The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-07-08
Q 1929 ~ Mex SERVICE INC
CHAPTER Xiv (Continued)

CHAPTER Xiv Continued
When she met him at the train,
his effort TO be casual and philo-
sophical over his defeat made Nan
want 70 press his head against her
breast and murnur broken little
words Of love and comfort.
We'll, Nan-thats that" he said,
his mouth quirking downward in
the smile she knew 50 well. But
there was no smile in his deep-set
black eyes. Guess we were about
due for tumble Morgan 81 Nor
gar we're getting too cocky. .
But ne mustn't slip up on the
Blsckhull case
Because there was so much that
must be said, and which she could
not yet bring herself TO utter, Nan
vas unusually silent on the drive
homeward. Morgan, glad 10 let her
have the wheel, relaxed against the
cushions and closed his eyes, but
not once did he take his arm from
about her shoulders.
Here re are, dear" Nan said
when they we're turning into their
oVn driveway. Sorry to disturb
YOU"
I was almost asleep" he adj
n1itted, as he sprang out to open the
garage doors for her.
Two or three minutes later, as
they walked arm and arm along
The driveway to the front of the
house, Morgan exclaimed:
Well, we'll I see the Tanner
cottage has been rented. Who are
our new neighbors, Nan?"
Nan couldn't tell hin1-not to-
night, when he was so tired and
sad. While she was still struggling
for Uords-any words rather than
The truth. the necessity for answer
ing was taken out Of her hands. For
the porch light Of the little house
sc-oSs the street came on at just
that moment, and out of the door
stepped two figures-a man and a
woman.
Nan recognized the man instantly
as Rufus Hubbard, a divorce lawyer.
The woman. Of course was Iris Nor
gan. Beneath the unusually brilliant
light her beauty enhanced by a for
nal evening gown, was a breath
taking revelation.
MORGAN stopped stone still and
wi stared. Nan felt his arm con-
tract and harden until her own
hand. tucked within it, was almost
crushed by the pressure. He did
not move or speak until Iris had
called a gay goodnight to her caller
and vanished within the house.
When Rufus Hubbards jaunty
stride had carried him to the side
walk. the light flashed off Then
slowly, heavily. Morgan assembled
the steps Of his own house.
Iris name was not mentioned be-
tween Nan and her husband that
night, but it was a man with sick
eyes and deep, new lines in his hag-
gard face that the girl kissed her
goodnight just outside her own bed
room door.
The next morning Nan was not
surprised to see Iris Morgan on her
Own porch, obviously awaiting her
former husbands appearance. Bra
zenly. in defiance of neighbors who
might witness the scene, Iris beck
oned TO Morgan. imperiously. He
paused uncertainty on the step, his
hand Tightening convulsively upon
Mans shoulder; then as her eyes
lifted to meet his, they encountered
such a tragic, humble plea for guild
ance or permission, perhaps, that
she nodded mutely.
She was about to turn back into
tho house, as Morgan started across
tbs street, when the thought of the
neighbors whom Iris Scorned to con-
slider stopped her. If any commu-
nifty gossip was watching from be-
hind a curtain, let her also report
that John Curtis Morgan's wife had
sanctioned that interview to take
place across the street.
AS she forced herself to look on,
she was rewarded for the effort it
cost her to stay by seeing Morgan
firmly and definitely refuse his for
nler wifes invitation to enter the
house. Whatever was said between
them-and the interview was brief,
Cue obviously to Morgans impa-
tierce to be gone-was said on the
porch. Family across the street
came the tremulous cadences of
Iris voice.
After a very few minutes the
man turned his back upon that
voice and its passionate pleas;