The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-06-18


She was deliberately stating the
facts in the baldest manner, for
some obscure need to ease the pain
in her heart. Her offended con-
science reminded her that she had
not realized her love Tor the other
wonan's husband until that other
woman had already forfeited all
claim to her husbands love and re-
spect. 1t insisted that she give her
self credit for not having lifted a
finger to win the man she loved un-
til his wife had deserted him and
his child for another man.
For the thousandth time Nan
wondered # Iris was happy with her
embezzler-lover, Herbert S. Craw-
ford, of whose perfdy John Curtis
Morgan still had not the faintest
suspicion. Thank Goodman cried
in her heart-she had won her man
without betraying the woman who SO
richly deserved to be betrayed. She
had not shown the letter.
Better tear up Bert Crawford's
letter now, she told herself. She
was going to be living with Iris hus-
band now-no, no, not Iris huS-
band! Her husband! = and he
might accidentally run across it
among her belongings. The letter
was in her handbag, placed there
that morning when she had turned
the key upon the little apartment
for the last time. Her hand was
on the clasp of the bag when there
came a knock at the door. Before
answering, Nan whirlec to the little
typewriter table and began, with
lightning rapidity to transcribe her
notes. If it was Blake or Evans
coming in to kid her about her
marriage .
Come I'M! she called CURLY,
without interrupting her flying
fingers!
1t was Kathleen O'Hara.
1--WE Just been out to lunch, Miss
CARROLL mean, Mrs. Morgan-and
got this noon edition of the News.
They've got the cutest picture Of
you and Mr. Morgan right on the
front page"
"Of me?" Nan asked, startled, as
she reached for the paper. ooh, I
see!r 1t was the old snapshot of
her and John Curtis Morgan walk
ing down the steps of the court
house, smiling over the successful
and dramatic conclusion of the
trial of Big Joe" Connors for the
murder Of Boss" Powers. Throw
ing the little newspaper snapshft
into the shade was a big, lovely
studio portrait Of Iris Morgan
Think you, Miss O'Hara," Nan
said so CURLY that the Irish blue
eyes clouded for a moment.
I'm afraid I interrupted" Kath-
leen O'Hara said alphabetically.
But can't I do that for you? M!
I never saw anyone typeWrite so
fast in my life!" she added, with
ingenious admiration. "You could
dictate it to me. I'll bet it is hard
for you to remember you're one Of
the bosses now, and don't have to
do your own tipping, and I'm just
crazy to get really into this work
1t must be absolutely fascinating,
and a girl has a real chance to ad-
vance herself. You've proved that,
Miss-Mrs. Morgan" The girl
stopped suddenly, her pretty young
face scarlet with embarrassment.
MAN dropped her own eyes to her
y machine, her cheeks as red as
the stenographer's. Thank you
very much, Miss OHara, but I'll fin
ish this myself. But don't worry
I'll give you plenty OF work in the
future. I'm afraid, however, you
won't find it all absolutely fasci-
mating We don't get a sensational
murder case every day. Let me
know when Mr.. Morgan returns,
please" she added, in a tone that
Enthusiastically carried dismissal.
When Nan was alone again she
forced her fingers to finish the page
she was working on. Then, drawn
irresistibly, though she knew she
would inevitably be hurt, she took
up the paper which Kathleen
O'Hara had brought her.
Famous Lawyer WEEDS Secretary"
was the headlines across the front
page layout Of type and pictures.
Smaller headlines proclaimed: John
Curtis Morgan, states foremost
criminal lawyer, secretly divorced
from beautiful Iris Morgan. makes
Nancy Carroll, secretary, his wife
and law partner on the same day"
Her flush deepening until her
cheeks burned painfully, Ma read
the first paragraphs of the story:
mot until the city hall reporter
was tipped off this morning that a
wedding Of unusual interest was be-
ing celebrated in the office of JUS
tice of the Peace Aloysius Doheny,
did it become a matter of public
knowledge that John Curtis Morgan,
foremost criminal lawyer in the state
and former district attorney, had Sc
cured an uncontested divorce from
beautiful Iris Craig Morgan. The
decree was granted on July % by
Judge Benjamin Haskell, the case
being presented by former Judge
Charles Jennifer, and heard by
Judge Haskell in chambers the
basis of the plea being desertion. A
letter from Mrs Iris Morgan, in
which she announced her intention
never to return to her husbands
bed and board formed the basis of