The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-10-05
CHAPTER XVIII Continued
.OrrT OUR WAY

Are you taking an early train?'
Mrs. Wethering asked, hoping the
girl did not intend to driver her car
to the city. She was much relieved
when Helen told her she was going
on morning train.
In Helen's mind, too, was fear of
driving her car. She knew that she
was likely to become forgetful of
danger on the road and she did not
want to risk injury to another per-
son.
Mrs Wethering found an excuse
to go to her room with her when
Helen went up to get her hat and
wrap.
There's just little tang in the
cir; won't you wear a fur?" the
housekeeper urged.
Helen accepted a silver fox and
threw it carelessly about her Shout
ders. 1t made her costume perfect
and Mrs Wethering wondered if
she had selected the black and
white tweed ensemble, with its
smart black and silk blouse, with
any particular care.
What could be the object of her
visit TO the city? 1t worried the
older woman almost to the point
of causing her to attempt to break
down Heler'S reserve.
But that reserve has acted as a
shield upon many occasions and it
remained effective now. Helen was
ing her destination.
On the train she consulted a card
to make certain that she had the
correct address. Two or three
times she said it over to memorize
the street and number, then put it
away. The name that was en-
graved upon it was a silent re-
proach.
How often had Sh lied it as
her ownl Mrs. Leonard Brent.
And now-now she dared not think
beyond the hour that was to come
when she would beg to be re-
leased from her mad promise.
Surely. surely he would not hold
her to it,
But the voice Of fear deep in her
heart answered that he would. She
realized that. aside from the keep
ing of a promise to her father,
Leonard Brent had nothing out
standingly creditable to his ac-
count.
On the contrary. there were many
things against him. His past; so
many women; his strange, unde-
niably selfish desire TO shape a
young ife-her life to please him.
self.
HELEN could see now that her
H school friend, Shallimar, had
been right in much she had said
about Leonard.
Il always should have been my
self" Helen mourned. Then this
could not have happened. Leno
wouldn't have cared for me if had
been more independent"
She was wrong. of course, for
youth frequently will have its hour
Of alteration in regard to love
when it turns to worship of an I'M
natural object.
But Helen felt that she was the
only foolish girl in the world-the
only one who had been fascinated
by an older man-and she was
drinking deep OF regret.
The distance to New York from
Yonkers seemed Northumberland
yet she arrived there too soon. for
the interview ahead Of her prom
tsed to be extremely painful.
She had not telephone to say
that she was coming, feeling GER
tain to find Brent in. The thought
of talking with him by wire had
been impossible. She wanted to see
him now. tell him, and have an end
to her suspense.
At Brent'S apartment house she
gave her name at the desk and was
told TO come up. The girl who an
nounced her turned a curious look
upon her, but Helen missed it.
She stepped hurriedly into the
elevator and gave her floor to the
operator.
Mr.. Brent'S apartments" she in
ouired when he again opened the
door for her. He, too, flashed her
a queer glance when she named
Brent But his voice was correctly
modulated when he gave the direc-
tionS she asked for.
To your right. Miss. the third
dor Heyond the turn.
Thank you" Helen replied and
walked rapidly down the hall.
quite unaware that her pale face
and feverish eyes. her compressed
lips and the hint of tragedy that
hung about her was like stand