Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 28 October 1936 — Page 24

BEGIN. HERE TODAY and Careline Meed live on a

it grandfather, Major Sam Meed, two old colored servants, Althy sand Kate Is engaged to Morgan whe neglects her for beauti-

Joses the farm to Jeff bitter young meuntaineer. Jef for taking their home. her insolent treatment, Jeff ot prevent himself from lo¥ing her. Kate plans a bayride, but the party te be » humiliating failure. Next Morgan tells Kate they can be marif she will send Caroline off to find Job and put her grandfather in a Rome for veterans. Kate, because of her love for Morgan, tries to excuse his cruel

“This is the way it stands, Eve,” Morgan said. “I told Kate we'd get demands, married if she'd ditch her family. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY I hope to Heaven she turns me _— A 1” CHAPTER NINETEEN | Eve shook her head wisely. “She offices of the law firm of = yt, of 4 course, you pus _baby. Prentiss & Elwell occupied sev- | iessages ou’re good a cate ou’re eral old-fashioned ron? over a didn’t get them, so I knew you were | the best looking male in town and hardware store on Center-st. | 1ar away. Occupied with some'other | you're nicely set in a good law Though unpretentiously housed, it | Woman . . . Kate Meed?” firm. You've got that $30,000— was one of the most important legal I drove out there about 9,” Mor- | excuse me for being personal!— firms in the state. Some day the |83D answered. “Then we went to| that your mother left you. If name on the window would pe|Blue Grass Inn and danced till| Kate’s withholding her ‘yes’ it’s

changed to Prentiss,” Judge Prentiss’ into the partnership (on a begin-

" ner’s basis) two years before, after

graduation from the University of Virginia.

Morgan was alone in the office |

today. Judge Prentiss was trout fishing in Canada, and Mr. Elwell was in Lexington on business. Morgan had just persuaded a client to compromise with a man he wanted to sue.

“After all, Mr. Brown,” Morgan pointed out, “we can’t have everything in this world. It would be pleasant, I grant you, but no one’s ever found the way to work it.”

HEN the client had gone Morgan reflected on his own advice. He had actually directed that statement at himself. He was thinking of his provisional proposal to Kate Meed the night before. She would accept his terms, of course, and they would be married soon. In many ways he'd be short-changed when he got Kate Meed. There were a great many things she lacked that the wife of a rising young lawyer should have —money, influence, ambition, a talent for diplomacy. “But she stirs me,” he admitted. “There's some kind of charm and power in her make-up that the others lack.” It was not the first time he had argued pro and con about Kate. After Cynthia Chenault’s dance * Morgan had suspected that Eve Elwell was making a play for him. The thought flattered him. Eve with her many admirers scattered over the country. Eve with her good looks and her cynical wise-cracking. Eve who made every other girl in the neighborhood (except Cynthia 4 Chenault) look small-town and provincial. Was Eve actually fishing for him, he wondered, or was she only keeping in practice un- _ , til bigger game drifted into sight?

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ED time and again to jilt Kate Meed and be done with her, Morgan had refrained, for reasons too complex to untangle. Eve might be playing with him. And then, Kate herself held him strangely. He was often conscious of a nostalgia, for her vivid personality, her simple devotion and strength. « » » Seeing her again at that miserable party of hers had been his undoing. He had abhorred the party, had groaned over it with Eve afterward. Yet Kate's sweetness and gallantry through it all had touched a part of his heart that was still uncalloused and chivalrous. Last night he had impulsively gone $0 her with his proposal. ~ The office telephone rang. The secretary answered in an adjoining room and Morgan could hear her side of the conversation: “Yes, Eve . . . No, your father’s out of town today. Is there something I could do for you? ... Yes, Bar Prentiss is in. Wait. I'll call

Morgan picked up his telephone. “Hello, Eve!” “Hello, Morgan. I wanted to ask Dad something—I'd forgotten he's out of town. Listen, you poor slave, Jeave the office to Miss Carter and come on out here for a tall, frosty Julep. . . . I mean you're coming,” she said as he made a protesting sound.

: E agreed to go. No clients were in sight. He was pretty well "caught up on work and he was tired of the sound of the droning electric fan, revolving above his head. These common-place facts were the only

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“Not too good, I hope?” said Eve shrewdly. “I mean there was a tricky moon last night.” She caught the tell-tale emotions that flitted across his face. “Morgan, I hope you haven't gotten yourself really involved with Kate Meed? Engaged, I mean?” “It’s hanging fire,” Morgan replied. “I might as well be honest

with you. So what—as we used to

say so cutely.” “It’s a terrible mistake!” Eve said violently. “After all, I'm fond of Kate, you know!” - “That's not enough!” Eve exclaimed. “Being fond’s not enough, Morgan! You've got to be fond of the right person to make a success of marriage.” “I suppose you're right,” Morgan answered sullenly. “I've felt all along that Kate Meed wasn’t the right person for me. But I just drifted into this thing somehow--" = = 2 : VE said understandingly, sweetly, leaning toward him and

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ditch a dozen families for you. Though you can take my word for it, Morgan, the Meeds won't stay ditched.. You'll have them all on Your back eventually.” Morgan stopped in his pacing and stood in front of her. A surprised and daring look was in his eyes. He quoted experimentally, “ ‘Methinks the lady doth protest too much! Are you fishing for me, by any chance, you hussy?”’ “I've been fishing for you for weeks,” Eve replied. “You're not my best prospect, by any means, but I happen to be crazy about you.” She got up and walked into his arms and left the rest to human nature.

Later she said, “Pou must go to-

night and have it out with her, Morgan. Delays are dangerous. You must tell her, right off, that you can’t let her make the sacrifice you asked her to make last night—" “Eve, you're wonderful,” Morgan said tenderly. He felt as if he had been about to step over a precipice, and Eve had saved him.

touching his hands, “Your chivalry)

(To Be Continued)

ARGE CLIFTON boarded the cross-town bus and sank wearily into a seat. Her blue eyes were troubled as she glanced unseeingly out the window, and her fingers played nervously with the ring on her left hand—

She looked at"the ring, suddenly. and sighed. “Gosh ., .” she thought, “if Fred knew, he'd have a fit. . . . But it's the only way out.” She had to do it—had to part with her diamond engagement ring. A hundred dollars was a lot of money to losé playing bridge. She'd do anything to keep Fred from know ing. ... : She had learned her lesson, Marge told herself, and from now on she'd be a_good wife and save Fred's money. She was through with gambling forever... .. She had suffered enough the past week, trying’ io figure out some way of getting fhe hundred dollars. “It’s a good thing Fred is so engrossed in his business lately,” she thought to herself, “or he’d have noticed something was worrying me. I'll get an imitation ring that looks like the real- one—and he’ll never know the difference.”

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SHE dug into her handbag and’ locked again at the card which bore the name and address of the jeweler from whom the ring had been purchased. “Ruben Carr, Jeweler.” She remembered Mr. Carr’s words of three years ago: “—and any time you want to trade it in for a new ring—eér you want to sell it . . .” he said, “You come to me. I'll give you the best price. This is a good diamond——" \ Marge hesitantly opéned the doo of Ruben Carr's establishment, and entered. The shop was empty save for the jeweler, who was standing behind the glass counter. She recognized him immediately... “Mr.—Mr. Carr...” The jeweler nodded, a professional smile on his face.

LUMSILY, Marge took her en- ! gagement ring from her finger, and held it out to him. “I—I bought this ring from you several years ago. You said then that if I—if I—-" the

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the money at the moment, and the I.,0. Us had to be paid. The.ring was the only way out. But silently he vowed never to gamble again. He’d make it up to Marge, too. Later, he’d buy her another ring. “It’s a good thing,” he thought

grimly, “that Marge was so busy,

with her bridge parties lately, or she’d have suspected something— the way I've been worried.”

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UBEN CARR'S words at the time they had bought the ring, came back to him: “If you ever want to sell this ring, come to see me.” And Fred prayed that he would get a hundred dollars for the ring. . . . He assumed a brisk attitude in extending the ring across the counter to the jeweler. “You remember when 1 bought this ring”“."". .” he said. 1 Ruben opened his mouth to say something, then changed his mind as he looked more closely at the ring—then up at Fred. His eyes lit up and his face creased in smiles. “Why sure I remember you. I remember all my customers .. . . and especially this ring. You want to sell it—?” a Fred nodded and his pulse quickened. “What will you give me for it?” “Well, let me see. . .. . jeweler gazed thoughtfully at the ring in his hand.. “I'll give you a hundred and fifty dollars for it. That’s the best Icando. . . J”

RED exulted. $150! Why, with that extra $50 he could buy poor Marge a swell present. It would ease his conscience a little. He'd be good to Marge. There wouldn’t be any more gambling . . « and with a wide grin on his face, Fred Clifton left the shop. “Oh, Hymie . ...” Ruben said to his clerk, as soon:.as the door had closed, “put this ring with the rest of those paste imitations—" The clerk’s mouth fell ‘agape in astonishment. “What's the matter, Ruben, don't you feel good? You just gave $150 for that ring—and you say it’s paste—?”

Ruben sighed deeply and nodded. |

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