Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 7 November 1946 — Page 16

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CHAPTER 28 : GAYLE HAD kpown almost from the instant Mrs, Evans began her story what she was going to do. Well, then, the thing to do was to do it. She'd have to tell Bart. All right, she would tell him—the minute he came home. Oh, but he

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ing in town all night. She looked at the clock. It was almost six. She turned to the telephone and. called him at his club. “This is Gayle,” she said, carefully controlling her voice. “Some-

to come home tonight.” ” » » “WHAT IS IT? Can't it wait until tomorrow?” “No, it can't wait, and I can't

before nine.” “But good gosh, Gayle, you're balling up everything for me. I've got a date, It can't be that important.” Suddenly her voice shook with rage. "You'll come home or when you do you won't find either Kent or me here.” ” » ~ “GAYLE!” he cried, frightened “Gayle, what's the matter?” But the phone had gone dead, She was in the living room when he arrived. She heard his car stop, heard the door slam; the house door open; and each sound in turn

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seemed to crash and echo within her, . Her nerves grew so taut that she felt as if she must scream, but she gripped her hands tight and waited. “Gayle!” Bart called from the hall. “Gayle! Where are you?” He rushed into the living room. “Oh, here you are. What is it, Gayle? What's wrong?” She forced herself to look at him, and for one instant he seemed more dear to her than he had ever been —and then the instant passed, » » ~ SHE SWAYED in her chair, Her

thing has come up. You'll have eyes closed, and she grew so white |

{that Bart hurried to her side and| topiched her shoulder, “Gayle,” he | whispered, frightened. “Gayle.” His touch seemed to sweep her dizziness aside, Her eyes opened

| furiously. “Take it off.” {

| He stared at her blankly in his confusion and fear. “What's the matter?” he asked. "Are yoti—sick, | | Gayle?” | “No.” Then she pointed to a| chair. “Sit down. I want to talk to you.” | ~ ” ” HE SAT down and waited, . his] forehead furrowed in a frown, his| eyes clouded and wondering. Gayle had dreaded this moment. | She had been afraid she would] weep, but waves of anger swept | lover her and gave her all the| strength and control she needed. | {“T know about Holly Steele,” she said. “Holly?” He barely breathed the word. | “Yes, Holly.- Don't bother to lie. Don't even try to lie. You've already lied enough for a dozen lifetimes." “Gayle, please—" His hand went | out to her in pleading. { » ” uo “PLEASE,” she repeated, her] voice quivering with Don't ‘please’ me. I. didn't telll vou to come home because I in-! tended to discuss this with you. I! thought first I'd just take Kent and go, but then I decided to play fair until the bitter end—more than fair. | | “I've told you what I know. Now| I'll tell you what I'm going to do.! fI'm going to get a divorce right |away.” | | Unbelieving, he stared at her and | {asked wonderingly, “You'll go to | Reno? You'll never do that, Gayle.” | “Go to Reno? Of course I shan't go to Reno. What would I go there for? Tl get a divorce right here in Westchester countv.” = ” ” HE WALKED the length of the room twice before he spoke and slowly all the implications of what she threatened became clear to him.| He knew that only adultery was grounds for divorce in New York state, The newspapers! What the newspapers would print He had to stop! her. Some way he had to stop her “You can't. Gayle.” can't do this to me. You oouldn’t be that cruel—not you Gayle” = r r “OH. DON'T be 50 everlastingly childish she cried, his lack of understanding 1 being crue! I don't about being for revenge 2

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his body bent forward, his eyes| fixed on her eyes, his big hands | pening and closing. But he did not touch her, “I'll get you for this,” he said, sound-| ing almost as if someone were] gripping his throat with iron fingers; “I'll get you if it's the last

Aalk about it over the telephone land she drew away from him. “Take | thing I ever do. You wait. You'll Youll have to come home, Be here your hand off me.” she commanded Pe sorry. You'll be sorry.”

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