The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1928-09-18

lowing their mad wedding on shipboard
eye he Is I'M out she and Sss out ro
goes immediately to MABEL BLAKE, a
social worker, who accompanied her on
Mabel, meantime, has become en-
gagged herself to an American working
IN Hasyan3-JAcK. MOORE: They listen,
and Mabel agrees to sail with her that
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER xxIII
r IKE strangers Sybil and Mabe
IL looked at each other, anc
seemed embarrassed. Until sud-
denly, with one of her swift change.
of mood, Sybil advanced like f1elt
marshal on Mabel's wardrobe.
ooh, God," she prayed, help me
to be hard boiled! Wake up
Nab! Help me swing this truns
around. Pack your hats and YOU
toilet things. I'll get your dreSse;
on the hangers. A little speed, il
your sailing with mel"
With incredible swiftness the
hours flew Three hours later the
followed their trunks aboard, while
:. whistles blew and the gangplank
Aunder their very feet, began to
Gremble and to move.
On the pier Jack Moor wiped his
glistening pate, and swore he'd seer
q miracle.
"You see," explained Mabel, "thC
lamb never saw me hurry before"
They stood on the deck together
their faces toward the shining city
And Mabel waved her little hand
kerchief until Jack was only a do
in the distance.
"Well, Nab" SybiI tucked her
arm through her friends. ut was
an exciting vacation anyhow"
Mabel turned her back to the dis
tant land Smoldering turquoise
and cleaning sapphire, and all the
sunset hues that shone on build
1ngs of pink and blue and yellow
Moro Castle in a sea of jade, ana
the city beyond, all bathed in gol-
den light.
my dear" she said in her best
social service manner, "that'S no
way to talk. You must try not to
be bitter. But don't, beg Of you
be frivolous%
Sybil, swallowing a perilous lump
in her throat, dabbed at her eyes
with bit of lace. Her chin quiv-
cred, and she caught her lower lip
between her teeth.
"Well, don't feel so darn Polly
annaish about it'll tell you that
I'd like to crawl into my little berth
back there, and howl to heaven. But
what's the use, Nab? You've got
to snap your fingers at Fate, old
dear-or Fate will darn soon knock
you out"
"Sybil, have you thought Of Craig
lately?"
my dear, I haven't thought OF
anybody else. It took Richard to
make me appreciate him. A lot
OF good that will do me-now."
him, Sib?"
do you suppose you'll marry
Heavens above, Mabel, I've had
enough of marriage"
But it would be different with
Craig"
- IL know it would. But I can't
evennthink about it. You see I'm
already married. Whether I like it
or not, I have husband. 1t doesn't
make any difference that he drinks
and chases Isabellas. He's my hus-
band Just the same. Unless 1 get a
divorce!
"Oh, my dear, wouldn't that give
Boston something to talk ABOUT!
wouldn't they love it! Wouldn't
Val just eat it up! And Mrs. Car
rington, and the Caswells. And all
the girls who want Craig and can't
get him. And the crowds at the
Country club"
Sybil sighed profoundly, 81 guess
I'VE fixed things this time, Nah, !
guess I've wrecked my little old life
forever"
MABEL said nothing at the time
lVA but shortly she began to talk
divorce. After dinner that night
she found sequestred corner TO-
their deck chairs, and to Sybll'S
great amazement, proceeded calmly
to advocate an immediate divorce
ST don't know how you'd go about
it." she admitted. But aren't they
awfully easy things to get in Paris?
In this country there's something
about establishing a residence
that is, you have to live for a GER
tain length Of time wherever you
file suit.
80 that ducking out of Boston
wouldn't do much good. People
would know anyhow. But II yor
went over to Paris, it could all be
so quiet nobody would even suspect.
Sybil laughed.
"Anybody'd think you were talk
ing about running over to South
Boston!" she joked, and added
plaintively, "how, my dead, could J
hop over to PARISH"
| Mabel was vague.
AZ'Oh, it could be arranged some
now. I'd love to see you out OF
this mess, Sybil, before Craft knows
about it. BY the way, did you evel
write hirn?"
"No, didn't. I simply couldn't
And he sent about twenty radios
and things, cabled that I'd write
later-that I was awfully busy, anc
having wonderful time. He knows
how I hate to write letters. Anc
I asked him not to cable any more
because it made me feel awfully
guilty.
AZ said he was just running my
vacation, making me feel that
ought to write him. My dear, i
cost me SIG and I felt like per.
feet criminal. But it worked, Poo
y old Craig. He told me to have {
s@ad time and to forget all abou