The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-08-13
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I know. Now she was certain that
Give still was displeased with her.
She felt bitterly ashamed. What
miserable creature she wasl She
had brought nothing but trouble to
his house. Even when she had tried
to run away. she had shown herself
too weak, too helpless, to sustain
herself.
After Give left she INDUCED in an
orgy Of establishment. She thought
wildly, People kill themselves when
they feel utter failures, but I have
not even courage enough for chat"
No, she would not kill herself. She
had brought sorrow enough to all of
them without that. She must make
what she could Of her life, broken
and futile though it seemed.
She WINGED at the thought of Mrs.
Cleespaugh'S shocked face when she
heard the news. The old lady would
be wounded in her invincible pride.
Cass would be hurt. Oh, why, why
wasn't it possible to arrange ones
own existence without involving
other people?
Well, it was all her own fault. She
would shoulder the blame, take all
the responsibility upon herself. Give
would be free. He might marry
again and have sunny haired, blue
eyed children to romp about the big
house.
She hoped that he would. He de-
served to be heppy. At this thought
her tears began to flow again.
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
TINE next day Lame went into
Il Gives room and shut the door.
The new, very inexperienced house
maid was giving the place its week
ly turning out" and Lame had
passed her on the stairs only mo-
ment before with an armfsll of
Gives tennis flannels which she was
taking into the kitchen garden to
air.
Lame stood for a breathless in
slant quite alone in the big, sun
shiny room. She never before had
entered its sacred masculine por-
tails, Gives big, ebony-backed
brushes lay on the linen. scarf of the
highboy, row Of his boots ranged
on a low shelf, glimpsed through the
closet door.
Beyond could be seen the white
bathroom with the huge British tow
els he loved, the bottle of lavender
lotion Of which his linen family
smelIed.
Lame touched the brushes with
tentative finger. There was a
definite objective of her visit. Ger
tain that the housemaid was chat
ting downstairs, she tiptoed to the
small secretary that stood in the
corner and began hastily to rifle the
papers there.
The object she sought was short
ly at hand. She held it up triumph
antly to the light. It was a snap
shot Of a tall, fair haired young
man in riding kit. She said, what
luck!" and stuffed it into her
blouse.
AS she turned to flee On open let
ter on stiff cream-colored paper
with with modernistic monogram
in silver caught her eye. Against
her will almost she read the words:
"Clive, darling: You were a sweet
lamb to take care of all that for
me and I never can thank YOU
enough. What ever should do
without you? I shall see you on
Tuesday and expect to hear that all
our affairs are going nicely. Until
then, 1 am always yours,
TRESSA."
Lame stamped one small, suede
shod foot. "Cliye. darling" indeed!
How dared she take that tone with
Give? She had n bright. What
did Iressa means by "our affairs?
Lame knew from something Shane
McDermid had said that Tressa's
hand had been in the Matchmaking
scheme launched at the night club
She always had suspected Tressa of
being involved in the kidnapping on
the night of the Hunt ball, although
there had been no proof of that.
She had positive evidence that
Tressa had arranged the meeting
between herself and Van that day
on the Long Island turnpike, when
she had gone for the first fitting of
her wedding dress. Now to think
that this girl dared to come between
her and Give! The thought in
furiated Lame.
"She stan't have hirn!" she
whispered. She resolved to be sly
and wise as a serpent in this af-
fair.
4 S she came out of Gives room
N the new housernaid trotted up
the stairs. In housewifely fashion
Lame remarked on the state of
the closets and escaped, the crisp