The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-06-19

I A thought reparted Itself from all
the others; Eleanor didn't want this
man, Eleanor's marriage to thi:
man must turn out tragically. For
Dean Carey would look upon I'm
happiness in marriage as nothing
less than tragedy.
In response to some Intangible OBJ
legation Cynthia had entered upon
this masquerade. Some spiritual
bond had allied her with Eleanor,
but something stronger than her
ties with Eleanor had leaped into
her life.
She knew inevitably that she
loved Dean. And it wasn't true
that she was the shadow of which
Eleanor was the substance. She
could take this man away from
Eleanor. No matter how greatly
he had deemed himself in love with
Tom Sanver's daughter, he now
was in love with the girl who stood
before him. This she knew and,
knowing, she swayed toward him.
He had released her in response
to an unuttered appeal. But now
at this sign of reyielding, he
reached for her again. But she
knew that if she yielded now, a
second time, there would be no re-
treat possible.
For she had had time to think,
and if she kissed him now it would
- bana,,eo che ryov,Tod RI LiSc moro
than she wanted to be decent. In
the fraction of a second that
elapsed while his hands were still
cropping for her, she banished mad
ness. At least she thought she did
But possibly the decencies of a
lifetime rallied to her aid; maybe all
the great decisions which we think
instantaneous are but the culmina-
ton of habits of thought.
The odd decisiveness of her ges-
ture stopped him. Smilingly, I'M
hurt, he looked at her.
You put out your hands to bar
me, but upon one finger see my
ring" he laughed.
which means what?" she asked.
"Why, it means that there's a
traitor in your camp. The hand
that tends me of belongs to me,
and so it can't be loyal to you"
Nevertheless the hand is pre-
tending loyalty and bids you keep
your distance" The words seemed
trite, as though copied from the
utterance of some heroine of an
old-time melodrama.
DUT he was in no mood to weigh
ID the nuance of words or tones
His gray eyes we're shining, not
with the passion of a moment ago
bu with great contentment. She
knew, with that acuteness which
women possess, that all their
conversation would be but a blurred
memory to t'1 in another day;
women can re -,uber every slight
est action that oduces surrender
but men treasure only the surrender
But you have other traitors in
your camp" he told her. Your
eyes and your lips"
His voice held a proudly tri-
umphant ring.
Traitors may be false to both
Sides she reminded him.
He shook his head. But CAM
be deceived by false reports any
longer. I know something now"
She fought for a gayesy that
though spurious, might avail.
And what is this great knowl-
edge that suddenly has descended
upon you2" she Knocked him.
You love me-" he told her simply.
Sure of that?"
Again he nodded. st wasn't sure
in fact. I was very sure that you
didn't. But what I told you has
come true, hasn't it?"
You've told me so many things,
she Graded.
That as soon as we married
you'd know you loved me-" he ex-
planned.
She made a little moue. "All
men are so sure Of that, aren't
they?"
But I wasn't sure. I me~ely
hoped, and simply said to you that
my wish was so great that I felt
it would come true. And it has,
hasn't it?"
q q =
A GAIN the ground beneath hel
n feet quaked.
You seem certain"
But I want to hear you say so,
he insisted.
Are words important" she de-
manded.
They can be very sweet, and
sweetness is important Isn't it?"
1T might be-" she admitted.
You know it is. Don't you like
to hear me tell you that I love
you
4 haven't heard you" she re-
torted.