Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 17 January 1938 — Page 16

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Richest Girl in the (World

BY ADELAIDE HUMPHRIES

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

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Yesterday: Eloise discovers the jewels in Katie's room, tells Bret. At that moment Katie enters, challenges Bret to believe she is honest.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

a OU should know better than that,” Bret answered Connie's question. His dark eyes looked into hers. Now they were completely unguarded, all barriers let down. So that, looking into them, she saw what she had wanted to see and all her anger was melted. Her own eves grew soft and shining. “That's all that matters,” she said simply. It seemed to her, in this breathless moment, that it was. She had forgotten that she was Constance Corby. Forgotten that Bret did not know who she was. That the day must come when she must tell him. She had forgotten Eloise’s bitter accusation. Just as now, Jooking into each other's eyes, they both had forgotten the other girl's existence. They did not notice even when she got up quietly and slipped from the room! Two long strides brought Bret to Connie's side. He took her hands in his. “Dearest,” he said, and his voice was husky, “you know that I don't care who you are, or have been, IT only know that you're the only girl in the world for me. And that TI love you.” “And I love you, Bret Hardesty,” Connie said. And then, “Please,” she whispered “aren't you going to kiss me?” Now she knew why she had changed places with Katie Blyn, why she had left her golden world, why she had been born! This was that lovely, secret romance that she had sought. This was the heart's desire that Bret had wished for her. “Fetch a wrap of some sort,” Bret said, after he had kissed her, without any more urging, and most completely. “We'll take a walk, darling. Climb up to the top of the hill by the little church—look at the stars. Hurry! I want to tell you again how much I love you!” “And youre the gentleman who claimed he had no time for romance!” Connie chided gayly. “You're the lady who predicted I'd learn!” he reminded.

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PSTAIRS at the door of her room Connie encountered Eloise. Her pale face was streaked; her eyes red and swollen. “I wanted to tell you I'm sorry,” she murmured. “I didn't mean to say the things I did. I know you're not a thief, Miss Blyn. I know I had no right, It's just ...” Her voice faltered, she turned her head; she could not go on. Connie put her arms around her, drew her close. “I understand,”

sort of prayer. So fearful was Connie that such happiness, such throbbing joy, could not be lasting. Romance should be secret, that

real Katie Blyn had said. Secret and sweet, shared by two alone under a starlit sky by a little white church at the top of a hill. Later, she would tell him. Tell him that she was not Katie Blyn, who worked for him in the construction camp office, not a girl who had needed his help, on her

own against the world, not anything he believed her to be. But this was her hour. It belonged to her; she had won it fairly. For it was she he loved, this golden-haired girl in his strong arms, his lips on hers, their two hearts beating as one. Constance Corby, the richest girl in the world, had nothing to do with this hour, at all

(To Be Continued) (All events, names and characters in this story are wholly fictitious.)

THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES

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rence mounted them cautiously. They should be condemned, he | thought; the beams might give | away at any time. But he did not | really think of turning back until | he reached the third landing and | looked over the railing. There were still two flights to go. The stairway had been tacked on | as an afterthought to the rear of the | five-story brick building. It was | the only means of entrance to the | rear flats. In case of a fire—well, Lawrence supposed they could get | through to the front entrance some | way. He was on the fourth landing. He had been up in a plane, three times | in fact, but had never felt so far from the ground. The stairs were trembling under his feet. He turned to go back, and not because | he was afraid. Fear was a different thing; it was | the uncertainty, the lack of stabil- | ity, the sense that there was no! foundation under him, that made | him turn. And just then he heard | her call. n » n

“Y AWRENCE — why — you did

come! But I asked you not to come here, J—"

she told this girl whose defeat was her triumph, who had given her | heart into the same man’s keeping. “Better than you think I do. Come in a moment, Eloise, please.” She drew the girl on inside, closed the door behind them. . From the big oak bureau Connie took the emerald brooch, the ring, the exquisite gleaming pearls. “They were my mother’s,” she told Eloise, for that was true. “She left them to me. I want you to have | these pearls.” As she spoke she clasped them around the slender white throat. “They look like you, Eloise. They are like you. See—Ilook in the mirror! Aren't they becoming? As translucent and lovely as your skin, a fitting compliment to your gorgeous hair.”

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| gotten, all feeling of instability was

“Oh, but I couldn't accept them!” rloise stared at her mirrored re- | flection. The pearls did indeed be- | come her. Why! she could look like | a princess, too, had she had the fine raiment. Never in her life had she looked like this. hoped to own anything so beautiful. “Of course you can accept them. I shall be hurt if you refuse,” Connie said. “I want you to have them, Eloise. I want to give them to you.” Little enough to give when she had so much more. Though Connie was not thinking of her millions. She was thinking of Bret who waited downstairs to walk with her to the top of the hill, to tell her again that he loved her, “After what I said about you. . . Eloise marveled. Her eyes filled with tears once more. “After I've been hating you all this time, wishing you'd never come here. . . I know now I was wrong. You're sweet and | king, even though you are differ- | ent.” | “Then well be friends?” Connie | smiled at her. “You'll be my little | sister, as well as Bret's.” She did not | need to wound this girl more deeply | by telling her that she had read her | secret. Let her cherish that, at | least, inviolable, “If you want me to be, really and | truly.”

| » » » | i EALLY and truly!” Connie | said; she crossed her heart, in | childhood fashion, to prove her | sincerity, to seal the vow between | them. Then she laughed gayly. | “But we must not be so solemn | about it! I've never had a little | sister in my life, or a real girl friend. That is ‘really and truly, too, believe me! This has made me very happy, Eloise. And if it's done the same for you, take your pearls and put them away and keep them to remember me by, always.” “You sound as though you're going away forever!” Eloise said. Her eyes were big and wide; but her face no longer was sO pale, a smile hovered around her quivering lips. “Just when we've become friends, too.” “But I'm only going for a walk up the hill!” Connie assured her. She had taken her coat from the closet, slipped into it. Now she buttoned the collar close about her neck, thrust her hands deep into the pockets. But it might have been a coat of ermine, so shining was the look she wore, so bright her eyes, her heart so full. So that the other girl turned away as though she could not bear to look upon such radiance. “I thought you'd changed your mind,” Bret said, when Connie came down. “I thought you weren't coming.” “I'll never change my mind,” she told him. “I'll never let you!” he warned her. He put his arm through hers; together they went out into the soft, Japan night; together climbed the i. Oh, she thought, let me have this little while, this one sweet

gh, at least. Almost, it was a

His back was turned, then he whirled around and looked up. “I had forgotten,” he lied. “I sure whether it was the

ing to knock——" She waited for him as he came up the last flight of stairs. He took hold on himself and walked firmly. Then at last he stood beside her. The trembling stairway was for-

gone, all sense of everything but that her eyes were excitingly blue. And that her hair fell, red-brown and curly, almost to her shoulders. “I hoped you wouldn't come,” she said as he followed her into the kitchen. Then she swung around toward him, her hands at her sides and smiled—color rising in her cheeks. “I mean I hoped you would and afraid that if you did—" Plaster was missing in a place on the ceiling, and the walls around the stove were stained to a degree no washing would help. But soap and water had done its best. Things were neat and clean. The pattern on the linoleum was hardly distinguishable. The brown curtain that hung over the doorway leading to the hall ran to threads at its edges. “I suppose we should hurry,” he said. “The concert starts at 4.” “I thought you might like something—some cake?” “I've just eaten—we’ll go some place afterward——" She pushed through the brown curtain and he heard her saying Cd and that she would be home early.

Mind Your Manners

Test your knowledge of correct social usage by answering the following questions, then checking against the authoritative answers below: 1. Should a business girl wear earrings to the office? 2. Is it good taste to use strong perfumes? 3. After a client has been interviewed in a general office, is it all right for another person in the same office to inquire, “What did he want?” or “What did he say?” 4. Is it good form to use a government postcard to send in a business order? 5. Should a secretary who is taking dictation interrupt her employer if she does not understand a point, or should she wait until after he has finished dictating to ask her questions? :

What would you do if— Someone stops at your business desk for a chat with you and delays your work— A. Answer briefly and hope he will take the hint that you are busy? B. Continue the chat? C. Say, “I'm sorry that I can’t talk to you now. I must get these letters out by noon”?

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1. Preferably not. If she insists, they should be simple ones. 2. No. 3. No. 4 No. A letter should dhe written. 5. Better to inquire which" method her employer prefers.

Best “What Would You De” solution A, then if necessary, C. :

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HEN she came back she wore the blue jacket, enough to make her lQok all dressed up. : “My mother isn't feeling well,” she said and glanced at him quickly and then away. “I'm sorry. I should like to have met her.” They were already out on the landing. The air was good and she brightened at once. She tripped so lightly, so carelessly down the stairway, it was difficult for him to keep up. Urchins were climbing all over the roadster, which he had parked in front of the house. They all knew her, and called, shouted, and were very embarrassing. When she scolded, they ran off, In a few minutes driving they were out of the neighborhood, going down the boulevard, the wind rushing about their faces. Lawrence was back in his proper world, and she was there with him. Now it would be easier, they could always go out together, drive away, instead of meeting in the library where he had first seen her, thinking she was also from the university. “I just come here when I haven't anything else to do. I like to read,” she had explained.

» ” » FTER the concert, they went to a place Lawrence knew, made like an old New England inn, with soft lights, good food and good music for dancing. Then they drove out along the lake, parked almost at the water's edge. And after they had talked, and after they had sung

a song together, he kissed her. Neither spoke and he remembered part of a poem he read somewhere, Love at the lips was touch

As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed too much; I lived on air . .

When they came back, the policeman on the corner said he would watch the roadster. Holding her hand, he went in the darkness up the long wooden stairway. And on the last landing they said good night. “I'll call you,” he began, and caught himself. “Oh, I forgot you haven't a phone. Will you be at the library tomorrow? I'll see you then, at the same table.” “Be careful going down the stairs,” she said, and left the door open for him. But even then after he passed the fourth landing it was dark, and as he went on down the blackness grew heavier. With each step he felt the stairway swaying under his feet. He clung to the rail, steadied himself. Then again he went on slowly, one foot after the other. It seemed he never would get down, never again stand firmly on the ground, feel sure of himself again. » ” » s OOD night,” he said vo the policeman. “Thanks for watching the bus.” “Good night.” Overhead, where the high tenement walls stood back far enough to make the sky visible, a cluster of stars shone down on him. It was clean out here if you didn’t notice the buildings around you too closely. A fresh breeze rustled a few dirty papers in the gutter. A window banged shut. An oil lamp flickered and died out in the gloomy face of a building. He stirred himself. It was strange, that fascination. . . . But at last he was in the roadster, speeding away through the narrow, dark street, from all the dark houses with their falling plaster, from stained walls and rickety stairways. He had to be sure of himself. He was sure of himself. He knew it. He had been brought up a certain way. There were certain things a man cannot cut himself away from. It would be inconvenient not going to the library, but one of his fraternity brothers could pick up the books he needed.

(THE END.) (Al evenis, names and characters in this story are wholly fictitious.)

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There's nothing the President can do to help matters so long as some of the businessmen in this country are determined to believe that nothing the President does will be beneficial —Joseph P. Kennedy.

We simply cannot legislate for classes in the United States without hurting some other classes.—U. S. Senator George (D. Ga.).

The time has come when labor must exercise its rights to organize. --John L. Lewis.

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By DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN American Medicar Journal Editor AR too many Americans believe that foreign watering resorts, such as those of Carlsbad, Gastein and Vichy, have ‘peculiar virtues which are not available in the

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that our own spas and springs do not have is a completely organized system of handling the people who come, so as to get the utmost value to health. Far too often in this country the spas are exploited either as special places for the wealthy or as panaceas and cure-alls beyond any possible usefulness. Dr. Bernard Fantus has emphasized that human beings have had faith in mineral water since the beginning of time. Whenever a spring was discovered somebody tasted the water. If the water tasted good, it was used by the healthy. If it tasted bad, it was figured that it might be useful for those who felt bad. # > » F it not only tasted bad but smelled bad, it was supposed to have even stronger powers. With the development of modern chemistry, most of these waters were found found to be simple combinations of well-known mineral salts. The next step was to put the water with the salts in bottles so that the person could get at home everything that he could get at the springs. Taking such water at home is not the same as taking it at the springs, however, because when one visits the resort he gets not only the water,

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but also a vacation, a change of scene, habits, routine and climate, and with it all the belief that he is doing something good for his health. Persons who do better in a warm climate should choose a health resort in a warm climate. Those who do well in the absense of certain pollens or plants, to which they may be sensitive, should choose a health resort where these plants and pollens are scarce. ® x AR too often, mineral springs in

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The attainment of durable peace is still a matter of desire and hope rather than a reality.—Secretary of State Cordell Hull.