The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-11-20


you say +"
You gave it to De Loma," Bruce
repeated calmly.
1T was a woman, I tell you'll
Stupid, what would man be doing
with bracelet like that?"
Il am wondering" Bruce replied.
Bowen, who had now possessed
himself of a knot-hole view of the
proceedings, was convinced by the
unyielding hardness of Bruce Jupi-
ter's expression that the incident
had opened a new vein Of thought
to the young man-and one which
might prove fruitful.
The countess, obviously fright
ened, resorted to tears, recrimina-
tons, pouts and sobs. There were
walls Of: you are a beast. You do
not love mel"
"Oh, yes, love you, my dear
Louise. But if I loved you twice as
much, still shouldn't put up with
your lies"
You don't believe me?"
mo, my dear Louise, do not"
y
A T this point dear Louise quite
"A lost her head, and hurled a
volume of gutter French at her erst-
while lover, who sat calmly sucking
at the straw of his lemon soda until
her outburst was over.
Not too lost to reason to be
crafty, the countess abandoned her
TRADE as suddenly as she began it
and sank into her chair, trembling
and fearful.
well, then, will tell you," she
said. I promised to say nothing to
any one. But, since you are such a
pig, break that promise. When we
get back to the hotel, I show her
to you"
"Her-who?"
The one I loan money to-the
one whose bracelet it is"
Bruce was puzzled, but uncon-
WINGED. "All right, who was it?" he
snapped.
We'll, then-if must tell you
Miss Hardness! But please-do not
let her know say this"
Bruce digested this a moment.
What would Mary Hardness be
doing with a bracelet like that?
That's worth $4,000 if it's worth a
cent! And why should she borrow
money from you, when she could
pawn it? And why should she need
money, anyway"
The countess shrugged. How do
1 know where she gets the bracelet?
Perhaps some man gives it to her
perhaps your father?"
Bruce snapped You're crazy!"
But his laugh did not carry con-
viction.
She does not wish to pawn it
because of :. the sentiment :"
the countess continued, so :"
Bruce Snorted incredulously.
Shed pawn it before she'd let
you have it," he decided. "She hates
you, you know, because she thinks
I'm going to marry you"
He realized his error in bringing
up the subject of marriage, evident
ly, by the quick flush that over
spread his face. The countess
steady look did not waver.
And 2" she purred signifi-
cantly.
"XXTELL not talk about that"
w Bruce cut her off. We've
talked it all out before a dozen
times. I owe something to my
fathers wishes And besides, as
I've told you, for me to do that
would simply mean that he would
cut me off without a penny.
Life in a Paris garnet holds no
charms for me, and as for you, my
dear Louise" he threw back his
head and laughed boisterously.
"Pah! You make always the ex-
cuse," Louise replied coldly. But
I no longer believe that. lie papa
is not an ogre such as you paint
him-he is a sweet enfant, that
papa of yours He is not bad like
you say!"
MOP" Call him father, and see
what sweet infant he is. Don't
be fooled simply because he hasn't
thrown you out of the house. He's
too wise for that.
But let the wedding bells tinkle
ever so little, and you'd see! Be-
sides, I have an idea that in his
own sweet time he is planning to
put the skids under our little ro-
nance anyhow"
IF we marry first and tell him
when it is done" Louise persisted.
mo, I tell you'll"
VERY well, then" Something
about her deadly quiet should have
warned him. Very we'll. Then
suppose tell you it was De Iona ?"
Her tone changed to a Shrill fish
wife scream. why should I not
help him when he is in trouble? Is
it nothing that once we we're lovers?
Ha, you did not know that, did you?
Il tell you this now-I loved him
more than ever I have loved you!
At least he is a man of his word
and that is more than you are,
Monsieur Bruce Jupiter, the artist"
THRUSTING the bracelet def
Il antly on her white arm, the
thoroughly heated young woman
flounced off in high dudgeon.
After brief interval there sound
ed from the road the low chuckle
and roar of the Lorimer'S engine
starting up and the diminishing
sound of its passage into the dis
lance.
Bruce continued to smoke and to
sip his drink in silence, making no
move to follow. If Louise's taunt had
Jared him he did not show it.
His bland and unruffled counte-
nance was as carefree, his manner
as debonair as if he were seated at
a sidewalk table of one of his own
Paris cafes ROwer heoan to faar