The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-06-10

Phil. You say you love him, but
you wouldn't leave your husband for
him, would you?"
'I know that I'm going to leave
my husband right now" asserted
Eleanor, unless you go right to
Phil"
You'd do thing like that?" de-
manded Cynthia.
cot course I would! Wouldn't
you? To save the man you loved,
the only man you ever loved or
ever could love? Don't tell me you
wouldn't, because you and would
do the same thing"
"And you'll do the dreadful thing
Of leaving your husband? Like any
heroine Of a back-stairs novel?"
Don't be disguised; you'd do it
too. Wouldn't you?"
Cynthia Brown looked at the girl
who, in everything save the cloth
ing they wore, was herself.
st suppose would" she admitted.
Then you'll do it?''
n
CHE didn't wait for a reply, but
| - stood up and began tearing off
the travelling dress that she wore.
You'll have to wear the dress I
wore. He's half conscious, but he
might notice. His name is Phil
Jennings. He's at the Burlingame,
Lexington avenue, near Gramercy
park"
Cynthia put forth a restraining
hand. Eleanor, you're utterly mad.
Grant that we do look alike and
speak alike, still"
1T isn't those things alone-we
are alike, inside"
But even them" protested Gym
thia. THE things that happened
between you - the intimacieS-h
first reminder of something that 1
ought to remember as well as he
does
Eleanor stepped forth from her
dress. Cynthia, even in that mo-
ment, was able to feel faint envy
of the quality and texture of the
garments that Eleanor wore next
her body.
Il tell YOU" said Eleanor, that
he's only half conscious"
But he won't remain that way"
objected Cynthia.
But I'll come down. I don't know
where Dean and I are going" Her
face crimsoned with a blush of
painful embarrassment. But it
won't be far; I'll change the plans
She averted her eyes from the ques-
tioning glance of Cynthia. 'Tomor-
row"
She interrupted herself to take
hold of Cynthia's shoulders, as
though to act as maid for her. The
other girl disengaged herself.
But don't you see, you love him?
No matter how much I seem like
you, I can't possibly seem like the
girl who loves him"
"But hell be thinking of the girl
he loves" said Eleanor.
mo man identifies a woman that
way. If he were dying, in the very
second of his death he'd be able to
tell the difference between the girl
he loved and the girl who pre-
tended to love him."
Eleanor started at her. you think
he'd know?"
Because you love him, and be-
cause he knows you love him. yes,
Cynthia replied.
Speculation hat was desperation
born crept into Eleanor's eyes.
Il don't love Dean, and he knows
I don't" she said slowly.
ELEANOR knew her own features
IL and the combinations of ex-
preston that could fit across her
own face. Many time. like every
other young girl, she had sat before
a mirror and tried to reproduce the
expressions of her favorite stage or
screen star of the moment And
now it.was like looking at closeup
of herself.
The black eyes of Cynthia first
were childiShly round; then mar
rowed in bewilderment. The
ouizzical brows arched, then fiat
tened in straight line; the delicate
noStrils quivered, and the short
upper lip trembled. Across that
lovely countenance incredulity
chased surprise and was pursued by
horror.
Nov know you're mad" said
Cynthia. She raised haIld-even
the nails, that should have been
perfect almonds but conformed 10
fashions unbeautiful pointed ends.
we're exactly like Eleanor 's-to ST.
lence Eleanor's protest. Utterly.
absolutely and viciouSly madl vi
cious. that's the word. Even to be
able to think such thing-it's too
horrible"
i know it, agreed Eleanor. "But
its more horrible letting Phil die.
isn't it?"