The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-07-06

nome WOulQ nave 0een an acknOWI-
edgment of defeat. But to leave it
here. waiting. Oh, yes, clever
of you, Irisi" The brown head
jerked up then; the red light of bat
tie glowed in eyes that had been
stony with a cold anger and con-
tempt We'll Iris" she challenged
her unseen rival, Il think it's about
time I was clever, too"
THE result Of that resolution was
i a conference the very next day
between Nan Morgan and one of
the city's most trustworthy interior
decorators. Shortly after their mar
riage Morgan had paid his new wife
the courtesy of adding her name 10
his in a Joint checking account at
the bank.
Now, without conjunction. she
prepared to draw upon it almost
to the extent of its capacity, in an
effort to Danish the ghost of Iris
Morgan from her home and his.
Late on Monday, Jan. 7, Just
twenty hours before Morgan
was due home from the state capital
to take up the interrupted case OF
The State versus David BlaCkhull,
Nan Morgan made tour of her
home and found it good The draw
ing room had been re-papered, so
that no longer o"er the fireplace was
there dark square to call atten-
ton to the fact that Iris Morgans
portrait had been banished. There
we're new curtains and Grapes in
both dining room and drawing
room. and in the latter really not
able collection of beautifully framed
etchings, to take the place of the
pictures of which Iris had robbed It.
But it was the first wife's bedroom
which had undergone the most COM
plete change. Gone we're the
amethyst and blue-green Grapes
and bedspreads; gone the amethyst
rug, the vanity dressing table with
it's amethyst jars and boxes. gone,
toe. was every piece OF the Chinese
teakWood furniture.
The interior decorator har spoken
gloWingly of the new moderniStic
furniture, but Nan had told him:
No this is to be our guest room,
suitable for a man and wife OF any
age. 1t must be quietly charming
and utterly comfortable
Completed. it was just that It
even looked as if it had been lived
in. Nan discovered, as she studied
her new guest room with quiet sat-
isfaction. No smallest reminder
here of exotic Iris. In her files at
the office reposed warehouse re-
ceipt for all the gaudy trappings and
furnishings which had given place to
the new.
IF you win, Iris Nan mentally
promised her rival. you may have
the receipt. with my compliments
to a better woman than am"
Even as she uttered this braVado
to herself. Nan knew that she was
simply whistling to kee pher courage
up. 1t had net been so difficult go
be brave, clever and hard while
John Curtis Morgan was safely
away from the spell of the woman
across the street. But in twenty
four hours he would be home again
and then-Vhat?
The Bradley case, which John
Curtis Morgan was defending on an
appeal before the state supreme
court. did not go to the jury until
Tuesday noon. The Blackhull case
was to reopen the next day, after
an adjournment due to the sud-
den. serious illness Of the star wit
ness. the old butler, .Edgars. Nan
spent the whole of Tuesday work
ing on the Blackhull case. so that
her husband should find everything
in readiness for the delayed open
ing on Wednesday.
At half-past his telegram came.
Nan had not yet left the office.
There was no need now for her to
rush horne to Curtis. for the child.
obeying his mothers command. was
spending his afternoons in the little
house across the street. Nan had
not dared issue counter -order to
the child to stay at home. If such
an order was to be issued, it must
come from the father.
CHE opened the telegram. "Leav-
- ing at $40 Arrive 11:1s. Lost.
Please meet me, John"
Lost Nan stared at the word.
How sore his heart must be! He
had so counted on winning this
case. Lost. Not very many times
in his career as criminal lawyer
had John Curtis Morgan been forced
to make that confession.
Through her tears, Nan saw the
very letters of the word grow giant
in size. Lost. 1t was like a cry
from her heart to his-not, 1--WE
lost" but Il am lost" Would he
no. be los" indeed. when he came
home to find Iris almost in his very
the width of street
between her and him? A magnet
drawing, drawing. until he was lost
indeed.
Nan closed her eyes for mo-
ment, then looked at the message
again. Please meet me- Suddenly
exultation svelled in her heart. He
wanted her: he needed her. He
was sad and discouraged. and he
was crying out to her for comfort.
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