Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 7 March 1941 — Page 31

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FRIDAY, MARCH 7, ABBIE AN'. SLATS

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- Love By RUTH AYERS

YESTERDAY: Kent confesses that the girl he fell ‘in love with was April, not Ann, . But April cannot betray her sister, She tells Kent that she felt sorry for ‘him, that the whole affair was a lark, He takes her home, leaves, hating her.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

ANN was alone in the downstairs hall at the telephone when April returned. “Oh, thank you very much,” Ann was saying. ‘Your congratulations mean a great deal. Yes, I have the message. Ill promise to let you

April went on upstairs. Congratulations to the bride! Ann sounded thrilled, elated. And suddenly April realized that she was more at peace with herself than she had been since the first night she had seen the blinded Kent. Even when Kent had been ready to jeopardize Ann’s future, she had been the one who had saved it. All ‘that was important now was that no one should ever guess the secret, guess the sacrifice she had made. The Burnetts had planned a small dance that night for Ann's friends in honor of the coming marriage. Dad, looking handsome in tuxedo, had a few minutes to talk with April before going downstairs to receive the guests. “You made a fine witness today, Daffy girl,” he said. “And youre the best lawyer I ever had,” she tossed back. “It was Kent and that rookie who| brought the hearing to a quick end. Winkie Appleman is a troublemaker and trouble-makers can be pretty dangerous.” “You don't think he'd dare do any scandal-monging around town?” thought not. “At any rate, not” for awhile. He's being held for vagrancy and will probably end up spending a few weeks on the county farm.” x

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APRIL WAS before the mirror, smoothing in flame lipstick, spraying a mist of spicy perfume into her hair. She'd chosen her most dashing dress for tonight, coral colored velvet with a neck that came high against her throat in fornt to leave her back a gleaming expanse of opal skin. : “You look mightly sweet,’ Dad said. But she knew she didn't. The dress belonged to another part of her life; it set oddly with her white face and frightened eyes. : “I'm celebrating my escape from jail,” she said. “All set for tomorrow?” Dad seemed to be worried about something, anxious to talk to his oldest

1, “All set?” April answered. “I'm glad Ann dismissed the idea of having a bridesmaid. It would have struck me as funny to have been stamding beside the bridegroom in court one day and beside the bride, the next.” Dad looked at her, a question way back in his eyes. But he walked out without saying anything. Downstairs, a white-coated cousin

punch; clearing the floors; arranging the seats for guests. Three of the boys from the band as Casa Blanca were coming over to furnish the music. The first person April saw when she went downstairs was Ann. Ann was the beauty tonight, the shining one of the two sisters. Her dress was of creamy lace, so designed that the neck and shoulders gave a heart-shaped effect. Out of this she emerged ethereal, radiant. “Ann, our first bride,” Mother murmured and it was as if those words expressed Ann's triumph at last from the role of the “plain sister” to that of the glamorous one. # » o

THE PIANIST ran experimental fingers over the keyboard and the accordion player grinned and saluted with the wedding march. April avoided Kent, danced with young friends and old ones of the family and then, at last, with Hal Parks who hadn't taken his eyes from her all evening. It was Hal who managed to dance her away to a corner in the hallway. Here, an excpllent idea of the

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through with what they call flying colors.” .

“Well, the army saved the day.’ “Yes,” Hal said with a [quick glance, “the army did.” April leaned back against| Hal's arm. After awhile, he looked down at her. “Remember what I said about waiting for you?” | “Yes, Hal.” “Well, I'm still around.

nor could a second love take| the place of a first. She. had told Kent she was gaging

she = knew nowise could | never marry him. An empty heart jwgsn’t enough for a person like Hal. She faced him. Hall, I never liked any person as sincerely (as I do you. I've tried to learn to| tare for you but that’s not love. I Wish it were.” Words choked her. She couldn't say anything else. Hal patted her shoulder. He understood as| he always did. “If it will make it any easier for you, I've guessed if all along,” he said. “I stopped hoping —oh, a long time ago. I think it was the last time we danced together at Casa Blanca.” He tilted her face, brushed his lips lightly across her cheek. [Then] he stood up. “April, honey, love is slow blooming with some people, but not with you. Love with

April learned right then that just! as two wrongs didn’t make a right,

to marry Hal Parks some day. But |

you is like lightning. It strikes once and fast.”

WHEN he'd gone, April still sat in the fern-shielded corner. Nip, bewildered and not a little unhappy at the whole uprooting of the house, nosed her out. April leaned to pat him. “Ever hear those words—‘bury the dead’?” Her head began to slump. “Well, that's me, Nip. I've buried it all today.” Kent had said, “You don’t know what tears are.” “Maybe I don't,” she thought, and felt her hand wet with them. Suddenlly, she was on the floor beside Nip, the coral gowns as incongruous as a clovn’s paint, swirled around her. In her sobs, she didn't hear footsteps approaching. When she looked up, tears streaking her face, she saw that Ann and Kent were staring at her. (To Be Continued)

(All events, names and characters in this story are fictitious.)

EX-INFANTA HAS CHILD

ROME, March 7 (U. P.).—The Countess Enrico Moroni Cinzano, the former Infanta Maria Christina, daughter of the late King Alfonso of Spain, has given birth to a "daughter in Turin, it was announced last night.

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