Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 16 January 1937 — Page 14

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BEGIN HERE TODAY Paul I, King of Northumbra, becomes private citizen Paul Perrone when he abdicates for the love of Ardath Richmond, Canadian-born ‘actress. Paul's younger brother, Joseph, succeeds to the kingship. : With calm finality, Paul signs the formal abdication documents and then flies away to marry Ardath. They choose a charming villa on the Bay of St. Francis. " Paul revels in his new freedom. He is happy with his bride. And then one day he walks into the nearby village of San Lorenzo and finds he is not “free at all —the eyes of the curious, peasants, the whole world, are on him, prying. He flees homeward, sick at heart. Nights later he visits a casino with Ardath, meets the vacuous Countess di Marco, the American playboy, Reggie Van Twyne and Mrs. Van Twyne. The evening wears .on. Suddenly Mrs. Van Twyne, inebriated, peels her gown over her head and begins a fan dance. Someone tugs at Paul's elbow. A voice says, “Well, was it such a bargain —giving up a throne for . . . this?” NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY

The characters and situations in this story are wholly fictional and imaginary and are not intended to portray any actual persons or events.

CHAPTER FOUR

~NTARTLED, Paul spun about. There stood a short man in a

tweed suit—a short man, pro- |

foundly tanned, with a little gray | goatee, and with dark eyes that] looked out of a network of fine wrinkles. : | “Dr. Sonders!” said Paul. “Wherever did—" “Where did I come from, and how did I get here?” said the little man, shaking the hand which Paul thrust at him. “I'm on my way hack to the diggings in Guatemala. Stopped off to see the Marquis de Sauze and try to get a contribution out of him. He brought me over here. And, meanwhile, what about answering my question?” Dr. Sonders was looking up quizzically. He had been Paul's tutor, or .one of them, back in university days. Now he was one of the world’s most famous archeologists. He was an outspoken, sardonic little man, awed ky no one and impressed by nothing. Your blankly. . “Yes. I asked you”—Dr. Sonders waved his hand vaguely at the chattering crowd—“if it was a good bargain, to exchange a throne for this?” > : Paul looked about him. The air was hazy with tobacco smoke, heavy with that and with perfume, powder and the infinitely mixed aroma from the bar. People were beginning to look flushed and disheveled. Their voices were louder than need be, their laughter was a little shrill. ” “Y ETS go outside in the air,” + said Paul. He guided the little | * scientist out to the veranda and found a little table by the railing. Out in the bay gleamed the lights of | a cruise ship at anchor. The two men sat down and Dr. Sonders

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subjected Paul to a careful scrutiny. | > ! business conducted by old W. J.

You needn't answer the question,” said Dr. Sonders. ‘“After all, there’s only one answer you could possibly make.” ‘But it wasn’t a fair question,” objected Paul. “After all, Doctor, I didn’t exch&nge my throne for— this.” No? What did you exchange it for?” ! YI didn’t ‘exchange’ it for anything, strictly” speaking. But if you must make a bargain out of it, let's say I exchanged it for—for life, for freedom, for the chance to—to realize whatever potentialities I have for living.” : “Hmmm. And all of this is life, freedom and the chance to realize your God-given potentialities?” Paul colored. His old tutor could always make him feel like a stammering schoolboy who had scamped his lessons. “That isn’t fair, either, Doctor,” he said. “You take one night at a frivolous night resort and make it. stand for a whole career.” Dr. Sonders shook his head and thrust his goatee forward aggressively. “Paul, Paul, it isn’t just one night. I read the papers, my boy.” “The papers?” 2 ” ”

“QURELY. You don’t suppose that the people of Northumbra are left in ignorance of the way in which you are spending your time, -do you? They get all the details— including doubtless, some that are quite imaginary. But unless there is a great deal more of imagination in these accounts than I have ever “known our newspapers to be guilty of, this night is a pretty fair sample, after all. “I don’t mean,” he went on, raising a hand as Paul opened his lips to protest, “I don’t mean that there’s anything so terribly bad or abandoned about this crowd here tonight. There’s no harm in them . .. hot in most of them, anyhow. But Paul, Paul—I ‘do hate to see pearls cast before swine.” “Meaning—?" “Meaning this.” The doctor stroked his goatee and looked out over the bay at the lights of the cruise ship. “Paul, I had a King. He was a ~ fine young man, tall and handsome as a King should be, and he had a keen mind and a warm heart and his soul was clean. He sat in a high place and he was like a beacon and a symbol to millions of this earth’s tired people. To those who needed an ideal he was a shining example of the simple decent goodness that humanity now and then is capable of; to those who were oppressed and beaten, he was the symbol of that help and that justice which men must believe in if they are to live. “To these millions, Paul, that King was not an abstraction, and the throne he sat on was not merely a convenient figment of government. ‘He was real and his throne was real, and together they meant much.” The doctor paused and stopped stroking his goatee. His eyes looked ‘out from the wrinkles that the sburning sun of the-tropics had put about them, and they looked old and tired. vo n 8: n .“Y HAD a King, Paul, and he deA serted me,” he went on at last. . “He left me because, as King, he might not marry the woman he ~loved. No, don’t interrupt me, Paul. I know that the traditions, the preJudices and the laws which kept the empire of Northumbra from admit“ting an actress to its throne as "Queen are narrow and stupid. It was not fair or just, at all. But a King is a King to stand unfairness cand injustice—yes, and loneliness

and doubt and;unhappiness too, if need be.” Again he paused. “That part is as it may be,” he said at last. “The decision was his to make, and—knowing him as I do—I am sure that he did not make it lightly. It is what comes after the decision that worries me now. “For my King, Paul, did not give up his responsibility when he gave up his throne. He could not give that up, and he never can as long as he may live. For when he gave up his throne, he said, in effect, “There is a thing for me to do which is so important that it counts for more even than the throne of an empire. I must be away and do it at whatever cost.’ “So he went away to do it—and what did he do? He went to the pleasure coast and let himself be the magnet and the lodestar for the frivolous, the bored and the uselessly rich of two continents. If he were preparing for some great

‘task it would be different; if he were

preparing for nothing more than a quietly useful life as a Canadian wheat rancher, say, it would be dif-

ferent. . “But as it is—Paul, what are these people worth? empire?” Must you give them a King to play with?” 2 un

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man who had once been monarch. “But the time is so short,” protested Paul at length. “After all, Doctor, it has only been six weeks since my abdication. ‘What can I do, at this time? If I go out anywhere there are tourists and newspaper people and all sorts of idly curious gawkers to cluster around me. I almost fall over them. Can't I at least wait here until that sort of thing dies down a bit?” “It will never die down,” said the archeologist. “You will carry around with you the King you used to be, for the rest of your life. He will stand at your elbow wherever

you go, and you will see his re- |

flection in people’s eyes to the end of your life.”

Paul folded his arms on the little |

table and stared out over the dark bay. He had given his respect and love to this odd little scholar in his youthful, formative years; now he could only listen as the man talked, and feel miserably guilty. There was a long silence. At last Paul leaned forward ang looked earnestly at the piercing eyes in the bronzed and wrinkled face.

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“Grant - that everything you. say {s true,” he said. “What am I to do? My abdication is over and done with. I couldn’t withdraw that even if I wanted to. What am I to do?” “You paid g tremendous price for your freedom,” said Dr. Sonders. “To make a good bargain out of it, you must make that freedom worth a tremendous lot to you. You must justify it—not so much by what you do, for you have given up your chance for doing, but by what you are. “Freedom in itself means nothing. The poorest beggar on the highway has it. What are you going to do with it? Are you going to drift your life away here, a bored and useless idler? Or are you going to be what you were born to be, a King among men, a Prince in the great kingdom of free minds?” The doctor looked at him sadly.

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“J WILL tell you something,” he said abruptly. “Your brother Joseph is on the throne of Northumbra now. You know Joseph — young, intense, serious, idealistic. His people are learning to love him. And already it is being said—in wspapers, magazines and so on—

that his accession has changed the moral tone of the kingdom. It is being said that there is a revival of the homely old virtues because of

IS eyes : H found them, held them, bored | use chahgs in Kings

relentlessly into the soul of the |

“Are you going to let that be your epitaph—the fact that your kingdom was made the better by your departure?”

out: “Get away from this! Put your mind to work, live with everything there is in you. If you can think of nothing better to do, come out to Guatemala and help me dig into the ruins of buried cities and lost civilizations, so that when you come to die you can be least know that you left the race a little wiser than you found it. Do that, do anything —but don’t drift. For the sake of what you might he, Paul, don’t become the prisoner of your lost ! crown and your own freedom!”

attitude suddenly changed.

| i ’ | “I loved my young King. I still love him. There are millions like me, all over the. globe. Don’t let us down.

For us, there will always be a crown |

nn- your head. Be worthy of it!”

He gave the young man’s shoulder | a final squeeze, turned quickly, and

was gone.

(To Be Continued)

HERM LAUGHTON was an advertising space salesman for the Plainville Chronicle. His list of prospects included the insurance

Browne, the stubbornest man in

town. So far, Sherm had failed to make any headway with W. J. Then, love stepped in to add to his troubles, for old W. J. happened to be the father of the girl in the case—pretty Gloria Browne. There is something about love that can not bé concealed, and when old W. J. discovered that Gloria had. fallen in love with Sherm Laughton, he immediately went into a fit of stubbornness that exceeded any of his previous efforts. Sherm stoutly defended his and Gloria’s right to fall in love, then further enraged W. J. by suggesting that they be permitted to marry. Old W. J. was furious. He had no particular reason for being against Sherm. It was just the perversity of his nature. He was against any young man who wanted to marry his daughter. He accused Sherm of scheming behind his back, and ordered him to get out of the house and stay out. Sherm got out.

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T_YOWEVER, Sherm had no intenXL'1 tion of letting love interfere with duty. The Chronicle wanted W. J.’s advertising, and Sherm was expected to get it. He was expected to call on his prospects regularly, and he was conscientious to the final degree. Hence, in the course of a few days, he found himself facing W. J. in his office. The old man stared at him in blank amazement for a moment, then rose from his chair. “You get out of here!” he ordered. “Get out or I'll have you thrown out!” “Mr. Browne, I'm not here on a personal call,” answered Sherm, without retreating a step. “I'm here on business, as a representative of the Chronicle.” “I don’t care why you're here!” W. J. fairly shouted. “I never have advertised in your yellow scandal sheet, and I don’t intend to start now. The Chronicle is no good. I wouldn’t put an ad in it if you paid me to! What is more, I wouldn't believe anything ever printed in it!” “If the Chronicle were not a reliable paper,” retorted Sherm, “I'd not be working for it.” “If ever I'm convinced that it prints the truth occasionally, I'll think about advertising in it,” said W. J. “Until then, get out!” “Okay,” said Sherm, and departed. ; 2 ” ”

HE CHRONICLE was the only daily paper in Plainville, and so, in spite of his contempt for it, W. J. was one of its regular readers. Reading it thoroughly and snorting at it was one of his after-dinner diversions. One evening, a few days after Sherm’s visit to his office, he was going through the paper as usual, when a headline over a small news item suddenly caught his eye. He sat stunned at the sight of Gloria’s name linked with Sherm’s: GLORIA BROWNE SECRETLY WED TO SHERM LAWTON. : He stared for a long moment, then shouted for Gloria. In a towering rage, he slapped the paper, indicating the offending news item.

“What’s the meaning of this!” he.

roared. “So you deceived me— sneaked off and got married behind my back. All right, you can just pack your things and join your worthless husband. And don’t ever come back here! I'm through with you—" At that moment, there was a knock on the door, and Sherm walked in, uninvited. “Good evening,” he said pleasantly. “You seem to be in something of a temper, ar. Browne,”

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W. J. spluttered and struggled to | find words to express his feelings. “Now just calm yourself,

! I called at your office—you possibly | remember it—you refused to put an ad ‘in the Chronicle but you said that, if you were ever convinced that the Chronicle occasionally printed the truth, you would consider advertising in it. I was outside on the porch and I overheard what you have just said to Gloria. I take it from your remarks, and from the way you are conducting yourself, that you are convinced that there is truth in the news item you have just read. Therefore, I'm going to bring you an ad tomorrow, and I expect you to keep your promise and let me insert it in the Chronicle.” “I'll do nothing of the kind!” snorted W. J. ” un # OW, now, Mr. Browne—surely youre a man of honor.” Sherm glanced at Gloria, smiled,

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the item that has at last convinced you that the Chronicle sometimes prints the truth happens to be entirely false.” “False!” shouted W. J. “Yes—but that doesn’t release you from your bargain, since you thought it was true. I consulted Gloria, and she agreed to let me give the false information to the Chronicle editor, just to see how you would react to the news.” “But what will people say?” gasped W. J. “How will you explain the appearance of that item in the paper?” . “There will be no need of explanation,” said Sherm. “Don’t you see—in order to make the item true, and keep people from talking, Gloria and I will have to be secretly married—now.” He put his arm around Gloria, who smiled up at him adoringly. “Well, Mr. Browne,” he said, “what do you say? Have we your approval, and shall I bring that ad around to you tomorrow?” Old W. J. had wilted. “You win,” he answered wearily. “And it won't be necessary to bring the ad around. Just run it and send me the statement for it.” (THE END)

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