Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 12 June 1937 — Page 14

by EUGENIA MACKIERNAN

CAST, OF CHARACTERS CORAL CRANDALL, heroin: senior at Elton College. DAVID ARMSTRONG, Elton chemistry professor and Coral’s husband. DONNA ALLEX, Coral’s sorority room-

mate. Coral’s he-time

HOYT MARQUIS, fiance. Yesterday: Coral's parents, unaware of her secret marriage, insist that she date Hoyt Marquis. Her mother telephones Hoyt. Desperately, Cora! picks up the receiver to talk to him.

CHAFTER FOUR | ORAL was sitting on the edge of a laboratory chair reading a letter from: Hoyt when David entered. She had been back af Elton for three "days, yet somehow, the opportunity for telling. David that Hoyt was coming for the Spring prom had not yet presented itself. Always she had been too happy to be with him again, too miserly of their moments together, to in‘roduce the subject. : | It was cowardly, she knew. David would have to know sooner or later. The longer she put it off, the worse it would be. | Yet each time she tried, the words refused tc come. As'she read Eoyt’s letter, apologetic for his behavior after the cocktail party, full of plans for the dance, she was more disturbed than ever. As David shu! the door and came toward her, she nerved herself. “I'll tell him now, and get it over.” she said to herself, and Lhen prayerfully, “Please don’t let him be angry. Make him understand!”

” 2 AVID kissed her. “Darling it's harder to get a moment alone with you tha to get an exclusive interview with the King oi Eng-

land.” ; . “It’s not so easy to see you alone, when it come: Fight down to cases,” Coral laughed. “I've been back three days and how often have I seen you? Once for dinner, once for a 10-minute walk across the campus, two chocolate sodas at the Tea Kettle, and that's all . . . outside of classes, whick. don’t count. Add that up and it ‘omes to about three hours and a half out of the last 72. Any other wife would have begun to ask questions long: ago. What have you been doing that’s kept you in the lab so much of the time?” “That’s a secret, Coral, for a while . . even from you. But I'll tell you first of all if everything works out as I'm loping it will “®h, Davi, tell me,” Coral’s eyes were alight with interest. “Is it a new experiment?” David chu:kled. “Remember what curiosity dit to the feline! You 11 know all in good time,” he finished in mock cordescension. “David, I am so proud of you,” Coral said, “I know that some day you're going to be one of the greatest chemists in the world, and I'll work for rou and wash ths test tubes and light the Bunsen burners, if you pron‘ise not to get proud and throw me gut!” ! Ea =» = AVID fwulled her to him, kissed her hair lightly. “That's one thing youl never need to worry about. If I ever become famous . . . note the if|. . . you can help me and T’ll wash yiur dishes. Fair enough?” The bantéring note forsook his voice. “Wz; there bad news in the letter you: were reading when I came in? You looked a bit worried.” “David, | there are a couple of things I want to talk over with you,” Coral ansv ered slowly. * “Don’t look so serious, sweet! Nothing is bad enough to make you look like tat? What's up? Tell me.” “Well, iirst of all, I'm worried about Doina. When I came in at noon she was almost hysterical about a lester from her father. You know, she'd had all kinds of trouble with the “ean, and to cap the cli- \ | max, Prof. Caine caught her cheating in her last history test. Her father hear! abcut it, and threatens to take her out of school and put her to work in his office if she doesn’t do better. She was scared sick!” i: : David shorted. “I wouldn't worry about thiit spoiled brat. She can take care of herself, all right. It wouldn’t be a bad thing for all concerned if her father did what he threatens. A little hard office work might krock some of the noisense out of he: head.” :

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{ORAI. sighed. “I know, David, but she’s always had her own way. It’s not really her fault that she’s spoiled. I can’t help worrying about her, difficult as she is.” And Corl thought to herself, “Even you don't know how difficult!? She had not yet told David that Donna knew their. secret. i “Coral, honey,” David said, “it’s like you to be so warm-hearted, but I weuldn’t worry about Donna. Affer ai, there's really nothing you can do . . . besides . . . you can’t tell me that she isn't perfectly atle to look out for herself. What was the other thing you had on your mind? You simply mustn't worry any more about Donna, Coral. She’s nei worth it. Let’s get on to question number two.” His voice was jocular, but his eyes reflected the sericus look which lay in Coral's.

Dr dear, I really don’t know how to tell you. I've done a dreadful ‘thing, buf, truly, I coulds’t help it. The family made me do it, David. You know -I didn’t want to!” The words tumbled fro: her lips. : David laughed. “What! Let’s get this straight, darling. Your family made you do what and I know you didn’t want to do what?” “Invite Hoyt Marquis * to the Spring prom.” Her words were blunt, her voice unnaturally shrill. David was stunned. “Asked Hoyt Marquis to the prom! I thought you werzs going with me.” 3 “David,” darling, please understand. I did plan to go with you, I do want to, but my family insisted that I ask him. I couldn’t tell them about us, could I?” She saw his face harden. “David, don’t look af me like that!” | “I' was under the impression that you didn't care for this Marquis chap. I see I was wrong.” His tone wzs angry , . . and hurt, terribly hut, ’ ; “Ii don’t care about him, David, you know that.” Corals voice was desperate, her eyes pleaded with : tc understand. “I love you!”

cut across her heart like the lash of a whip. ” ” ” OR minutes, which seemed forever, the laboratory was silent. David walked across the room and stood looking out of a window, his back, stiff and uncompromising, to Coral. She leaned against the long, zinc-covered table, her body limp, her eyes brimming with tears. Each waited for the other to speak. At last Coral said, “Won't you even try to understand?” “It. seems to me that I understand ‘only too well,” David answered brusquely. “I thought you loved me, that when we had to keep our marriage a secret you would observe the vows of fidelity, even though we hadn't proclaimed them tc the world. I had the mistaken idea that you were the kind of girl who wouldn’t regret the loss of freedom to pick and choose from between a dozen different men, that you would be satisfied to confine your attentions to me.” He turned and bowed to her in mock politeness. “I fully realize that I am only your husband, and perhaps have no right to ask favors of ‘you, such as the great one of begging you to hold open one date out of the entire

spring season, for me.” ” {oRAL was anhgry now. “How can you dare to say such things to me?” she cried. “You talk as if I had ‘betrayed you in the eyes of the whole world.” He smiled wryly. “Not the whole world, my pet. Youre much too clever for that. All that you have betrayed are the most sacred vows

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“I am jealous, childishly if you wish, because I thought you belonged to me.” ” 2 ” “PPUT don't you understand? I didn’t ask Hoyt here because I wanted to! My parents made me. It was that er tell them we were married!” : David strode from the window and stood facing her. “That’s just it. The fact that you preferred to break the promise you made when you married me, preferred to sacrifice our peace and happiness, rather than disobey your parents in such a small matter and cause a half hour’s unpleasantness.” But now Coral was calm, her heart hard and angry, the hurt burning at her soul . . . a fire not red but white. If he had so little trust in her, if he understood her so little, what was the use of further argument? Better to cut free now, before it was too late. ‘“Are you sick of your bargain, David?” she asked. “Now that you have found me so unworthy of your noble affection, do you regret that you are tied to me?”

” ” ” AVID sprang to his feet. “Coral, I'love you! Can’t you see that? Can’t you see I'm crazy with jealousy? I want you . always.

But if you love me, darling, tell Hoyt Marquis you can’t have him here for the dance after all. You can give him some explanation. Please, Coral, it means so much.” “Hoyt has made his plans. Believe me, David, if I could do any-

a man and woman can make together before their God. Or maybe you. don’t look at it like that. Apparently not. Your betrayal has been of a promise which, fortunately for you, was known only to us.”

“David, youre jealous. You're acting like a little hoy. Have you no faith in me? Did you marry me, trusting me as little as this? I care only for you, and you know it. How

thing about |it, I would. But it’s impossible. I can’t back down now. I've got to go through with it for my fam®y’s sake. You do see, David, don’t you?” He looked | at her wearily. “I'm afraid I don’t, There’s nothing more to say, is there?” He walked toward the door, opened it. - “David!” ishe cried. .But he was gone , . . was it forever?

can you be jealous?”

(To Be Continued)

~ Daily Short Story

THREAT FROM THE PAST—By Hugh F. Parker

ALE WEBSTER had been a confidence man, but no one in Bryantown knew it. No one, that 1s, except Hazel Barton—for which reason Dale was worried.

Dale leaned on his spade and looked about at the evidences of the new life he had created for himself—his house, the little piece of land from which he derived a living. He'd worked hard for it all and had acquired it all honestly. And now... He reached into his pocket and drew out the note he had received that morning. “If Mr. Dale Webster,” it read, and the name was underscored with a mocking line, “will join me at tea, he will see some interesting papers.” It was signed “Hazel Barton.”

Dale flung his spade viciously to the ground and entered his house. Ten yeays ago, he’d wiped the slate clean. Ten years ago, after a term in prison, he’d left the city and the old life. He'd come to Bryantown and begun again. He had suceeeded. Everyone in Bryantown knew and liked him. The past was dead.

That is, he'd thought the past was dead, but he had been wrong. It had only been sleeping. And now, it had caught up with him through his best friend, Henry Barton, head of the town’s little bank. : It had happened suddenly. Henry had gone to the city for a short period and, when he came back, he was married. Dale thought of the pleasure with: which he'd gone to the station to meet the bridal couple —pleasure that had turned to dismay when he'd seen that Henry’s new wife was Hazel Grosnik!

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ALE put on his coat and walked over to the Barton house. Hazel was waiting. She flashed him a smile. “Hello, down.”

He dropped carelessly to a couch. “What's the game?” “Why, Mr. Webster!” She accented the name significantly. “What a way to talk! There's no game. I just want some help from you.” “What do you mean?” “To put it bluntly, I want two grand. This chump I married isn't as rich as I'd figured, and I mean to get out of this hick town, but there's no sense in leaving with empty pockets when I see an opportunity to make a little money before I go.” - “Well — How do I enter your plans?” Dale asked. His voice was hard. : : Hazel went to hier desk. She took a newspaper clipping from it, and handed it to him. “That’s how. And by the way, don’t bother to tear it up. I've plenty of others.” > Dale read the clipping. Across the top ran the words, “Confidence Man Sentenced.” Beneath, was a picture, and the face was his, though the name in the caption was not Dale’ Webster. “So you want $2000?” he said. “That’s right.” Hazel smiled at him. “Be reasonable, and the file of clippings is yours.” : “Suppose I just tell Henry?” She shrugged. “Go ahead. I'm soon leaving him and this burg, anyway, so what do I care? You can hurt me some, but I can ruin you!” “All right, Hazel,” he said grimly, “I'll pay.” How he hated her! But there was nothing to do” but to give in. She patted his shoulder. “That's ihe boy! I knew you'd be reasonable.”

Dale,” she said. “Sit

2 ” ” ACK in his own house, Dale debated the problem. He didn’t have $2000 in ready cash. How was he to get it? There was only one way. Hed have to borrow the money from the bank—from Hazel’s husband! That was ironic! The next morning, he went to the bank early. Henry Barton .greeted him cordially. . 4 . “Hello, old man. What brings you

oy Will my house do for securi y? ” “Sure—but I'll money myself. with me.” “Thanks, Henry. Can yott let me have it right away? In cash?” “Yes, I can. But what is this. A shakedown? You aren’t paying ransom, are you?” “That’sit.” Dale laughed. “Someone’s kidnaped my prize radishes, and the County Fair comes next week.” Both of them guffawed at the witticism. Henry got the money for him, done up in a neat package, and Dale left. Possession of the :1oney was comforting. Dale didn’t know how he was going to pay it back, but he'd manage somehow—and he knew that Henry would give him plenty of time.

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” - 8 E went straight to the Barton home. He found Hazel entertaining a neighbor—a Mrs. Hoff. Dale nodded to Mrs. Hoff, then turned to Hazel. “I've brought back that money I borrowed.” Hazel frowned. She was plainly annoyed that he should make the transaction before a third person. “If you would just give it to Henry for me,” he continued. “And by the way—do you have those papers I left with you?” Hazel smiled. She had evidently been afraid that he was trying to embarrass her, but now saw that he wasn’t. She excused herself, and went upStairs. In a minute, she was back with a large yellow envelope in her hand. “They’re all here,” she told Dale, and gave him the envelope. “All of them?” #8: 8.8 # HATS right. The entire - file. Don’t want a receipt for your money, do you?” Her manner was joking. “Sure—1I'll take one.” He laughed and turned to Mrs. Hoff. “We have to be businesslike, even with friends, don’t we?” Returning home, Dale opened the envelope, and went through the clippings. Hazel had been thorough, for the whole of his criminal life was recorded here. He was reaching for a match to burn the papers, when an idea struck him. Mrs. Hoff had seen Hazel give him that bright yellow envelope bulging with papers-—-could testify to it. She had also seen him give Hazel the package of money, ‘even though she hadn’t known the real reason. Any time he wanted to he could bring a charge of blackmailing against Hazel and, with Mrs. Hoff’s testimony, could prove it. With that .club to hold over Hazel, she wouldn’t dare talk! Instead of burning the clippings, he carefully replaced them in the yellow envelope, and put it in his trunk. He burst out laughing. It was all so simple! There would be no trouble now in repaying Henry! 8 2 = HAT evening, Dale paid the Bartons a visit. “Hello Dale,” greeted Henry. “Glad to see you! Sit down!” “Thanks, Henry, but I haven’t time. I just dropped in to tell you that I didn’t need that $2000 you lent me, after all, so I left it with Hazel this afternoon. Women are So careless in money matters, and Mrs. Hoff was here at the time, so that I was afraid she might have forgotten to tell you. How about it, Hazel ?” He looked at her and saw it slowly dawn on her what he had in mind. The look she gave him was filled with impotent rage. “Yes,” she was forced to reply. “I did forget.” . THE END

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