The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-06-20
CHAPTER FIFTEEN

"DUT the illusion of a home
ID would be gone" she argued.
"And so. If two people are unhappy,
how can you say that they have not
been disillusioned?"
Perhaps they are for while
but what do we know of eternity?
How do we know that true lovers
are not united again?"
"Oh, you're just saying words
now" she chided him.
Using up time that might be
better spent?"
She had thought herself a mis-
tress of verbal fencing, but he was
as expert as she. Eeach converse
tional thrust she made was parted
neatly, and she was on the defen-
sive. His last question was one to
which he expected an obvious an
Swer. That answer must not be
made.
More than an hour had elapsed
since they had escaped from the
wedding guests, 1t might be another
hour before Eleanor telephoned.
Abruptly she brushed her hand
across her forehead.
The gesture. implanted, was more
ef1cacious than any carefully
thought out plot could have been.
Dean, expectant. eager for an as
sent which would mean further
yielding of herself, exclaimed in
quick sympathy:
you poor darling. What a sell
FISH brute am! To forget all about
your headachel"
He was all solicitude now, the
conquering lover had vanished, his
place taken by a sympathetic friend.
Cynthia, hating herself for the
lie. touched her forehead again.
SILLY of me, but all the excite
ment-"
You'd better lie down." he sug-
gested anxiously.
She feigned proper reluctance.
you won't be 1onesome?"
She regretted the question in
stantly it was put, but Deans anxi-
ETY. for her made him ignore the
unmeant coquetry.
Never mind about me. You're
the one to be thought Of. Here I've
been bothering you when you should
have been asleep"
\ A LONE in the bedroom which
Va was an exact COPY of Eleanor's
room in the SAWYER house. Cynthia
marveled anew at Eleanor's prefer
ence for another man. Never could
there have been such consideration
and kindlinness.
Then she realized that she was
sxaggerating a normal gentlenesS.
Probably Eleanor exaggerated STiv-
ialities in the character of Phil Jep-
nings. However, it was not time in
which to wonder at Eleanor or to
pity herself because a love that
could never be realized had entered
into her life.
The only thing to be thought Of
now was an escape from her hideouS
predictment.
That escape could come only by
the aid of Eleanor. And as minute
after minute passed, until more
than two hours had followed since
she had heard from the wife whose
identity she had adopted, Cynthia S
hearache ceased being a fiction and
became a very real fact.
Suppose Eleanor telephoned now
and asked her double to continue
the deception for another couple Of
hours? What then? Would she
refuse7
Just how far would she go in
support of Eleanor's insanity?
Once again Cynthia felt a re-
vival of hatred coward the other
girl. Why was life SO, stupid? And
why had people. with their con-
ventions, done so much to add to
LIES stupidity?
Why was it an unthinkable thing
that she should go to Dean, relate
her incredible story. and that they
two should cleave TO each other?
But this was self-pity and to this
ignoble feeling she would not give
way. She leaped from the bed on
which she had been half reclining
and walked nervously up and down
the room.
More minutes had flown by. and
still there had been no word from