The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1927-04-15

engaged in untanging his fathers pusl-
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wealthy widow for whom she, did
great service, and upon MRS Ma Mai'o sbs
agrees to keep secret at the request Of
JUDGE PERKINS, the Maltby family
lawyer Joyce continues her MR }G'e EIT n
a reading circle, OF which Mho' ELL Is
SIMONS is patroness.
CHAPTER Nj
SETTING THE TRAP
The same hour that Joyce and
Judge Perkins were comforting in
the Maltby library over Mrs. Malt
: by's will, Carter Deland was being
driven to his old rooms at his club.
He was wearied of the sunshine
and violets in the Bermudas, and
the few advances he had made
toward adventure with women had
seemed fiat and stale. He found the
vision of Joys youth, her slight fig
ure, her saucy tongue had rendered
all other women insipid or too bold.
He was returning with one fixed
purpose in his mind.
"Ill not blunder again by being
too sudden or leaving any loopholes
about for escape" he promised him
self.
Back in his sitting-room, which
welcomed him as quietly as though
he had left only the day before, he
sat planning, testing his scheme
from every angle and finding it flaw
less.
Except for some act of God" he
thought rather grimly, Joyce and I
will be sailing for foreign lands in
another month";" and he gave him
self over to the luxury of dreaming
An hour later, Marian, listening
in idly to a call she had put through
to Mrs. Fitz-Simons, announced to
the board, Garter Deland's back"
Several interested ears took note
of the following conversation:
Dear Mrs. Fitz-Simons this is
Carter Deland calling"
Garter! How wonderful! When
did you get back?"
This morning, and I am calling
you at once, ! am so impatient for
news of you and Matilda and all our
good friends, but particularly of you,
dear Mrs. Fitz.Simons.
"Flatterer! / ought not to speak
to you, after the way you deserted
us in the middle Of the season, leav-
ing a trail Of broken hearts behind
you"
20, surely not that. When may
I see you? ] found the Bermudas
very dull and am longing for some
excitement. Can you lunch with me
today?"
IL should love to, Carter. At
one?'
"At one. Farewell for few
hours"
Marian grimaced at her fellow
eavesdroppers. "Of all the soft soap
singers, she said.
do you suppose fat old Mrs.
Mush believes all that stuff" one of
the other girls asked.
Marian shrugged. IT don't know
whether she believes it or not, but
I'm dead sure she likes it."
What do you suppose Joy is go
ing to do now that Cafter's back"
someone asked, for the sewing
circle took deep interest in the
heart affairs Of its members.
II don't know" said Marian.
"She passed him up cold when Deke
came back"
1T doesn't look to me like she's
so crazy about Deke, the way she's
chasing around with fellows from
the hotel"
II hear dhis old man nearly ran
the business in the ground just be-
fore ha had that stroke and Dekes
been g. busy trying to straighten
that Sxt that he hasn't much time
Tor Joy these days." Marian said a
little defensively.
She's not taking his absence very
hard that can see," went on the
other.
ooh, these transient guys don't
count" said Marian. Look how I
go around with 'em when Jacks
away. He don't care. He knows
my hearts in the right place."
I'LL bet he does care, but he just
don't want you to know he's jeal-
Gus. There never was a guy that
wanted his sweetie to chase around
with other fellows"
Jacks different" Marian began.
She was greeted with laughter and
there began hot discussion on the
subject Of jealousy, male and
female brands.
The subject was still in order an
hour later when Marian switched a
call to Mrs. Fitz-Simons' suite to
tell her that Carter was waiting for
her in the lobby. She joined another
girl to peer out at the debonair Car
ter, who was lounging near joys
desk. Joy had not come in, having
telephoned Miss Scanlon that she
would be late today, but would work
late to make it up.
Handsome as ever" Marian re-
marked, noting Carter carefully.
"I'll bet he's a real devil" COM
mented the other girl, half
enviously. \
IT hope Joy has passed him up
for good" said Marian. Those rich
old boys never mean anything