The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-07-05
TELEPHONE, sir she a

"TELEPHONE, sir she an
Il swered, with an odd note of
resentment or sulkiness in her voice.
It required no unusual amount OF
intuition for Nan to guess that the
call was from Iris Morgan.
Don't look like that. honey
Willis whispered, as Morgan strobe
across the room toward the library
to answer the call. I'm glad l
came tonight. I see now why you
feel about him as you do. He's a
prince. Fight for him, Nan. He's
worth it
That's big of you, Willis" Nan
murmured huskily. I'LL fight all
right, but-so will she. And she
has the biggest advantage over me
that one woman can have over an
other"
And that iS?"
John was mad about her for the
whole eight years they were mar
ried, and he never really possessed
her. Now she pretends she's just as
much in love with him as he ever
was with her. Can't you see how
the thought of possessing her COM
pletely, after all those years of frus-
trated alteration, must affect him?''
But he loves you," Willis Todd
protested. Not in that insane, slav-
ish way, perhaps, but truly, deeply.
You've got to believe that, Man,
Il do" Nan said simply. II
wouldn't fight for a minute if I
didn't believe that. Now, I'm going
to tune in on some choir music. 1
love the Christmas hymns. Don't
you?"
Nan was at the radio cabinet and
Willis Todd was relaxed in a big
wing chair before the fireplace
when Morgan re-entered the room.
With deep sigh, whether Of worry
or contentment Nan could not know
he dropped to the couch and
stretched his long legs toward the
cracking flames of the wood fire.
Music, John? Or would you
rather just talk?" Nan called.
"a sandWicll-music. talk. more
music. Some carols, if you can find
any in the air." her husband an
sWered.
TOUR days later Nan Morgan
L looked back upon the Christmas
evening and tried, desperate with
need OF its happiness and and peace,
if only in memory, to recapture
every moment Of it.
and 1 sat there, SNUG as a
puSsy-cat, listening to carols and
telling myself that Id been making
A. mountain out of a molehill; that
there was nothing to be afraid OF"
Nan reflected bitterly. on the day
that she knew that Dr.. Blacks
warning had not been the idle med
ding of a he-gOsSip.
She was in her own Office. read
ing a long, Geographic report from
her husband. filed at the state cap
ital, where he was conducting the
Bradley defense on its appeal to
the supreme court.
Her telephone rang. Absently,
she reached for the receiver, her
eyes still fastened upon the tele-
gram.
Hello. Yes, Estelle. What's the
matter? Quit painting and try to
talk plainly. Is it-Curtis?'
Nom. it's her!" Estelle's urgent,
gusty whisper came over the wire.
mfr. Morgans other wife, I mean"
Mans heart lunged. was caught
in the grip of a pain so intense that
for a moment there was nothing
else in the world but that terrible
pain. After a bit. when that dread
full contraction of the heart muscles
had relented somewhat. she became
aware that Estelle's gusty whisper
was vibrating against her eardrum.
'Nr. Morgan's other wife" SO that
was how even the servants thought
of John Curtis Morgan-a man with
two wives. But she must listen,
must answer intelligently.
TO Be Continued