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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Clinton News Record, 1933-03-16, Page 2PAGE 2 Clinton News -Record With which Is Incorporated THE NEW ERA Terms of Subscription — $1.50 per year in advance, to Canadian ,ad- dresses $2.00 to the U.S, or oth- er foreign countries. No paper discontinued until all arrears are paid unless at the option of . the publisher. The date to which every subscription is paid is denoted on the label. Advertising Rates -Transient adver- tising 12c per count line for first insertion. 8c for each subsequent insertion. Heading counts 2 lines. Small advertisements, not to ex- ceed one inch, such as "Wanted", "Lost," "Strayed," etc., inserted once for 85c, each subsequent in- sertion 15c. Rates for display ade vertising made known on applica- tion. 'Communications intended for pub- lication must, as a guarantee of good faith, be accompanied by the name of . the writer. G. E. HALL, M. R. CLARK, Proprietor. Editor. H. T. 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Iseem esee SYNOPSIS Pauline, sentimental, trustful, sin cere and loving love, becomes en gaged and marries Dennis O'Hara in the belief that their blissful happi nese, will continue unchanged through the years. On her wedding morning she awakens with a strange promon- ition that maybe love does change, a thought buried in her mind by a letter from her closest friend, Bar- bara, the night before. Pauline a- dored Barbara who had been mar- ried, was the mother of a child which died, but now divorced and living a life which some of her friends could not understand. Be- tween Dennis and Barbara is a seeming wall of personas dislike by both. Six months after Pauline's wedding, Barbara comes for a short stay. During this visit Barbara con- fesses to Pauline that there is a man she really loves, but she refuses to tell his name. Barbara decides sud- denly to go home and Pauline insists Dennis drive her to the station. Ir- ritated. Dennis drives recklessly, and they are in a crash. Barbara escapes injury but Dennis' leg is broken. As he returns to conesiousness he learns who the man is that Barbara loves. It's himself. Dennis spends several weeks in the hospital. Barbara re- turns to stay with Pauline, but on one pretext or another fail: to visit Dennis with Pauline at the hospital. Pauline plans highly for Dennis' re- turn house. . Barbara stays only one day after Dennis' return from the hospital. Much against his will Dennis finds a new attraction in Barbara, who plays the same cool and detached role as formerly. A fortnight after Barbara's return to New York, she receives a letter from Pauline that she and Dennis are coming to New York for a little va- cation. Upon their arrival a round of gay entertainment gets under way — throwing Dennis and Barbara much into each other's company. Dennis is in love with Barbara. He breaks through all barriers and tells her of his love. Pauline is cal- led home by the illness of her moth- er. Dennis stays on. Barbara is happy. Both fight against love — but it's over powering. Dennis de- clares his love and Barbara admits she loves hint. Jerry, married -man ft lend of Barbara's, finds Dennis at Barbara's flat—and goes into a jeal- ous rage. She orders him out of her life forever. Barbara is surprised by a call from her former husband who wants her to return to him, Jerry Barnet, wild with jealousy, calls upon Dennis and "talks freely" —Dennis. in doubt, cornea to Barbara. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY "From Jerry?" She looked surpris- ed, and the sudden relief sent the Would you believe me if I did - swear it?" - Dennis fell back from her with eo smothered groan. "My God, I don't know. Men don't lie about such things," Barbara's white lips .formed a question, "Do they generally talk about such things ?" He came back to her, his face white, his eyes tragic. "It sounded like the truth, I'm no saint, but you and that man --my God, Barbara—if it's true—" "You mean—you believe that it is?" He made no answer, and she acid in a voice that was only so very still because it was so unutterably tragic: "Very well, then, go on believing it." Like a woman in a dream she heard Dennis trying to explain, to ex- cuse himself, to defend himself. "I knew the kind of life you lead. You always knock about with men, I've always heard—it was Pauline who defended you always; she would never hear a word," Barbara's stiff lips smiled. "Ah— Pauline!" The thought of Pauline was like a gentle hand laid en a terrible wound in her heart, and yet its very gentleness was agony. And Dennis blundered on. his sheer hon- esty and distress making every word an insult. And Barbara laughed, a harsh steely laugh that was like -a knife -cut in the tragedy of the room "You seem to have had an entertaining night, altogether. Did you sit up till the small hours of the morning tear- ing me to pieces?" She caught her breath harshly. "Fine gentlemen, both of you—and both pretend to love me." Dennis said fiercely; "I did love you—God knows I slid love you." Already in the past! "I did love you," not "I do!" Sloe saw his hand go out to her, then fall again to his side. "He swore it! He said he'd been here with you alone, night after night —is that the truth?" "Yes." She hears! loin sob as he turned sway, and there was a tragic silence, Then be came back once more. "That's nothing—" and she knew that he was trying to convince him- self rather than to anologize to leer fee his suspicions --"it's nothing, I know, nowadays. Girls often go to men's flete—don't they? It isn't what I should like Pauline to do—" Barbara turned away. "Pauline!" "—But she's different from you," he went on hoarsely. "She's led such a sheltered life, and you—" Then sud- color rushing back headlong to her white face. "What did he want with you? I haven't seen bins for some tine." "He ranee to talk about you." "About the?" site .hrugged her shoulders. "Was he very melodrama; tic? Did he beg cf you to give me up and not to ruin hi', life?" ,:Something like it." O'Hara's voice sounded thick and us -mature'. "Sense - She heard him sob as he turned away, and there was a tragic silence. thing like it."' IIe caught his breath on a hard sound before he broke out savagely: "He told tae you were his mistress." Barbara stared down at the gray ash in the end of her cigarette. His mistress! Jerry's mistress! She wanted to laugh, and she wanted to cry. It was a lie. Thank God, it was not the truth, and yet -it might so very nearly have been. But it was a lie all the same thank God! The gray ash fell, and she looked up into O'Hara's face, "Well—,'What did you say?" she asked, Sloe wens confident of what he had said; most 'likely he had kieked Jerry downstairs—poor dear Jerry! "I told him I should do what I have done; I told him I should come straight. to you and tell you," "Oh!" Foe a moment she felt par- alyzed; this, then, meant that Dennis believed it—,believed it! She drew her hand from his and stood up, "Why have you come to me?" she asked slowly, "Do you want Hoe to swear with my, hand on the Bible that I am a spotless saint?" "No—no," denly he was gripping her arms with I frenzied hands. "Tell me—tell me the truth if you've never told it to me before. Tell me!" Barbara closed her eyes and swayed in his grasp. She knew else had but to speak, to say the word he prayed to bear, and in a moment she would be in his arms again, her head on hie shoulder- ithe divine resting place—and yet--, "I'm so wonderfully happy that I want to share my happiness with you . . my best friend. Barbara darling. , ..,, Poor little • Pauline! Poor little loyal Pauline who believed in her and loved her even though she had betrayed, that love and belief. And then came a pressing thought icseiging her, deafening her, and re- fusing to be silenced. "Now is your chance. To do, a doe emit thtng--t'o snake up for all the shabbiness of your life. Let this lean go --cervi him hack to his wife and to the life that is his by eights," Gad , o h , ' Go d," Bstrera' whispered. She tried to beat down that whispering vette, tried not to hear it. Then she felt Dennis's face against her shoulder, pressed to it as if lie were an unhappy boy, and felt his arms folding her closeer, closer. "Barbera ---if you ever loved me oh, my dear one," She tore herself free. She stood back against the table, panting a little white to the lips. "It's true," she said, 'fIt'S true— what Jerry told you. It's true, true, true!" It seemed such a long time since she had spoken those words --she was •sure that a whole lifetime had come and gone since she tore her- self from Dennis O'Hara's arms, and waited for him to speak. She had not moved her eyes from him—she knew it might be the last time she would ever see him, and 'she wanted to re. member him faithfully — the ob- stinate chin and sensitive mouth— Then presently she found herself kneeling by the fire and wondering hopelessly why she aould not cry. She could have kept him, but she had let hies go. Why? ' "Because Pm a damned fool." ehe told herself with shaking lips. But , she knew it was net; slue knew it' was because of a child she had once held in her cries for a little while I that she had net found it possible to injure a child of Pauline's. Mellish came to the door, "Did you call me?" she asked "Bring me some brandy, will you? I'm so cold." "There's a nice fire, too," Mrs. Mellish said. "mu "Yes,' Barbara agreed. "Bring the brandy to my bedrom, please. I'm going out." "G'hastly! Gashtly!" she thought, •{ and hunted for rouge, Mrs. Mellish brought the brandy. the honest eyes --- the brown hair, and the broad shoulders against which her head had rested for the. only happy »laments she had ever known. Barbara smiled a little and held out her hand. Although she knew it 'was all over she felt that she must make one last appeal to him—an appal which she knew would be disregarded. . "In spite of everything; I'tn the saint woman ,I was last night, Den - nes," she said. Afterward she wondered' if he real- ly heard—or if she really spoke. She heard him cross the little hall, open the front door, and shut it again. "I'm all right. , I shan't be in to lunch." Out in the street she hailed a taxi- cab and gave the address of a flat, off Park Avenue. "If only I didn't have to go on living," Barbara thought; then she laughed as she wondered whether Pauline would ask her to be god- mother to Dennis's .son. The taxi stopped, and sbe got out and paid the fare; then, without hesi- tating, she walked into the 'entrance of the flats, A porter came forward. "Can you tell me which flat is Mr. Stark's?" Barbara asked. "The second floor, madam I'll take you up in the lift," "Thank you. I'll walk. I'm not in a hurry." She v"rnt 'slowly up the stone stairs. Douglas would be surprised to see her, or wouldn't he? It didn't mattes' much either way probably he wouldn't be son. She rang the bell and waited. Af- ter a moment her husband's manser- vant came to the door, Barbara said, "Good -morning, Richards is Mr. Stark in?" "Yes, madam -41'A going out." "I'll go in. You need not announce tine." She walked across the hall with unfaltering step and into the sitting rcom. It smelled of spirits and cigar smoke and was overheated, A man stood by the sideboard emptying a tumbler. Barbara said, "Good -morning Douglas." Douglas Stark was a good-looking man, a little puffy under the eyes, and a little red in the complexion. "What do you want?" he demand- ed gruffly, to hide his emotion, "Only to say that—if you—if you like --,I'll come pack no, no--" as THURS., MARCH 16, 1933 he moved toward her. "Wait. It's on "It seems like years and years," condition we go abroad—at once, and (Concluded Next Week.) travel—for as long as you like; -- months—years! I'm . sick of New York. Sick to death.' Well-awill you I If it's true that the good die young, go?" this; present, generation ought to be here for quite a long time yet, "Will I—hell!" He made ' a sort of excited lunge toward her, but she deftly avoided` him. "We're not married yet, you know: Besides—I hate sentiment." He looked at her admiringly yet disbelievingly. "You hate , sentiment—pooh! How long is it since a man kissed you?" For a moment Barbara wavered and looked back into the past—such a little way back -only to last night; then she laughed. 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