Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 72, Indianapolis, Marion County, 3 August 1933 — Page 15

AUG. 3. 1933.

BARGAIN! J3RIDE KATHARINE HAVILAND TAYIO& •039 M(A *fttvicf, t*C.

CHAPTER FORTY-SIX HOB TELFARE arrived on the follow ing Friday afternoon. Barrett meermg him a* the station, feh for *he first ’im* an Impulse of friendliness toward the younger man Hi’" Bob sung out heartily He and h' arrl the gossip about Barrett s v >rd and refused to believe a word of it Bob w uld admit tha Barret Colvin might be "dumn” but lie wasn't the sort to be involved in ssh an affair a. 1 - the goßMpers inferred P was good of you to come down Bob said Barrett < t'sitl ol me? Sav. how do you t ■ Mia" way? It was swell of you to usK me Ls rhat the youngster ti. the rumble seat of your car? Ye I ippose there s been some talk about him'' Oh. sure You know how people are’ But as I figure it out, it doesn't matter much what people say so long as you know the truth yourself. There are some people In the world who always have to have something to talk about. And they're not worth considering!" They were almost b->ide the car now and Gerald had climbed out. Barrett introduced him This is my adopted oi. Gerald Colvin. Mr. Telfare.' Gerald's own name M r< had oi course been abandoned How do vr'u an d ’ Gerald stam-mei-f : grinning and rivaling thus the missing iron' tooth that seems to make a certain type of small boy so much more appealing. They 'tied themselves in the car and I ib told Gerald about the p sent sis- i. id brought for him 'Gee' • said the youngster And then. I'll have a lot of fun with It. Mr. Telfare Will you play with me?" Bob assured him that he would. “Nice kid'" he said to Barrett after they were on tlv-ir way a a a Cj-'iiE car. reaching the ’op of a 1 lull presented a view of the sound. It was a view Bi-rett had come Bn like, giving a- uggestion. a it did. of F.nglish downs and their tranquility Bob murmured that it would be a "sw 'll place lor a golf course ’ Barrett laughed at that. “I like you, Bob!" he announced. Why not?" the othpr asked, adding. "It’s easier to like people. 1 do generally, having a weakness for peace and comfort." It's not always easy,” Barrett said for an older man to like a young man— whom his wife likes!" • How do you get that way?" Bob asked indignantly. Then ne turned, grinning. "Say, was that your old complaint aL Aiken?" "Yes," Barrett admitted. "But. Elinor never would look at me if you were in the same room! And she didn't before you stepped into the picture either. I guess I used to make myself pretty much of a pest. You see, I was cra/.v over her and I still am. but it needn’t trouble you. nor her ither She never gave me the slightest encouragement. You know how Elinor is. Square as thpy make 'em. I remember one time I lost my head and kissed her—Gosh!" The boy was speaking the truth. Barrett knew And he also knew that he was seeing the world mistily. that he had never been so happy nor felt so humble, and that he must be on guard lest he give himself away completely. Bob went on. “Speaking frankly,” he said," —and as an old friend of Elinor's. I hoi>e you'll forgive me for saying this—l have often wondered how she could be the kind of a girl she is. Her mother’s the biggest liar thus side of hell Bv the way, can the kid back there hear what I'm saying?” a a a BARRETT assured him that he could not. Aside from the Thropos.” Bob went on. "they're all bad eggs in their various ways. Her father

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i adored Elinor but he had his weakness. and she knew all abet them. That's not so nice for a decent girl. And you know how h*> drank—stewed to the gills every night, lurching all over the place ” Yes." Barrett conceded not quite steadily. Then there's Philip Sexton After Elinor settled that SIOO,OOO on him he was whinninp all the time for more " Barrett was all attention Philip Sexton. So that was where he SiOQ.OOO had gone! He had thought Elinor kept the money fvr herself after pretending such scorn for Miss Ella's money. "I met her one day la r t winter at Phils." Bob went on I've sort of kept m touch with Phil because I did think he had a raw deal Elinor used to go to see him often. Philip was sick, and whenever she came all he did was to ta'k of how much you and she had and how little he had. He s a bum if there ever was one!" ' I didn't know he was in New York Barrett heard himself say. That was Phil's secret. He didn't want any one to Know. He was awfully sensitive about that scandal he was mixed up in Forging Miss Sexton's check, you know You did know about that, didn't you?” Yes I knew that.” B<->b considered the matter in his slow way. “Look here he said abruptly. "I'm afraid I've ! ’ the rat out of the bag I supposed of course zou knew Elinor went to see Philip and that he was in town —” "I didn't, but I'm very glad to know it now." 11l have to confess to Elinor.” Bob said. "But I guess she'll forgive me.” a a a ELINOR was waiting for them on the terrace, that ran before the house. "Here's our friend,” Barrett called as he put on the brakes. Elinor didn't understand Barrett's eyesthe reverent, humble apology that was written in them "Bob!” she said, looking up and smiling. ' He brought me a present,” Gerald reminded, his eyes on the luggage and boxes. At dinner that night Bob was pleasantly reassured of Elinor's happiness. She glowed Barrett’s heart went down anew. To see such a change in her made by another man! He breathed deeply, reminded himself that her happiness was the one thing he wanted, and was able to force a smile. Bob made his confession about "spilling the beans” concerning Philip. "I didn't know that Barrett didn't know about it. Elinor," Bob said sheepishly. "It doesn't matter," she assured him. "I didn't tell him because Philip was so insistent that no one must know. And he was so good to me when I was a child that I felt I had to respect his wishes, she said. He didn’t want anyone to know he was in New York or that I had given him the money. Philip has so much pride—not the right kind of pride, either. It's the kind that exists so long as facts are kept hidden, so long as he can pretend that, no one helps him. It’s difficult to explain but I felt I owed him a good deal. And so I promised I've often thought it was a mistake. Am I forgiven. Barry?" she finished. "My dear!” Barrett stammered. "You know you are!” Bob Telfare glanced from one to the other and reflected. "They’re crazy about each other.” Actually, there had been tears In Barrett's eyes, brought there by Elinor's question. Well, Bob could understand that. If things had been different he. too, would have been able to feel a smart beneath the eyelids, with her showing need of his approval. (To Be Continued!

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' Poor John." said Jean, lightly, placing her hand on Holt s arm. "Oh. you needn't feel sorry for me." broke in Holt. ‘Tve got a lot to be thankful for. I see you every day. That's something. Jean. I'm not a bit romantic or anything like that, but if . . .

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. . if we get through this—all right—is there any kind of chance for me?” ' With me?" she asked. "I haven't about it MUCH!" "Will you?" he urged. "It s difficult to say—but since you came out here event hmg is quite different. I thought I hated this place—buv—

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The cry of a hyena broke harshly on their mood "Old man hyena sounds pretty lively,” remarked Holt • Horrible noise, isn t it?" said Jean, "and vet—l dont know—it's pan of it all." "You love it. don't you?" Holt asked. "Love it? Who wouldnt? Look: she exclaimed.

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