Evening Star Newspaper, February 14, 1932, Page 83

ON, D. C, FEBRUARY M4, 1932, ¢ Story of What Love Did to Two IVomen—By Harold C. Feightner signal one her car inutes, as he wan- throngs, he was er apartment bell loneliness engulfed d tried the tele- Clinking glasses The amber in ore him somehow es. He tossed the He would see her ond vanished as came the photo- appealing, dis- frowned. Bitter in. son, rewrite man gh one look when remarked to a g night, all right. ugh day.” himself McVeagh copy that always n,” Harrison an- “The Blaine case too. Tell Duncan f that trial. Tell stuff today.” f-opened roll he night before. He t; then, as he to freeze inside. YE. Jaine kill her hus- 'y final chapter in he Criminal Court for the Sentinel ent, 827 Beacon, at will bring her o the death chair. all these months a debt to Maude story of a willful wanted from life own wordss with Allen Blaine. I now know what intrigued. But I wasn’t a misquided girl; I know I was taking something thut belonged to som > on: cise and I glorified in my conquest. “I despised wciien and their weaknesses. I used to laugh derisively at Mcuide Blaine's proud fjace, looking down from a dozen plotographs there im the studio. My flesh and blood, sprung from nowhere that counts, had been pitted against caste, social position and wealth, and had won. But, having won him, I didn’t want him. It was the victory over her that seemed to count. “Then I met her with him. She wore an air of proprietorship and he was dejeicntial, even respectful—so different from whut he had told ms. Suddenly something within me snapped. He was her man; ske was his woman—I was the other woman, iite outcast. I vowed that some day, somehow, I would make restitu- tion to that woman, “It wasn’t hard to leave him. I simply tore the memory out of my mind likc a sordid page from a book. I came here, trying to disappear from those who had known me before. “Blaine was no! a man to put aside easily. I had kindled a fire that would not quench. He followed me here and estab- lished his stud.o. I refused to see him, but finally, as he pe:- sisted, I went there to tell him that he must jorget. “I had scarccly entered when Mrs. Blaine stepped in. There was hate in her eyes when she saw me, but her voice was reso- lute and studied. She seemed to fill the room with her calm, majestic poise. Blaine appeared to shrivel and fade into insignifi- cance. “‘Allen,’ she announced, looking at me coldly, ‘you must choose between us.’ “I tried to speak, to defend myself, to plead for him, but my tongue refused to move. There stood the woman he loved; beside her the woman who bore his name. All the weakness of his character was writ- ten on his face, “He looked from one to the other, and then started toward me. The last decision of his life had been definite. “There was a flash and a roar and he stumbled and lay quiet at my feet. Maude Blaine stood there, more majestic than ever, calmly placing a small black object in her handbag. Her lips were drawn into thin lines and her eyes looked like black holes in her white face. “‘There he is’ she said, her voice as calm and resonant as though she were giving a bridge prize. ‘You can have him now. “Without another word she turned and walked out the door. I looked at him a moment, huddled there on the floor, and then I walked out, too. “You ask me why I come with my story now? Be- cause I have found love—and lost it, for I have seni two people to their deaths.” HIRTY! McVeagh stared at the numerals. Slowly it reached through his mind that they were the old-timer printer's sign that the end had been reached. “The greatest story in the world,” he kept repeating to himself. One instant he could envision the glaring headlines, the sheer front page drama, the confusion in the court room. Then he saw Lorna, wide-eyed. Those eyes were not furtive now; they were appealing —appealing to him. Harrison, a phone receiver glued to his ear, an- nounced: “The defense has rested. Mrs. Blaine didn't take the stand.” McVeagh nodded. “You never have suppressed a news story,” something whispered. The noon edition was placed before him. He scowled at the headlines announcing that Maude Blaine's fate would soon rest with the jury. There would be no doubt about the verdict—it must be guilty. McVeagh reached for the telephone. But Lorna —his hand fell away. “The judge is giving his instructions,” said Hasrison, slamming up the receiver. Agzin McVeagh reached for the telephone. His mouth set firmly. It was his duty to notify the court. The heav. swirling headlines of an extra danced before him, as borne cn some invisible current. The jostling throngs would stop and buy the extras to read about Maude Blai to devour the story of Mary Miller. Plain Mary Miller! More copy sifted through. McVeagh, hands and brah working automatically, looked at the clock. It was almos edition time again. Harrison slammed back the receiver again. “The jury’'s got the Blaine case,” he sang out. McVeagh stared unseeingly at his disorderly desk. 1§ wasn't too late. His hands reached out for the telephone and enccuntered the roll of Lorna’s copy. Slowly he drew 1 toward him. He balanced it in his hands for a moment snd then suddenly tore it, again and again, and finally swept the tattered bits into the waste basket. Another edition was placed before him. The grim typs fadcd away and in its place came a pair of wide eyes, happy and lighted now. McVeagh gazed deeply into them, moré deeply than had the camera, and saw the soul of a women for the first time in his life. “The Blaine jury is coming in,” announced Harrison afteg a bit. McVeagh started, and leansd forward. Harrison stiffened, listening intently. “She’'s not guilty,” he shouted. McVeagh sank back in his chair, as though he had been suddenly dealt a terrific blow. As the cries of “extra” rose above the hollow roar of traffic he called to Harrison: “Get Miss Kaye on the line for me.” Harrison discreetly left the desk as McVeagh began 0 babble excitedly into the instrument. “Kinda quiet today,” he observed to the copy chief. (Copyright, 1932.) Olympics Date Back to 776 B. G HE Olympic games, forerunhers of the modern imtets national contests bearing that name, and which are being held in this country this year, date back to the year 776 B.G, in Greece. They were originally held on the level plain of Olympia and were limited to Greek contestants. Once five years the Olympiad was held, and during the period of the games and the pre-game training period of 10 monthg war was forbidden among the Greek states. 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