Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 7 August 1937 — Page 33

CAST OF CHARACTERS JUDITH YRVING, heroine, America’s best-dressed woman. PHILIP IRVING, husband. MARTA ROGERS, Judith’s rival. BRUCE KNIGHT, author, Judith’s old classmate. MILLICENT BAYNE, Bruce's protege.

Judith's estranged

Yesterday: Phil calls Judith, complains because the papers report she is romancing with Bruce Knight. He insists she move on to Reno. Jdith hangs up.

CHAPTER TEN

ROM her place, on the quiet ranch, Judith was aware that the newspapers had not relinquished the story in which she was featured. Because she was the bestdressed woman in America she was news, big news, to every girl and matron. They knew now, one and all, that she had left a devoted husband in order to marry the wellknown actor. They would read about her clothes all the more eagerly, sure that they had exercised a charm for Bruce. The couturiers would welcome her. Life was that way. Even the messages which Bruce's publicity agent handed to the press had little influence. It was a better story to have Bruce marrying Judith than Millicent. The whole incident was getting on Judith’s nerves when she glanced up from a magazine she was perusing in desultory fashion one afternoon, to see a tall young man | standing on the veranda. i “Ronnie, where did from?” she asked.

“Milly, you have a caller. Ron- | nie’s here.” | “Ronnie!” She sat upright. | “When did he get here?” “Just now. Be kind to him,| honey. He loves you rather badly.” | "Oh I know—I know. Oh, Judy | isn’t it dreadful?” She began to cry and the slender shoulders shook. Then suddenly she stood up. “I haven't much time. Ie better go down.” | = ® UDITH saw Millicent and Ronnie ride off into the sage together. She saw Bruce come in from another door and watch them go. His eyes looked a little frightened. Millicent turned, sighted him, and blew him a Kiss. He waved back. Judith picked up the magazine again. It was a mystery and detective book of yarns that one of the cowboys had left on the living room table. For lack of snything better she had been glancing at | it. Here and there pictures of peo- | ple who had figured in sensational robberies or Kkidnapings or murders were given. Suddenly her eyes focused on a face. She knew jt—or a face like it. She sat up straighter in astonishment. It belonged to Marta Rogers’ divorced husband, about whom so little was known. Another name captioned the picture. The story said that he had served time for one of the most amazing jewel rackets of recent years. He was a genial gentleman with a flair for pretty words— Judith realized that no one knew anything about the Rogerses except that they had crashed society one year before, armed with letters from abroad. Marta, the pearls, her anxiety to be married to Phil quickly—all these things flooded back to Judith's memory now. Quite possibly Marta kuew the tricks of her former husband's trade. Maybe she practiced them, | too. She wanted to marry Phil | and have legal claims on him before he found out who she was or had been. Poor little fool! She must save Phil. Or, could she?

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UDITH took the magazine photograph to Bruce. “Do you know him?” she asked. He shook his head. She decided to say nothing. Instead she would return to New York when Bruce and Millicent left the next night. Reservations had been promised on a ship that left Denver the next evening. The rancher would take his guests to the early afternoon train for Denver. Final arrangements were completed before Millicent and Ronnie came back from their ride. Ronnie shook hands with everyone and said goodby. Millicent was quiet. She went over to Bruce and slipped her arm through his. Night came, the last night, with a dark blue backdrop of sky, painted with large stars, almost too bright. Dinner was over. A cowboy was singing a love ditty. Somebody, far away, laughed and the mirth came down the ravine. Judith looked at Bruce, talking to Millicent. Her eyes were quiet and shining. She was smiling. Her last problem had been settled. Her heart was at peace. The years would bring storms—all good years did—but for the moment the sea was clear and the stars were out. = = »

ECAUSE they were leaving the next day, everyone went to bed early. Judith wakened in the morning, oddly refreshed, and put on the simple black suit in which she had arrived. She would pick up her baggage where it waited at the village inn. Nothing had been lost, she had

been told. sige Bruce was at breakfast. Millicent

had not appeared. «711 call her,” Judith said, and went back up the wide, low staircase. Millicent didn’t answer. She opened the door softly. A breeze stirred the curtains—and the bed had not been slept in. Millicent wasn’t there. Slowly Judith walked downstairs. Had Millicent got up early and made her bed? Or had something happened to her? At that thought Judith began to run. «Bruce,” she said steadily when she reached the dining room, “Millicent hasn’t been in her room.” “Not all night?” he asked quickly.

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won't marry you until I make name for myself.”

“That may take years.”

like the wind toward the moon.”

The rancher, entering the room, interrupted them. “I was to give you this note this morning, Mrs. Irving.” “Miss Millicent?” Judith began. “Do you know where she is?”

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HE rancher nodded. “She went off in a car last night, after you all went to bed, with that young feller that came yesterday. Nice sort of chap. They're right for each other, that boy and girl.” Judith held out the envelope to Bruce who slit it open. Aloud she read the brief note: “Forgive me, darling, and make my peace with Bruce, if you can. It was Ronnie whom I loved all the time. I knew it when the ship began to fall that terrible night. I've been praying for him to come ever since. Bruce was an infatuation, that was all. But a terrible one. I never suffered over Ronnie as I did over him for a little while. And I wanted him to fall in love with me even when he didn't want to. I never meant to hurt him. Wish me happiness, dear. Ronnie and I are being married tomorrow. And find happiness for yourself, Judy dear. Remorsefully and happily, Millicent.” Bruce was quiet during the rest of the day—the leaving of the ranch house, the ride by train to Denver and the airplane takeoff. | Only once did he refer to the] elopement. Then he said: “Our host sensed the truth—they’re right

on with her, they both knew. At the Newark airport Judith faced a barrage of cameras and reporters, head up, eyes bright, cheeks flushed. Her poise did not fail her. She had dressed in her smartest clothes. If she could be nothing else, she could be the best-dressed woman in the world! She went to the St. Regis because it was old and quiet. Bruce's press agent found her there a little later. He handed her an evening paper. She read a story which told of the marriage of Ronnie and Millicent and swung quickly back to her romance with Bruce, which, the story said, she had attempted to conceal behind a fictitious romance between the actor and the debutante.

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HE telephone rang. It was Phil. “Judith, you're making a monkey out of yourself. Everyone in town is laughing,” he said. “Will vou take a boat to Paris and get your divorce so you can marry that theatrical nut or won't you?” “I won't and he isn't a nut and he doesn't love me any more than I love him.” she answered. “Phil, this isn’t for publication, but Milly walked out on him. He can't publish that, and she can't let the public know she jilted him.”

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for each other, Millicent and Ronnie. The same generation. Just as |

COME | vou and I were right for each other, He hesitated. “Judy, IT missed you.

Judy, and didn’t know it.” on n ” | RUCE left the airplane at Chi- |

cago. He was staying there for | a week. Judith changed to the ship for Newark. It would not have

been wise for Bruce to have come

She named a couturier’s. “May I pick you up for lunch?”

“I'll be waiting for you, Phil,” she answered. He had missed her— He told Marta what he was doing. When Judith entered the shop the next day, the golden-haired woman was waiting.

(To Be Continued)

Daily Short Story

GAY INTRIGUE—By Frank Bennett

HEY had stepped through the | French windows to the moon- |

| lit portico, where the merry sounds | of funny, too.”

from the party inside the big house | reached them but faintly. He held | her slender warm fingers tightly. | “Will you marry me?” the girl] asked suddenly. “No,” the young man answered | flatly. Mary Ellen Bradshaw sighed. The glow of the rising moon was full upon her, and her hair, which shone like pure gold in the sunlight, now seemed to be made of soft-spun silver. Her lovely eyes were very serious, but a sly mischievous smile played at the thin corners of her red lips. “People tell me I'm beautiful,” she said at last. “I've heard you say so many times, too, John.” “You are beautiful,” John Calvert | declared warmly. “And in three days I shall be 21, | and then the Bradshaw fortune will be mine. What more could a young man want?” ”n ” 8 S HAT'S just the trouble,” John told her. “In three days you wlil have millions—and I won't have | a thing. If I marry you, your Aunt | Ella and everyone else will wag] their heads and say, ‘He married her |

just for her money.’ ” “That's the same excuse you gave | me yesterday,” Mary Ellen sighed. | “I love you,” John vowed, “but I

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John turned his face toward the | moon and said nothing. “Pride! Pride!” the girl thought | bitterly. Aloud she said, “Let's run | out on the party—take a ride—drive |

“But what will your guests—" | “It’s my party, isn't it?” she asked. |

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ARY ELLEN'S long sleek roadster stood in the drive. “I don’t think we should do this,” John protested feebly as the girl turned the car into the highway toward the rising moon. She pushed the accelerator down, | and the car leaped forward, “Isn't the moon lovely tonight?” she laughed softly. “How long do you suppose it will take us to get to the moon?” John's eyes fell on the speedometer. “At the rate youre driving” he said. “we should arrive in a few minutes.” When they came to where the highway turned north, Mary Ellen drove straight east, following a narrow country road. Miles farther on the road entered a forest and the going became rough. ” » s « UST where are we headed for?” John wondered. “Toward the moon,” Mary Ellen laughed. “Seriously,” John asked, “do you know where this road will take us?” “I haven't the slightest idea,” she told him. Suddenly a big touring car leaped from among the shadows and stopped crossways on the narrow road. Mary Ellen put her weight on the brake, and the roadster skidded to a grinding stop. A tall man and a short fat man, faces masked, jumped out of the touring car and came forward. John saw that each carried a shotgun. “This is a holdup!” the tall man rasped. “Get out!” Mary Ellen and John climbed out. A minute later the men had taken John’s billfold and a small purse from Mary Ellen. They opened the purse and counted the money. “A hundred bucks!” the fat man exclaimed. “That pays us well for our trouble, sister.” He handed the unopened billfold back to John. “Here, you can keep yours to get back to town on, fella. We're satisfied with the hundred.” “We'd better tie ’em up some place so they won't give an alarm before we can get out of the state,” the tall man said. “A good idea,” the other agreed. ® ® =» HE men led Mary Ellen and John to an old ramshackle cabin, which stood a few rods from the road. Here they tied them securely with ropes and left them sitting with their backs to the rough wall. “I don’t like this,” John said after the men’s footsteps had died away.

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“It isn't the money that I care about,” the girl said. “It's what people will say and think about us being here alone all night ” John hadn't thought of that before. “But,” he protested, “they’ll understand when we tell them what happened.” “I'm—I'm afraid they won't believe us,” Mary Ellen said. “Maybe we can get loose,” suggested. For hours they struggled in the darkness with the ropes. At last, just as it began to grow light, Mary Ellen managed to free her wrists. It took her only a minute to untie the ropes that bound John. They hurried to the road and found the roadster where they had left it.

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ve OOK,” Mary Ellen said, getting into the car, “here's my purse on the seat.” John opened gone.” “Of course,” she said. “But I'm glad they didn't take the purse, because Aunt Ella gave it me.” John sat down beside her and started the motor. “I wonder,” he “just what your Aunt Ella will say to us when we get back?” Abruptly Mary Ellen dropped her head on his shoulder. “Being out all night with you—" she sobbed brokenly, “people are going.to say terrible things. It's so easy for a girl to get talked about—to lose her good name.” “But it's not our fault.” “We'll never make Aunt Ella believe that—or anyone else.” She suddenly looked up. “John, if you

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“What do you say, honey?” “John,” she whispered, “I love you.” She nestled down beside him and sighed contentedly. All this happiness for a mere hundred dollars. She smiled. Some day, perhaps, she would tell John that she had planned it all.

THE END (Copyright, 1937, United Feature Svndicate) The characters in this story are fictitious

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