Indianapolis Times, Volume 48, Number 24, Indianapolis, Marion County, 8 April 1936 — Page 21

APRIL 8, 1936

A LOST STORY By Marie De Hervoud

'V~'<ENE GRAYSON doesn’t know VJ I’ve married again, you see.” Ellen Rosslter’s blue eyes clouded as she gazed through the quivering heat waves of the mesa to the distant buttes, then back to the older Df the two men on the ranch house porch. “That’s why I asked you out today. Mr. I didn’t even get your name.” Her light apologetic laugh held a breathless catch. “John Loring.” he supplied. “No wonder you missed out names in the uproar of the dance last night. That saxophone was hitting the high spots and no mistake. This is Bob Taylor, a fellow dude at the X Bar 9.” He paused as Helen nodded in recognition of the introduction, then added, “I had told him who you were before you asked me not to mention it.” “You couldn’t have told any one else?” Frank terror was in the glance that darted from one man to the other. “No.” John Loring’s inscrutable gray eyes rested with keen interest on the blond loveliness of the girl before him; a loveliness that was startlingly incongruous in its fragile sopohistication to this primitive setting. a a * ‘‘/~\H. I never should have gone to V-/ that dance!” Ellen’s distress broke out in a rush of words. “It’s the first time I’ve been to one. Ross loves so to dance, I couldn’t keep him from it forever. I just had to take a chance. “How could I know that someone would recognize me? Not that my face wasn't well enough known two years before, Heaven knows!” Bitterness twisted her lips as she pulled herself up short. “You say you know Gene ? Do you, too?” She turned to the younger man. Bob Taylor shook his head. “Only by hearsay. There’s a rumor that he’s going to marry again.” "Oh, I hope it's true!” Ellen nervously clasped and unclasped her hands. “If he could have another boy, perhaps he'd give up trying to get Tim! Only—only. Gene never gives up! That’s why you must promise you won’t tell a living soul you’ve seen me.” “You’ve been clever to elude him all this time,” Loring temporized. “You haven’t promised!” Ellen pierced through the evasion “But you will! You will, when you know the whole story.” She leaned forward with feverish eagerness. “All those things that came out in the divorce about me were lies! Lies that Gene paid people to tell!” a a a SHE caught her lip to keep back a sob. The two men stirred uncomfortably. “You can buy lies with money, you know.” Ellen went on. “And Gene never spares money to get what he wants. He wanted to get rid of me, but he wanted to keep Tim. Not that he cares anything about him; he never took the slightest interest in him, from the day he was born. “But he wanted to hurt me all he could, because I had wounded his vanity. Perhaps for Tim's sake. I should have gone on pretending not to see through him, even after he'd killed my love, but I couldn’t.” “Wounded vanity goes hard with a man like Grayson,” Loring commented, as Ellen paused, struggling with a valiant effort to control the quiver in her voice. “Oh, I know I was young and foolish and impulsive!" She spread out her hands with a gesture that was infinitely appealing. “But there wasn’t a word of truth in those lies! Only, I saw the judge believing them. He was going to give Tim to Gene! I knew it! So, that night, I took Tim away. • • a “T’D read once about this range X being the most remote spot in Wyoming. I had enough money to come here and live for a while. I got a job teaching school. Thenthen, I met Ross.” A soft glow, a radiance that lifted for a moment her tense distress, shone in her eyes. “Before we were married, I told him about Gene. He's promised me no one ever will take Tim away." "Then, you have nothing to worry about." John Loring kept his eyes resolutely away from the pleading blue ones that tried to force his gaze. “Oh, but I have!” Ellen gripped the arm of her chair. “I know Gene! If he thought I was happily married, he’d hound me down. He’d use his money again to fight me! He—he’s cruel. He'd want me to suffer. He’d take Tim, and Roes. That'* why ”

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The clatter of hoofs coming around the corner of the house interrupted her. “There’s Ross and Tim, now!” She ran to the steps, adding in an undertone, “Don’t let Ross know you recognize me! I don’t want to worry him.” The two men on the porch rose to meet their host, who dismounted, leaving the small boy who had beep riding before him, in the saddle. “Be right there!” he called in answer to Ellen’s breathless “Ross!” a a a HE swung Tim to the ground. sauntering after him with an amused grin as the child scampered up the steps and grabbed his mother’s hand. “Mummy! We had such fun!” With an engaging smile he swept the two strangers along with him in the account of the great adventure. “We found a steer bogged down, and daddy pulled him out, so now he’s as good as new!” “I’ll say he is!” Ross agreed. He greeted the two men with a genial nod as Ellen introduced them. “Didn’t I see you at the dance last inght?” He reached out a package of cigaret and lighted his own. ‘Yes, they were there with the crowd from the X Bar 9,” Ellen answered before either of the men had a chance. “They wanted to see a real cattle ranch, so I asked them out here.” “Glad to show you over the spread. But how about some eats first?” Ross glanced questioningly at Ellen. The glow of adoration in his deep set brown eyes and the lilting response of Ellen's upward gaze made John Loring turn abruptly to his companion, with a look of peremptory warning. T reckon we can’t stop any longer this morning,” his tone was gruff, “but maybe we can come again.” “Any time suits me.” Ross accompanied the men to their mounts. a a a A MOMENT later, they were riding out the gate. Bob Taylor glanced back at Ellen and Ross. They stood on the steps, witching them, her arm slipped through his, Tim still clinging to the other hand. The ranch house was lost in a dip of the mesa, before either of the men spoke. "And you told me I could get a better story by coming out here with you this morning for more detail!” Taylor's reproachful comment was followed by an abrupt demand, “What are you going to do about it?” ’’Do about it? What do you expect me to do about it?” Loring exploded. “I kissed a thousand dollars good-by when I saw those three together.” “You’re a peach of a detective, you are!’’ Bob Taylor’s relieved grin belied the scorn of his words. “How about you?” Loring countered. “I’m a peach of a reporter!” Taylor admitted cheerfully. “There goes one of the best stories of the year in the scrap heap, and I’m glad of it!” THE END. (Copyright ’36 by News Syndicate Cos.. Inc.) MERCATOR CLUB HEADS INSTALLED AT MEETING William Meub Is New President of Organization. New officers of the Mercator Club assumed their duties today after installation services yesterday at a luncheon meeting in the Columbia Club. They are William Meub, president; Russell Furr, vice president; Herman Hendren, secretary, and Harry Woodbury, treasurer. The retiring officers are the Rev. Allen Trout, president; Dr. George King, vice president; H. H. Schilling, secretary. and David White, treasurer. The club is to hold a stag party this evening for members in the Business Furniture Building, 112 E. Maryland-st. CITY CONTRACTOR TO ERECT I. U. BUILDING Le*Ue Colvin Bids $267,225 on Medical Structure. By United Preat BLOOMINGTON, Ind„ April 8 Leslie Colvin, Indianapolis, has been awarded the general contract for construction of anew medical builting at Indiana University. Colvin’s bid was $267,225. ' Other contracts awarded included; Heating, ventilating and plumbing —Hayes Bros., Indianapolis, $78,199. Electric wiring—Sanborn Electric Cos., Indianapolis, $24,885. Elevator—Otis Elevator Cos., Indianapolis, $5340. •A

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