The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1926-11-06

4 II was ner d1T OIL pOSSeSSlOH WHICH
whitened Sonia's face. She had
known about her, but to see him
with her was much more serious.
And at this moment, she, Sonia
Marsh, was nothing to, him. AL
though they were separated by only
her, was not even thinking of her.
How could he be when his head was
bent so attentively to listen to the
other girl? A
The line moved and they disap-
peared inside the theater.
Sick with jealousy, Sonia would
gladly have left the line and gone
home, but she dared not show any
emotion before Violet. Throwing
back her head, she chatted about
anything else until at last they were
seated in the darkened theater and
she could safely relax her stiffened
features.
The picture f1oated before her eyes
in infinitesimal, meaningless pieces,
although she heard herself laughing
with Violet and argeeing with her
whispered comments.
The situation was impossible. She
could not understand how she could
A love affair with a man who was
already engaged! He might as well
be married. Weeks had passed since
he had promised to speak to his
mother. OF course, everything
hinged on her condition.
But that's ridiculous, too"
thought Sonia. THE idea that any
woman. even his mother, could
force a man to be engaged against
his will"
1t would have been easier to be-
lieve If she had not seen Genevieve
Erickson. But the girl was lovely.
She was no washed out clinging
vine, as Sonia, for some reason, had
imagined her, but a charming girl,
with a definite personality. and evi.
IDENTIFY used to attention.
'And he's giving it to her." con-
tinued Sonia. stabbing at her own
heart. "He needn't tell me his kisses
are like a brothers,
When Violet announced that this
was where they had come in, Sonia
had neither see nor heard anything
that had taken place. She took her
hat and stumbled from the theater,
blind with rage at herself and fate.
and most of all, the man who had
been responsible for the situation.
She parted from Violet /as soon
as possible, taking the street car and
trudging eventually up to her own
apartment.
When she had unlocked the door
it lifelessly without removing hat
or coat.
The new sweater she had bought
hung across a chair She turned
her eyes away from it. What pos
sihle pleasure could their week end
bring now? She would constantly
be seeing his face as it had looked
into Genevieve Erickson's.
i When the doorbell rang at 1880
she answered it listlessly. It was
Franklin and he entered as if moth
ing had happened, is if he had not
just been sitting close beside another
girl. while Sonia waited. aching for
him. in the same theater.
She stared at him coldly.
what did you come here for?"
what do you suppose? I wanted
to see you
81 don't know why you should,
Isn't this your night off,
He dropped his coat good-natu-
redly.
"Why, bless it's little heart, it's
peeved at papa"
"Why shouldn't I be?" she blazed.
81 suppose you're going to tell me
you spent the evening holding your
mothers hand"
ut isn't necessary for me to give
an account of my evenings. Sonia"
well. I saw you at the Warf1eld
with the girl you're going to marry"
$50 that's it, You saw me. Where
were your"
waiting in the line four places
back" she said, bitterly. where
suppose you'd like to keep me al
ways. But I won't. I can't stand
this, Franklin. It's killing me-
White faced they stared at each
other.
What do you mean?" he said at
last. Z
IT mean it's got to stop. You'll
have to choose now which one Of
us it's going to be-"
Ito Be Continued