Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 10 January 1939 — Page 14

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UAL STORY--

TO MARRY

5 CAST OF CHARACTERS JANET DWIGHT, heroine. She was

engaged to a handsome young architect.

LANCE BARSTOW, hero. Lance had great dreams for the future. So did CYNTHIA CANTRELL, orphaned : granddaughter of great-aunt Mary Cant- . Tell. Still another dreamer was BARNEY M’KNIGHT, newspaperman. But Barney was more than a dreamer. -

~~ Yesterday: As Barney McKnight asks ‘Janet about her new house, Cynthia _ interrupts, then the telephone rings and Janet senses something is wrong.

. CHAPTER THREE

ANET called, “Hello! Lance!”

Hello,

Lance’s voice said, “Listen, dar- |

ding, I've got to talk to you... . But,” he added hastily, “not with the others around. Come as quickly as you can, will you?” At sound of something strained and insistent in his tone, Janet felt her own throat tighten so painfully that she knew her effort to seem casual must have failed miserably. She saw Barney McKnight’s keen blue eyes flick Cynthia's intent face, turn to the frozen mask that was her own, and back again. Then with a provocative word he drew _ the attention of the other two. “Where, Lane?” quickly, -

“How about the park? The usual

bench, near the entrance from the boulevard.”

“Swell!” Janet cried as lightly as l

she could, “I can make it in 10 minutes. . . . Afraid the story’s out for the moment,” she flung toward

Barney as she caught down a coatj'’ “Ti:

and beret from her closet. have to fly.” Barney McKnight unwound his long legs and stood up. “I have inside information that it’s not good flying weather,” he said. “How about my driving you wherever youre going? Won't cost you a cent.” “Thank’s a lot, but no,” Janet called back over her shoulder. “It’s only a flutter. I'm practically there.” ‘ & = EJ EFORE the mirror over the butterfly table in the hall Janet

stopped to straighten her beret and survey herself. As a matter of fact, without being beautiful, or even conventionally pretty, Janet was one of those

rarely fortunate women so trimly designed that they manage to look well-groomed even in a March gale. “When you were made, Jan,” Lance once said, “Nature turned out a perfectly finished product, with one ‘exception—as if a master architect said, ‘Now this time I'm going ~ to show them what I can do when I really try’; and then, after planning every dimension to a hair’s breadth, thought to himself, ‘Oh, but this won't do, after all. It’s too perfectly regular There must be something to make it really lovable and cozy. I'll just stick a restful nook in here where no one will expect it—a place where people can relax and be really at home. . .. That’s your funny little face, darling.” Janet found the bench just inside the entrance where she and Lance had so often sat together after one of their hikes along the woodland trails of the park. . _ Across the ravine, clinging to the ‘hillside at the edge of the wood, was the house Lance was building for them, its white brick gleaming through a screen of foliage. _ It was an adorable house. Janet had helped Lance plan it. The upstairs sitting room, with the glassedin loggia looking out over the ravine, had been Lance’s idea; the manywindowed dining room built almost in the tops of the tall trees which upthrust from the hillside below, had ‘been Janet’s. The living room had a deep wood fireplace that would take five-foot logs; and there was to be a broad curving stairway with

. a hand-grought iron railing which] Lance had got from a dismantled] |

mansion in South Carolina.

. ‘By the first of the year the house]

would be ready, breath caught. Lance had wanted to see her about? Had something gone wrong with the plans for the house? Perhaps Mr. Benton had. known about it, and had told Cyn at lunch that day. For - Cynthia knew something.

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. SQUIRREL: peered "at Janet : from behind the trunk of an

unless—Janet’s

‘oak, scurried down, and advanced|

‘cautiously, stopping from time to ‘time to stand up and inspect her, *his tiny paws ludicrously clasped ;across his middle, his mouth ob‘viously watering. Finally, reassured, ‘he scrambled up to his feet, his paws outstretched. He rooted there

‘momentarily, and then looked up at].

her, chattering bitter reproaches. = “Sorry, fella,” Janet laughed, “but :I haven't any auts for you. I'm not ‘a tree.” ‘ * “No wonder he takes you for a tree. You look like a part of an autumn wood—all russet and brown and gold.” * Janet had, been so absorbed in .the squirrel that she had not no- . ‘ticed Lance’s zpproach until he spoke. : Now, In spite of the lightness of his words, she stood up hastily, ‘startling the squirrel into a tree top, ‘thinking, her eyes on Lance's face. sSomething is wrong. Something’s ‘terribly wrong with Lance. * Aloud she said lightly, “Lance, ‘ +darling, I thought you were never coming. Don’t they know at the ‘office that a man who's going to ‘be married needs a little time for preliminaries.” + “A lot Hallowell and Benton care ‘when I'm going to be married,” ce said witht. concentrated bittersness. ‘ever get married or not. . . . I ‘can’t bear to tell you this, Jan. I'm ‘afraid it’s going to wreck everything for the present, I mean of course. ' « + They told me, just this morndng, that after the first I'm taking a 25 per cent salary cut.” ! 2 2

ANET sat down slowly. An oak . leaf fluttered down into her lap; and she picked it up and examined it in great detail before she said, speaking very carefully, “But Lance ,—why, they like your work so much! ‘Mr. Hallowell told me so himself

she breathed

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