself—when she was old. She had no investment that would return peace as the fire burned low. She did not realise her lack of resource. She thought only, "Old age is hideous!" She left the place smiling over the memory of this strange mans sensuously glittering eyes. Her daughter would have shuddered at their light and struggled to forget it. The day was clear, unusually warm. ‘ Perhaps." Lida mused, "Barrett, will drive up there this afternoon!” CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE | IDA, on her way home from the \.u detective's office, decided to drop in at Cleo's and try on the blue sports frock she had admired. If her suspicions about Barrett Colvin were correct—and they couldn't be wrong—she could buy the frock and a hat too. She would add them to her charge account and tell Cleo that in a short while she ■would settle for everything and make more purchases. She would be able to have everything she wanted, once she discovered Barrett's secret. The thought that Barrett might refuse to pay her for keeping silent did not even enter her mind. Cleo, the proprietor of the fashionable Fifty-seventh street shop, •was none too cordial in welcoming Lida, but after a few words her slightly frigid smile became warm. Cleo herself soon wrns ordering saleswomen to bring out, the newest imports. It happened that Barrett decided he would drive to Connecticut that afternoon. The day was fine and he had had to disappoint Gerald on Saturday because of work at the office. The boy had come to depend upon seeing Barrett once a week and Barrett felt he had a right to depend upon this. He ordered Hut.ten to bring around the roadster which he said he would drive himself. He wanted to be alone that afternoon. He wanted to be able to think of Elinor without feeling that someone might steal a sly side glance and read his thoughts.

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Barrett felt that he must have an understanding with Elinor. He i wanted to ask h"r to help keep the year without that taint that starts gossip. j Marcia had told him the day before that Bob Telfare had gone to Aiken. The casual information had ; made him stiffen with anger. It wasn't fair of Elinor, he decided. It was not fair! She had promised outward, if not inward, fidelity for a year. He felt that he must keep from becoming angry, and for some rea- | son which he did not fathom the idea of Elinor flirting with Bob Telfare made him see red. He wanted r to be as kind about the situation as a man could be. Elinor was very young. H"r upbringing had given her no chance of knowing right( I from wrong. a a tt HE thought suddenly how sweet she had looked that night | when she called him to her bed- | side after their first quarrel, and because this memory warned him,! he felt a shame that he w T as learn- | ing well. He could not love her, he was j , certain, knowing her as he had come I to, and yet the faintest thought of her made his heart plunge and filled him with a deep and sometimes torturing hunger. Easy enough, he mused, if he weren't the sort to demand so much, i If he could love a woman he could not honor, if he could feed his hunger between moments of understanding and scorn. But he could ; not do that. A small car passed him. On a rise of the next hill, he passed it. i Thereafter it kept rather close to him, sometimes passing, sometimes lagging behind. It gave Barrett a rather pleasantly companionable feeling. He waved at the driver, who grinned apologetically as he returned the salute. The driver of the small car rather wushed Barrett were not such a “nice lookin’, friendly chap.” However, business was business. And maybe he had it coming to him! You never I could tell. When Barrett alighted before the gateway of Gerald's new home, the Phillips’ place, the small car, which j still followed, slowed and came to a j stop. The man who had driven it j j leaned out to ask the w'ay to Benton. i Barrett again saluted him. He en- 1 joyed the casual friendships of the I | road, the giving a hail to the voy- j ager who probably would disappear , and never reappear. "Im sorry,” Barrett said. "You've taken the w'rong turn. You’re miles out of the w'ay, I'm afraid! I'm not certain myself of the spot w'here you cut east.” J t tt tt C GERALD came running from the J house as the stranger murmured a perplexed, distressed, "I'll be damned!” He studied Gerald as a man might who is thinking backward to find the turn he didn't take. His eyes seemed filmed by worry and irritation. but w'ithin him he was triumphant. "The kid is a Colvin,” he thought, "No doubt, of that! Same chin, eyes, sandy hair ” Was the woman, who now stood j in the doorw'ay the boy's mother? "Maybe your wife could tell me about the roads,” said the driver of the small car as he nodded to the woman who had now' stepi>ed from i j the house and to the porch. "Not my w-ife," said Barrett, smil- j ing. "But that W'on't keep her from ; telling you and she doubtless knows. I Mrs. Phillips!” he called. "Can you tell us the shortest road to Benton?” j She came hurrying down the steps ! toward them. "Its been a good while since I took that w'ay," she confessed, "and I hear there’s anew road ” "Maybe your husband can tell j me.” said the young man. She flushed and paled. Barrett said quickly, “Mrs. Phillips is a widow.” He was thinking of the short time she had been one and regretting the brutal reminder. j "A widow” echoed in the stranger's 1 mind. It w'as the old tale! And the : big guy looked so straight, too! "May I use your telephone?" i asked the driver of the small car. “Why. surely!” Mrs. Phillips answered with pleasant, rural heartiness. He called a blind number to tell "Lucy" that he would be late for dinner. Done with the telephone, I he asked for a glass of water, drank i it slowly and chatted with the unsuspicious woman. Yes, she took care of the little boy for Mr. Colvin. The boy was Mr. Colvin's adopted son. A nice, pleasant little fellow, the boy was. She was that fond of him! Mr. ' Colvin came up once a w'eek. The boy was to have anew tutor soon. He hadn't liked the old tutor. His name was Dexter, she thought. It seemed "kind of hard" to get good tutors to stay in the country. a a a THE sleek person with whom Lida had had a talk early that morning called her by telephone as she sat at her lonely dinner. Lida had been able to locate no one who would dine with her and Carra Woodbridge on being asked had been so icy as to be insulting! "I've good news for you!” sh heard over the wire. "It was pretty smart work to nail it down so quick—” "Oh. indeed yes.” Lida murmured. Then a sharpening, "What is the new's?” She heard the man clear his throat, Then he said. "It would be j better Mrs. Stafford, if I ran up to 1 your place to tell you. It ain't— j | it isn't a matter I can say so easy j Iby phone—” "I shall instruct my butler to ad- i mit. you.” she drawled. "Yes. mam—yes —ah. Mrs. Stafford. I'll be right along!” She hung up. triumphant. She held the whip now and Barrett would cower! She would show him I that she, Lida Stafford, was not i the woman to forget such rebuffs as he had given her. (To Be Continued)

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As Holt, reached the river, the little steamer was just docking. A crowd of curious natives and a group of whites were there before him. Among the latter was the post-doctor's wife. She greeted the popular young man gaily. “What an event it is! At home, in England, nobody pays the slightest attention.’’

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“Isn't it funny,” she chattered. “Just because were in Africa. Passengers! Europeans, too! That looks like an English girl. Don’t say our little community is to be extended. Yes—she’s getting off. Poor thing. If she only knew, she’d stay right on the boat.”

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John Holt saw w’ith astonishment the pretty girl leaning against the steamer-rail. Now she was coming down the gang-plank. “I think I ought to speak to her. She looks lost,” exclaimed fussy Mrs. Cutten. aw’are of her importance as the post s only W’hite woman.

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Holt continued to stare at the lovely girl. Ha had almost forgotten, these months in Africa, that such young women existed. He joined Mrs. Cutten. “Can I help you? I’m Mrs. Cutten,” he heard her say. The girl replied in a soft voice that made Holt’s heart leap queerly.

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