The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-11-09
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why should l do that?'
. ITO get a sensational story"
Il haven't printed a line about you
yet have II"
Then, if that isn't the reason,
Dirk said you had another" she
turned several shades Of pink in
quick succession, but blurted it out
nevertheless- che said you were
making up excuses for sticking
around because-you were in love
s with me-"
It didn't Tease Bowen.
I don't say I'm not" he grit
ted, looking straight ahead.
"Oh, then"
Every blamed word I've said is
the truth, and you know it," he
cried bitterly. And I'm tired of
having my word doubtedl I don't
have to prove it.
IF you want to drop the mat
ter, wen drop it right here and now.
It's entirely up to you. hate the
Fly's gizzard, but I can let my feel
ings go. You're the one most con-
cerned."
Odd that it never had occurred to
Dirk just that way
I'm going with you"
''Then come on"
. BoWen's hotel was Just around
the corner in a side street, nearer
Sixth than Fifth avenue. It was not
fashionable, but clean and warm.
Bowen bought some magazines at
the lobby stand and guided Mary
gingerly by an elbow into a small,
rose and gold room opening off the
lobby
: An old woman in soiled uniform
crippled forward.
Hello, Kate" Bowen greeted her.
"Take good care Of this for me, will
you? Till I come back"
Rates eyes took in Mary from
head to toe with cynical interest.
"Shure I will" she promised with
enthusiasm. Kate had executed COM
missions for newspaper men before.
She would soon know what this
beautiful damsel in distress had
been up to. Shot her lover, perhaps.
Whatever it was she'd been crying
about, it thrilled Kate that she
should know about it before it came
out in tomorrow's papers.
MARY established herself on the
I'VE shabby divan with Town and
Tattle and fell to reading, more to
escape the old woman's questioning
than anything else.
Eventually the old soul hobbled
away muttering to herself about the
uppityness of some people.
when they get you in the jug,
you'll talk, my fine girl" she threat
ened through the wall.
Mary read on, oblivious of having
offended. 1t was rather fun max
ing out who was meant by the peo-
pie referred to in those small, scam
dalous paragraphs in the gossip
magazine. No names were men
toned, Of course, but it usually was
made plain enough. This, for in
stance;
"Whv is it that we never appre-
ciate what we have until it is an
others? What child of great wealth
>. "a bud of three seasons ago-is
making rather a fool of herself over
childhood sweetheart whose de-
votion she was won't to ridicule
until he took unto himself a fan
Gee? =
She is said to be relying heavily
on the fact that the said fiancee is
, involved in messy family scandal
tust now. which only the immense
wealth and political pull of her
Sponsor has succeeded in squelch-
ing"
A cold prielSle began to creep over
Mary, and she sat upright on the
couch, realizing suddenly that it
must be herself who was meant!
Her eyes raced on:
Both aspirants 30 the hand Of
the blue FLOODED and personable
Young lawyer come to the post well
eouipped-the deb with this worlds
goods, and the fiancee with more
than her share Of looks.
But if all Dame Rumor whispers
is true, and the lucky girls elderly
Sponsor makes legal and binding his
promise to make her his heir, then
the scales will tilt heavily in her
favor, and she will be able to match
her rival million for million, with a
few extra for good measure.
"a curious outcome, indeed, in
view of the fact that the elderly
protectors own wife died under
mysterious circumstances recently.
But Croesus will hear no i'll of his
Cinderella, so they say"
MARY hurled the magazine as
M far as she could throw it, and
took a turn around the room to cool
off. The impudence Of it! The cow
ArdlinessF How dare people publish
nasty innuendo of that sort, and
expect to escape punishment?
A suit for libel would be the very
least they could expect; if she were
man. if she had a father, or a
brother-or. she added miserably, a
fiance! Old-fashioned horse-whip-
ping was too good for the purveyors
Of such slander
The alert Katie looked in, but
withdrew in alright before that
terrible young face. Mary still was
pacing restlessly about the room,
from picture to picture, staring at
the ugly oil landscapes with I'M
seeing eyes, spelling out artists
names With moving lips, forgetting
7, them as she uttered them.
She was determined not to give
way here, in this place, and add
further fuel to the scandal
Bowen should take her home at
once and the matter would be put
before Mr.. Jupiter. He would know
what to do.
Immense wealth and political
pull" indeed! If that were so. then