The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1928-09-15

tHlonaIu; moore ana Mabel persuade her
her back to the hotel. The girls wait
IN the lobby. while Moore goes up to
It the. time from the terrific i ntcxica<
tion Of Ire night before.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER XXI
TACK MOORE smiled benevo.
~ lently. well pleased with his eff
forts.
well, we'll" he began, and rubbed
his hands together with vast salts
faction, "our young friends is thor
oughly ashamed of himself. I don't
believe you'll have any more trouble
with him, Sybil. The realization
~-that you might leave him
Strengthened him right out"
Sybil snliled-a strained, polite
little smile.
you've been awfully good, Jack
will you go up now, dear?'
prompted Mabel.
"Oh, suppose so.'
And we'll see you in the morn
ing"
% ICH was pacing restlessly. Ur
IN and down the big room. Smok-
ing nervously in habitual fashion.
His face flushed and his hair tossed.
Sybil thought his eyes were the
brightest things she had ever seen
She stood silently in the doorway,
penitent than an outraged wife. He
stopped his striding, and turned to
face her.
WELL she said, there am"
Exactly like that, and ragged
within for sounding SO humble.
you're nice girl-you are!"
Then she saw that he was angry.
Running to NAB and Moore with
stories about your husband! Max
ing a fool of me. Anybody'd think
I'd been beating you. Sniveling and
crying suppose.
Good Lord, who do you thing
you are? You're no little Innocent,
my lady. Not by a long shot. a
woman of the world, if ever knew
one. Pulling a line, like a 16-year-
old. Kicking up a rumpus because
I've been drinking a little. How
long, may ask, has that been a
sin in your calendar, Miss Virtuea"
Quietly she heard him out.
81 came back, Rich, because
thought you needed me. I thought
you would be sorry, and that We
would start all over again.
"Sorry!" he sneered.
eyes, sorry" she went on even y
But I see now that I was rnistak e. a
Perhaps it is because you are sill
intoxicated that you are talking. thi.
way. Perhaps you WILL be sorry
in the morning.
"I'm going to be fair wi III YOU
Rich. Tomorrow will be another
day; You're not in any corir .ition tx
talk tonight.
ST won't stay with you. Probably
you don't want me to. CUES,
you hate me now. TT 90 to thu
Ingla Terra, and you can come tx
see me in the morning"
you'll do nothin 2 of the sort
What do you thinF; I ana poo
worm9 Letting rrJ wife go gall
wanting off :"
IT don't know how you're goine
to stop me, Rich,"'
She was still carrying her small
travelling bag.
"See-1'm o,Cite ready. I've plenty
Of money, arVl I'm not at all afraic
of you
CUDDE1ELY his manner changed
- "DcEl't go, Sib. For Gods sake
don't goa. I've been rotten to you,
know. My nerves are all shot, Sih
I sho' Jldn't drink know I shouiC
not. But you don't know how it IS
when a mans system Graves tn
strff.
"Sybil-there are times when
vfant a drink so much that it hurts
x get SICK wanting it. It's the onl!
thing that sets me up. And then
you know yourself how it is, dear
No one ever means to take TOT
much. 1 swear I'd rather cut off m!
acted. I couldn't help it, Sib. sim
ply couldn't help it."
He sank into chair, and groane;
aloud.
There isn't a more miserable
man in the world. Don't hate me
dear. You're all I have. neeC
you so"
He was pitiful. Like little boy
worn out with temper, sobbing hi
remorSe.
Tad was like that when he wa
small She remembered his ungov.
>crnable RACES, and the way he crieC
afterward, and promised to be good
And the sweet, pathetic little thing!
he did to make amends.
He was such q naughty boy--anc
so endearing. Their mother haC
been instantly forgiving. But sht
remembered how stern their fathe,
was.
you'll never cure him that way
he had demonstrated. "a spanking
would do him more good than kisse;
It's wrong to coddle temper. Be firm
with him, Mother It's for his owl
good"
1T was hard to be firm with Ricl
L las hard as it had been for he
mother to be firm with Tad. Their
was something very pathetic abou
promising to be good.
Telling her he needed her. Sh
felt like a wicked matron in an or
phan asylum. But her decision thi
time was final
ats for his own good" she re
fiected. Hes got to stand on hi
own feet"
And stealing her heart to the hur
in his eyes, she spoke TSsolutely.
I'm sorry, Rich. You can corr
over in the morning."
Don't leave me, Sib."