Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 210, Indianapolis, Marion County, 11 January 1935 — Page 13

JAN. 11, 1935

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BEGIN HERE TODAY A-n rfollutor breaks her er.ragrment •-> T-:-y M:eM* the aame dy that Pe**r' Kr.'iail teli* Valeria Bennett, hi* flance. • v. everythin* is over between them, —. thinks she stll! loves Tony *t\<l r r Relieve* he stiil car*s (or Valeria, r vhn chance brings the two together Pete* asks Ann to marry him she Vey go to Florida and ate happy t Then Peter is recalled home H.s ; 7 'nibs Ann and Va.eria tries to .ble between Ann and P - r s- • • rc-eds Anally and Ann goes away. . no trace of her whereabout* r- "t desperately in love with her Is M.-ne. grows lonelier as the weens His eflorta to locate Ann are • . ..as found work as goverftess in • of Mrs. Tracy. an artist. A v.ncent. Mrs. Tracy's brother, is af r ” tiie to Ann V era. scheming to win Peter back. pr ades him to hire Allan Vincent to d< ate - he home he bought for /nn. A nr. learns the house Allan Is r :.v:r.g belong* to Peter Convinced peter plans to divorce her ana ..- rrv Valeria soon. Ann leaves the 7'. - heme. She becomes a cler* in a r store. She m(f< Allan one ramv and he per* lades her to drive - w;th him for dinner. After she lc i -he car she realizes he has been c: kin*. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER FORTY-TWO (Continued > IT rained ail day. Just a drizzle . luring the morning, then a hard, driving rain in the afternoon, c ;i:ng against the drab little in sudden, fierce gusts. Few - corners came in and the long a,,” dngged to a close. Ann hid not gone out for lunch. TANARUS:. ■ Barbers had insisted that she sr uld hare their simple fare. But v.i.'-n 6 o'clock came Ann bundled ir.’o iirr coat, put on her galoshes and Varied homeward—the big umbrAla Prof. Barber had insisted on If-’ img her. held close to her head. A car came splashing along on fh.p ■.tcr-filled street and drew up bv the curb. ‘Ann!” ‘'Allan.” • r heaven’s sake, get in here. v: !r, do you mean starting out in ti, rain?” Ann climbed in. “What in the r id are you doing on this street?” What would I be doing here but locking for you? They said in the store that you had just started off to ratch a car.” You probably saved me a wetting " Probably saved you pneumonia. Oi all the dumb bunnies!” "Anyway, I'm glad you came.” “You’re going home with me for dinner. The kids want you to come.” I really shouldn't. I haven’t been very well today. Some other time—” No time like the present. I’m taking you homg. Lois is expecting you.” “Well, all right. I'd love to see them all.” They sped through the city and soon were on the highway. The speedometer was touching 45. Now it registered 50. Ann saw that Allan was driving too fast and not very carefully. ’ Let's slow up a bit,” she suggested. 1 Let’s not.” He laughed. He had been drinking. She could smell the liquor, and even if she had not the way he was handling the car would have told the story. Ann wishes suddenly that she had not come. a a a CHAPTER FORTY-THREE ANN was glad when the drive ended. She sprang from the car without waiting for Allan's assistance and ran up the steps. Allan followed. He opened the door with his key instead of ringing the bell. “Go in and take off your coat and hat,” he said. “I think I'd better run the car in the garage. It looks as though another heavy rain is due.” Ann went in. It was cozy and warm inside—and quiet. A log fire smoldered in the living room. Allan came in. He went over to kick the logs toge* >er and said, •'Well have a ro.it fire burning in r mv studio in a little while.” “Where arethe children and Mrs. Tracy?” Ann asked. ‘They'll be along. Here, take off that damp coat.” He helped her remove it. his hands lingering on her arms. Ann drew away from hi;n. Walking to a mirror, she began taking oiT her hat. Allan grinned. ‘‘Same old Ann. F’andoffish as ever. It's deuced cold In here How about a pickmeup?” 'No. thank you, Allan. I'm quite Warm.” "I'll have one then if you don't tnird When he came back Arn was ftarmg at the brimming asntrays cn the console, on the coffee tabie. "Allan.” she asked quietly, "where Is Mrs. Tracy?” After a moment he said, “In Virginia.” "In Virginia!" Ann's voice was excited. “And you brought me here! I wouldn't have thought you'd do a thing like that.” “Why not?” Ann faced him tensely. Allan mrt hr eyes uneasily. “What's the harm? I knew you wouldn't come if I told you they were away. Would you have come?” ' No. of course not.” “There!” “You must take me home—now,’’ Ann said steadily. He laughed. “And spend the evetrng alone in this tomb! Don't be Billy.” Please, Allan. You must realize I can't stay here with you.” “Why not? Who will know anything about it. anywajtf” He was smiling queerlv. This was anew Allan. Ann decided. A dangerous Allan. He had been drinking, not a little as she had thought at first, but entirely too much. The evidence was In his b. xxishot eyes, his haggard, flushed face. “Sure you won't have a drink?” he asked. “No.” “I'll have another then, and be right back.” nan HE went into the kitchen ar.d mixed another stiff drink. He drank it and poured more into his glass. He wanted to forget Anns eyes. They had been frightened, appealing rather than accusing. What was the matter with me girl, making so much fuss over what lots of girls would consider a lark? What had being good brought Ann? Only that stuffy place in a book store and the companionship of an old worn-out couple whose lives, he hadn't a doubt, had been ruined by the same sort of ideals Ann had. Being good had brought Ann to the place where she wore a cheap brown coat and a funny little hat she had probably picked up in a basement, to the point where she

| slopped about in the cold rain wearing ugly galoshes when she could be j riding around in warm cars. This type of reasoning was making Allan feel better. He was beginning to forget how Ann's eyes had looked. In the living room, Ann was trying to be calm, to think clearly. I'm trapped,” she was telling herself. “He planned this. I must not antagonize him.” It was going to be a fight. Matchi ing wits. She went into the kitchen. Allan got up from the table, came over I to her and pulled her head firmly , against his shoulder. Ann broke | away, saying lightly, “Not now. I've ; changed my mind. I do want a ! cocktail.” i She vould see that he was pleased. “That's sensible,” Allan said. ‘You're a better sport than T thought you were. I was afraid you I were going to whine some more I about going home.” “You wouldn't take me, would iyou?” “What do you think?” Striving to keep her voice light, to keep her fear from showing, Ann said, “Well, since I can't walk back through this rain I’ve decided not to be poor company.” “That’s the spirit. Come on in I the studio. I’ve had a fire there all day. I’ll put on more wood.” a a a THE studio was warm. Ann sat down on a stool near the fire, watching Allan life fresh wood j from the built-in wood box, stumbling a little as he carried it to the j fire. “We don't need a light, do we, darling?” “No.” Ann said. “It’s nicer in the firelight." Her face was very pale. “He's really not bad,” Ann was reasoning. “It’s just that he’s lived so long with unconventional people, people who had no morals.” “He's just a stupid boy,” she was telling herself, “or he would never have planned this. He would never have dreamed of doing a thing like this, if he had not been drinking.” Stupid, half-drunk, Allan should not be difficult to outwit. She must play a role that would be utterly new to her. “I love this room.” Ann said. “Couldn’t we have supper here?” “Supper?” “I haven't had a bite since noon. Only a sandwdeh and milk then. Where is that dinner you promised me?” “You’re hungry?” “Ravenous.” “Os course you are. What a host I'm turning out to be! Let’s raid the ice box.” “You raid it while I enjoy the fire. I’m really dead, Allan. On my feet all day. Os course if you don’t think you can manage—” “Os course I can. I’m a real cook.” He stood looking down at her. He touched her hair, tentatively, caresingly. “You are adorable. Ann, you do forgive me? It was the only way I knew. I’ve wanted you so. It was like a fever—driving me mad.” “What is there to forgive?” Ann said gayly. “Will you make coffee, Allan? Make it strong.” “What else?” “Bacon. And I’d like eggs.” “You want breakfast, not supper.”

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, “You'd never cook two meals.” She glanced up at him and met his long, eager look. He was completely deceived, she saw. Sober, his wits would have been sharper. Sober, he could never have plotted as he had. And she knew that tomorrow he would be sorry. Tomorrow when it would be too late unless she were more clever than he. All her faculties were sharpened by danger. a a a ALLAN stooped, kissing her hair, and then went to the kitchen. There were three exits. One at the rear. It would be necessary to pass through the kitchen that way. There was a door leading outside 4 from the sun parlor. It was kept locked, but there would be a key I in the lock if Ann were lucky. Some- ' times Sonnv removed it. Ann prayed ' that the key would be there. She would go into the front of the house, turn on the radio and then unlock the door, putting the key in the lock on the outside. : Then she would open the front door, I come back, step through the side • door, lock it and wait. Allan’s first j thought would be to look about probably. The door to the sun parlor would be locked and he wouldn’t suspect her trick. He would dash through the front door, get his car and search for her on the road that led to town. He would know she couldn’t be far away. When he didn’t find her he would return and she would be here. In the meantime she would have called a taxi.' She would insist that the driver write down the directions. She must be sure, sure that he would make no errors. Ann went to the kitchen door, humming “Stormy Weather.” “Stormy is right,” Allan grinned. “The bacon smells good. Supper almost ready?” “Almost.” Ann started toward the front of the house. “Allan, isn’t Heebie Wilson broadcasting from the Peacock tonight?” “Gosh, Ann.” he muttered, “I don’t keep up with jazz programs.” “You miss something,” Ann called lightly from the living room. She turned on the radio. In a moment more there was a blare of sound. “It’s murderous. Turn the dam thing low.” “All right. I don’t think this is his program. “She was twirling the dial, one program merging into another. “I have it now. Doesn’t that sound swell?” Under the steady flow of melody Ann crossed to the sun parlor and French doors. The key was in the lock. (To Be Continued) Council Meets Indianapolis Educational Council members met for luncheon Wednesday to discuss a benefit card party to be held Feb. 20. Mrs. Earl Irwin was hostess and .the program included reviews of the lives of Stonewall Jackson, Robert E. Lee, Benjamin Franklin and William McKinley.

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