Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 7 January 1938 — Page 30

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THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES

FRIDAY, JAN. 7, 1938

BY ADELAIDE HUMPHRIES

CAST OF CHARACTERS CONSTANCE CORBY-—heroine; richest girl in the world. BRET HARDESTY builder. RODNEY BRANDON~—Connie’s fiance. KATIE BLYN—Connie’s ‘“‘double.”

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Yesterday: Sick to the soul of rich, pampered living, Connie turns on Rodney at the last moment, threatens she will never see him again.

CHAPTER THREE

HEN Gibbs brought Miss Connie’s breakfast that next | morning, there was no response. | When she returned with it again an hour later, there was still no response. ; Gibbs’ face took on its pinched expression. She knew that this signified a thunderstorm ahead. Whether to risk it now, or postpone it, was the question. Already the day’s schedule overlapped. The masseur would have to be fitted into the same half hour as the manicurist; then there was that little girl coming from Lucille’s with the new frocks to be tried and fitted. Gibbs set her thin lips; knocked once more on the door, pushing if; open at the same time with a decisive jut from her knee, crossed the room like a soldier about to face a firing squad. “It's very late, Miss Connie,” she said firmly. “It's a lovely break-

fast T've brought.” She set the tray on the little table by the mammoth | ped. Its occupant was a tiny mound | buried among the heaps of cushions and the silk and satin coverlet, A | mound that did not stir. Gibbs crossed the room once more with the same purposeful footsteps. She pulled the heavy gold brocade draperies, letting the warm bright sunlight stream in. “It's a lovely day,” she stated, as though expecting an immediate denial of such an obvious fact. “A busy day, too, Miss Connie, if you'll please to remember.” Still the mound did not stir, though there was a faint quiver of the long curling dark lashes on the smooth fair cheeks. “Mr. Brandon already has called three times,” Gibbs ventured, and knew immediately that this was the wrong approach because the mound flopped over and buried itself even deeper. “There's a lovely account about your lovely party last aight.” Undaunted, Gibbs tried again, proving the old axiom that it pays. ” 5 ONNIE stirred, sat up, flung out a rounded white arm. “Let me see,” she said. Sleep had vanished from the blue eyes; fire smoldered in their depths. Her hair hung ih a loose swirl that just brushed the ribbon and lace on her shoulder of the chiffon gown that had come, with trunkloads of other lingerie, from the Rue de la Paix. Gibbs held her the papers, carefully folded at the proper place. Connie glanced at the first one, flung it aside. “I knew it,” she muttered, “The low-down spying sneak. If only I'd been a man . . . Or had one with me.” She gave the pillow next to her a vicious thump. ‘I'll have to send for the guards if you don’t go’,” she mimicked in what was a surprising imitation of Rodney's clean-clipped Harvard accent. Then she slumped down among the pillows again. “Take it away,

please,” she waved Gibbs and the papers, and the whole universe out | of her sight. “Don’t want any breakfast. Don’t think I'll get up—ever. You can tell the newspapers that. Tell them to come take a picture of | me dying — dying of boredom and | nausea. Tell them they can have | one in my coffin, téo, for good measure. Tell them , . .” “Now, Miss Connie, you'll really be ill, if you allow yourself to get all worked up.” Gibbs bent to pick up the scattered papers, smoothing out a crumpled sheet that explained—too late—the bomb that had set off the explosion. A full length portrait of Miss Connie, clasped, somewhat gingerly, it is true, but clasped, nevertheless, in Mr. Rodney's virile arms, his lips pressed—not quite so gingerly— against hers, and underneath the caption: “MILLION DOLLAR PRINCESS BESTOWS BETROTHAL KISS.” “I am il,” Connie muttered from the pillows. “I'm sick. I'm sick of living. I'm sick of myself. Go | way—please. Take the tray and | those papers with you. I don't | want to see anything or anyone | ever. Understand, Gibby?” “Now, Miss Connie,” Gibbs gan severely, purposefully but she saw that it so she did as she was lips set disapprovingly. "2 8 »

FE mound underneath the silk . and satin coverlet lay quiet once more. It did not move an inch or utter a sound until what might have been hours, or days, or years later, when another knock cane &t the door. Tite knock was repeated, louder, more urgently. The door was pushed open, “Didn't I tell you to go 'way?” A pillow, a small affair of silk and Jace, but solid and compact for all that, owing to the force of the velocity with which it was hurled, caught the young girl in the doorway squarely in the middle, sending the big box clasped tightly in her arms to the floor with a smack. “Oh.” Connie sat up, rubbed the sleep, and some of the fire, out of her eyes. She stared at the girl. “Who are you? How did you get in?” she asked. And then, as the girl, without answering, stooped and began to gather the scattered contents from the box together, “I'm sorry I hit you,” Connie said. The girl did not look up. She was intent upon her task. “I said I'm sorry I hit you,” Connie repeated. & & &

HE gir] glanced at her over her shoulder, but she went on repacking the contents into the box. “Cant you talk?” Connie asked. She sat up straight now, leaning forward to clasp her knees in her arms. There was a tiny candle of interest, lighted in her blue eyes. The girl nodded solemnly. Her eyes, blue like Connie's, were wide with wonder, as though they could not credit all they saw, “Why don't you, then?” This time Connie's tone was touched with impatience, She reached for a negligee at the foot of the bed. She slung r feet to the floor, wiggled into Blue silk mules, the heels of which were studded with rhinestones, wal to her chaise lounge

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said. “And I was told not to say anything. Just leave the box.” “I won't bite,” Connie said. “I suppose youre the girl from Lucille’'s. Well, you can take those things back. I don’t want any of them.” n " o HE girl just stared at her, not saying a word. “Did you hear asked. The girl nodded. “I said I didn't want to see anyone, or anything, ever again,” Connie said. “And I meant it.

me?” Connie

“Why?” Connie was so surprised that the girl could ask a question that she answered before she thought. “Because I'm sick of living.” The incredulity on the girl's face deepened. “You!” she exploded. “When you have everything in the world you want!” It was Connie who nodded this time. “Exactly,” she said. “That's what my grandfather told me years ago. That's why I haven't anything.” “But you're the richest girl in the world!” the girl said. And then, “Oh, I'd give anything to be you! Just for a little while.” Now Connie stared at her speech-

less.

“ NYTHING!” the girl went on, speaking rapidly, heatedly, as though now that her reserve had been broken down she could not stop the flow of words. “To have all this, nothing but beauty around you—to sleep in a bed like that— to lie as long as you want. . . . But I'm sorry,”, she stopped, her face coloring. “I didn’t think what I was saying. I didn’t mean to say it.” “I didn’t mean to throw things,” Connie said. There was a new light iv her blue eyes; a flame much deeper than any flickering candle, a flame that grew brighter, more intense. She Béckoned the girl to her

| side, regarded her a long moment,

the cheap little hat that yet had an air of chic, the neat plain suit, worn, but well-pressed, the freshly laundered blouse, the shiny hose, with a runner neatly darned, the brown brogues, scuffed a bit, but bravely shined. An air of pride and defiance about the whole ensemble, matching the lift of the trembling chin and pretty head. Connie nodded as though satisfied, as she said: “Then how would you like to be me—for a little while?”

(To Be Continued)

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the rail. The dog danced about, barked, crouched and finally jumped over the rail, just managing to make it. “That-a-boy, Sparky, that-a-boy!” shouted the child. He pulled at the dog’s ears. “Cumon, cumon, do 1t again!” The dog wagged its tail and looked with immense sorrow up at the boy. But its master was not appeased. He again set about beating the dog to make it jump over the rail. The old man and woman moved away. A half-dozen others, mostly men in their shirtsleeves, remained standing about the boy, laughing at him and the antics of the dog.

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be taught to jump right through the hoop.” She was tired, and when they came to a bench the old woman sat down; but her husband was too restless. He needed to move about. “I'll go on just a little way. You stay right here. Don't go from the seat. I will be back right away. Keep right here.” She nodded her head and watched a girl sitting on a bench a little distance from her, sketching. The girl had her eyes intently fixed on some object. Then, putting her pencil down, she sat back. When she glanced up her eves met those of the old woman and both smiled. After hesitating for a moment the girl walked over and sat next to her, The old woman drew back. “I was going to show you my sketch,” the girl said startled. “Oh, I'm sorry, my dear. I'm sorry. I should very much like to see your sketch. But I have just come to this country, I have not been here long. Things are a littis strange yet.” The old woman spoke slowly, choosing her words carefully, and pronounced them with a foreign accent. “Oh, you have. Well, t don't want to disturh you.” “No, no! It's all right. You show me your sketch.”

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“There, see? Bhe's still trying to climb the tree—that is, she really OE vant to, but Ie fun for her 0 make feve she does. look like her?” pay The old woman examined the drawing, “Very excellent it is. Yes, indeed, it looks very much like her. A fine likeness. You have much talent.” “Are you in this country just for a visite” “No, not for a visit. To stay. I must.” > “You must?” “It was so difficult in my own country for people like us, you see.” “Oh!” The girl understood. This was one of those who were pérsecuted, beaten, hated, tramped upon in the country in which they had lived all their life, the country they had called home, the country they had loved. It was off somewhere far away when one read about it in the papers. But to be sitting right next to one of those people, a kindly, dear person, one who couldn't i= bly ever have hurt anyone. , . . “We will stay here now. We are fortunate we could come herd” The old woman nodded her head and brushed her fingers across her lips, “Do you like it here?” “It is very beautiful, it is nice but it is not like home.”

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The old woman and the girl jumped up. People ran wildly in one direction and another. The dog tearing wildly in a wider and wider circle. There were policemen. One fired and missed. Fired again. The dog was wounded. Again he fired. The dog lay panting. The policeman came closer and fired several shots into its body.

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