Indianapolis Times, Volume 35, Number 140, Indianapolis, Marion County, 21 October 1922 — Page 9

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OW3LEYPLEBGES LEDI HE WILL EXECOTE PLftNS Newly Elected Commander Is Popular Among Officiate at Headquarters. “I pledge mystelf to carry out thè things you have ordered.” This pledge is from Alvin M. Owsley, newly elected commander to thè American Legion. Owsley’s eleciion at New Orleans, brought satisfaction to thè officiai staff at headquarteis here, as well as to scores of personal friends of thè new executive. Mr. Owsley’s administration of thè affairs of thè Americanization committee of thè legion have established him in thè friendship' and acquaintance of thè entire officiai body, and his furiher recognition by thè national organization, is hailed here with undisguised pleasure. Air. Owsley is expected to spend cor.siderable time in Indianapolis, in connection with his new duties. Arrangements are being made for a proper reception and recognition of his new honors upon his initial visit to headquarters here. Owsley, when barely 30 years old, had ga i ned distinction as a soldier and statesman in Texas. He reslgned a position as district atorney at thè outbreak of thè war to attend thè tirst training camp open to volunteers and was assigned as a major of •* ” ntrv in thè 36tli divisìon. He reted his own battalion and a large gonion of thè divisìon in northern Texas. Aster serving as divisìon insurance officer and instructor of thè third otfieers’ training schooi and Camp Bowie, Texas, Owsley went overgeas with thè divisìon. He was made adjutant of thè divisìon and took part in two major engagements in Champagne and thè Argonne. Aster thè armistice Owsley went to London, v here he attended courts of law and studied procedure. He resumed practice in July, 1910, and was appointed assistant attorney generai of Texas. As head of thè legion’s legislative corri mi t tee in that State, he won out in a fight for a $2.000,000 liospital for disabled Service men, thè bill being passed by unanimous vote. He resigned his position as assistant attorney genei-al in February, 1921, to become assistant director of thè legion Americanism conrmittee. While engaged in national work and speaking throughout thè country in thè interest of better citizenship, Owsley retained his menrbership in thè Arthur McNitsky post of thè legion at Dentcn, Texas, his birthplace. He enlisted thè Services of thè youth who gave his lise to his country and bis nume to this post wlrile serving in Owsley’s battalion.

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THE FLAMING JEWEL

Murder, tinyed with a diabolical irony, appeared again in thè history ot thè Flamine Jewel. that prieeless gem firat stolen from thè COUNTKSS OF ESTHONIA by thè gTeat International thief, QUINTANA, and later stoien from Quintana by MIKE CLINCH. In hig eabin in thè Jdirondaeke, Clinch was guardine thè jewel against thè open ennuty of Quintana and thè secret unitive of JAMES DARKAOH, who. out of loVe for thè courtess. had awom to restoru thè gexn. Darragh is at CUnch's camp under thè asme of HAL SMITH, when Quintana eaptures EVE STKAYER, CUnch's beautiful stepdaughter. , , , Ève escapes from Quintana aster risking her lise guardine a packet which she thought contaiued thè Fiamlng Jewel. but which held rothing but two bars of chocolate. This false packet was seized by Quintnaa from EAHJL LEVERETT. a trap-thief. and Quintana in turn was robbed by Hai Smith. Clinch rnd hts men have gone out to wipe out Quintana's gang. Episode Six The Jewel Affarne CHAPTER I Mike Clinch and his men “drove” Star Peak, and drèw a blanket covert. There was a new shanty atop, camp debris, plenty of signs of recent occupation everywhere—hot embers in which offal stili smouldered, bottles odorous of claret dregs, and an aluminum culinary outflt, unwashed, as though Quintana and his men had departed in haste. Far in thè stili valley- below, Mike Clinch squatted beside thè runway he had chosen, a cocked, riffe across his knees. And, as Clinch squatted there. murderously intent, ever thè fixed obsession burned in his fever brain. stirring his thin lips to incessant muttering—a sort of soundless invocation, part chronicle. part prayer: “O God A’mighty, in your big, swell mansion up there, all has wefit contrari' with me sense you let that there damn millionaire, Harrod, come into this here forest. • • * He went and built unto hisself an habitation, and he put up a wall of la\% all around me where I was earmn’ a lawful livin' in Thy nice, clean wilderness. * • • And now Comes this here Quintana and robs my girlie. * • * I promised her mother I’d make a lady of her little Ève. * * * I loved my wife, O Lord. * * * Once she showed me a piece in thè Bible —i ain't never sound lt sense — but it said: ‘And thè woman she fled into thè wilderness where there was a place prepared for her of GdTT. * * * That's what you wrote into your own Bible, O God! You can’t go back on it. I seen it. “And now I wanta to ask, what place did you prepare for my Ève? What spot have you reference to? You didn’t mean my ‘Dump.’ did you? Why, Lord that ain’t no place for no lady * * And now Quintana has went and robbed me of what I’d saved up for Ève. * * * Does that go with Thee, O Lord? No, it don't. And it don’t go with me. neither I’m ajoin' to git Quintana. Then I’m a pein’ to git them two minks that robbed my girlie—l am! * * * JakKloon, he done it in cahoots with Bari Leverete and Quintana set ’em on.”

A far crash in thè forest stilled his twitchìng lips and stiffened every iron muscle. As he lifted his riffe, Sid Hone carne into thè giade. “Yahoo! Yahoo!” he called. “Where be you, Mike?” Clinch slowly rose, grasping his riffe, his small, gray eyes ablaze. “Where’s Quintana?” he deinanded. "Hain’t you seen nobody?” “No.” One by one thè mon who had driven Star Peak lounged up in thè red sun--1 set light, gathering around Clinch and [ wìping thè sweat from sun-reddened faees. “Well,” inquired Jim Hastings flnally, “do we quit, Mike, or do we still-hunt in Drowned yaliey?” “Not me, at night,” remarked Blornrners drily. “Not amongst them sink holes,” adtìed Hone. Suddenly Clinch turned and stared at, him. Then thè deadly light from hit- little eyes shone on thè others one by one. “Boys,” he said, “I gotta get Quintana. I can’t never sleep another wink till I get that man. Come on. Act up like gents all. iLet’s go.” The Hastings boys. young and rash, shufffed into thè trail. Blommers hesitated, glanced askance at Clinch, and instantly made up his min<( to take a chance with thè sinkholes rather than with Clinch. “God Almighty, Mike, what be you aimin' to do?” faltered Harvey. “I’m aimin’ to stop thè inlet and outlet to Drowned Valley. Harve,” replied Clinch in his pleasant voice, “God is a-goin’ to deliver Quintana into my hands.” “All right. What next?” “Then,” continued Clinch. “I caliate to set down and wait.” “How long?” “Ask God. boys. I don't know. All I know is that whatever is livin’ in Drowned Valley at this hour has gotta live and die there. Fpr it can’t never live to come outen that there morass walkin’ onto two legs like a reai man.” , CHAPTER TI. Clinch had not taken a dozen strider? before Hai Smith loomed up ahead in thè rosy dusk. driving in Leverett before him. An exclaination of Aeree exulta - tlon burst Clinch’s thin lips ~s he flung out one arai, indicatine Smith and his slinking prlsqner: “Who was that gol-dinger catamount that suSpicioned Hai? I wasn’t worried none, neither. Hal's a gent. Mebbe he sticks up folks, too, but he’s a gent. And gents is honest or they ain’t gents.’ Smith carne up at his easy, tireless gait, hustling Leverett along with proda from gun-butt or muzzle, as carne handiest. The prisoner turned a ghastly visSmith poked Leverett with his riffe: age on Clinch, who ignored him.

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“Got my packet, Hai?” he demanded. “Tune up,” he said; “teli Clinch your story.” / “Jake done it,” muttered Leverett, thickly. “Done what?” “Stole that there packet o’ yourn—whatever there was into it.” “Who put him up to it?” “A (ella called Quintana.” “TUNE UP,” HE SAID; “TELE CLINCH YOUD STORY.” “What was there in it for Jake?” inquired Clinch pleasantly. “Top thousand.” “How about you?” “I told ’em I wouldn’t touch it.. Then they pulled their guns on me, and I was scarni to squeal.” "So that was thè way?” asked Clinch in his even, reassuring voice. Leverett’B eyes traveled stealthily around thè circle of men, then reverted to Clinch. "I dassn’t touch it,” he said, “but I dasns’t squal * * • i was huntin’ onto Drowned Valley when Jake rneets up with me.” “ ’I got thè packet,’ he sez, ‘and I’m a-going to doublé criss-cross Quintana, I am, and beat it. Don’t you wish you was whacks with me?’ “ 'No,' sez I, ‘honesty is my policy, no matter wliat they teli about me. S’help me God, I ain’t no skin thief, whatever lies folks teli. All I ever done was run a little hootch. same'a everybo?ly.’ ’’ He licked his lips furtively, his cold, bright eyes fastened on Clinch. "G’wan, Karl,” nodded thè latter, “heave henup.” “That's all. r sez, ‘Goodby, Jake. An* if you heed my warnin’, bigotte gains ain’t a gaing to prosper nobody.’ That's what I said to Jake Kloon, the last solenin words I spoko to that there man now in his bloody grave—” “Hey?” demanded Clinch. "That's where Jake is," repeated Leverett. "Why, so help me, I wa’nt

gone ten yards when, bang! goes a gun, and I see this here Quintana come outen the bush, I do, and walk up to Jake and frisk him, and Jake stili a-kickln' the moss to slivers. Yessir, that’s what. I seen.” “G’wtin.” “Yessir * * * ’N’then Quintana he shoved Jake into a sink-hole. Thaswot I seen with my two eyes. Yessir. ’N’then Quintana he run off, n’ I jest set down in the trail, I did; n’ then Hai come up and acted ! like I had stole your packet." The dusk in the forest had deepened so that the men's faces had become mere biotches of gray. Smith said to Clinch: “That’s his story, Mike. But I preferred he should teli it to you himself, so I ! brought him along * * * Did you drive Star Peak?” “There wa’nt nothin’ onto it,” said Clinch very softly. Then, of a sud | den, his shadowy visage hecame conì torted and he jerked up his riffe I and threw a cartridge into the maga- | zine. “You dirty louse,’ he roared at iLcerett, “you was into this, too, aj robbln’ my little Ève —’’ ! “Run!” yelled somebody, giving Lev- | erett a violent shove into tlie woods. ! In thè darkness and confusion. Clinch shouldered his way out of the circle and fired at the crackling noise that marked Le' erett's course—fired | again, lower, and again as a distant | crash revealed the frenzied flight of ■ the trap robber. Aster he had fired a i fourth shot, somebody struck up his riffe.

Dear Santa: Ih/ leniteti Press MIDDLETOWN, Ohio, Oet. 21. The llrst Santa Claus letter of the year—one from James Gillespie, asks for a load of coai.

t NEXT WEEK P William Fox’s Great Special | Production 1 A Wonderful Triumph of Reai American Lise and Love j | - Direct From a Season ’s Sensational Run on Broadway The story of a youth who cast aside life’s greatest offering to whirl down the primrose 1 | patii. Of a mother’s devotion which endured through heart-hreaking trials and tributa- B |[ & tions, her dreams shattered, her hopes blighted, and yet whose steadfast faith proved I i A that only through love can redemption and lasting happiness be attained. H Mutt and Jeff Comedy L V, È

| “Aw," said Jim Hastings, ::that ain’t no good. You act up like a kid, Mike. ’Taint so far to Ghost Lake, n’them Troopars might hear you.” Aster a silence, Clinch spoke, his voice heavy with reaction: “Into tfyat there packet is my little girl’s dower. It’s all I gotto give her. It’s all she’s gotto make her a lady, ni kill any man that róbs her or that helps rob her. ’N’these fellas are a-going with me. ’N’ I want you should go back to my Dump and look aster my girlie while I’m gone.” “All right,” said Smith, briefiy. He added: “Look out for sink holes, Mike.” Clinch tossed his heavy riffe to his shoulder: “Let’s go,” he said in his pleasant, misleading way, “ —and I’U shoot the guts outa any sella that don’t show up at roll cali.” (To Be Continued) WILL BUILD THEATER Gustav G. Schmid! Buys Site at College and Fairfleld Ave. An apartment and office ouìldin, contalning a moving picture iheater, wlll be erected at College and Fairfield Aves. at a cost of iipproximately | $150,000, it was announced yesterday by Gustav G. Schmidt, owner of the j Crystal Theatre. The building will contain two storie ; and will he constructed so that a 1 third story may he added. It will have j a frontage of ninety-four feet on | College Ave. and 156 feet on Fair- | tield Ave. The site was purchased : from the Tibbs-Bose Itealty Company ! through Robert MacGregor of Eraer- ' son W. Chaille & Co. HOME ENTERED Agnes Sullivan Keports Loss of Watch and Money. Agnes Sullivan, 3345 Broadway. told the police some one entered her home by forcing a rear door, and stole a watch valued at $25 and S2O in money.

PENITENT Drunk’s Offer By United News SAN FRANCISCO, Oct. 21.—Charles Buckiey, arrested here on a charge of manslaughter aster he struck and killed 4-year-old Marion Newton while driving his automobile Friday, offered to give his own 5-year-old claughter to the bereaved parents of Marion to “compensate” them for their loss. Buckiey is charged with manslaughter and with driving an automobile while under the influence of liquor. He denies that he had been drinking before the accìdent. ’l will gladly turn over my little daughter, Isabelle, if it will make up for the sorrow of Marion Newton’s parents,” Buckiey declared in the county jail here Friday. RULING IS HELD UP Daugherty Prohibition Order Inoperative for In.suiar Possessions. By United News WASHINGTON, Oct. 21.—Application of the Daugherty ruling, prohibiting liquor from all American vessels and from foreign vessels in American waters as it affeets the island possessions of the United States will be held in obeyence until aster the decision of the Supreme Court, Secretary of War Weeks said. The statement followed a Cabinet meeting. Complaint regarding hindrance of trade through application cf the ruling was brought before the Cabinet, but no further information made public. WILL STUDY HOUSING Harry L. Moti, Locai Realt or, Starts Trip. Harry L. Mott, manager of thè reai estate department of the Union Trust Co., left last night on a trip through thè western section of the United States and Canada, to study reai estate conditions. On his return Mott will make report to the Indianapolis Reai Estate Board.

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FIUMI. OPPOSE REME OF STIÌIOIBEDS O’Brien to Obey Orders, but Promises Protest —Says Firemen Need Cots. / Mayor Shank will not take the beda away from firemen without a protest from Fire Chief John J. O’Brien. "I bow to the will of my superior officer every time,” said the chief to* day. “I li do what the mayor orders me to do. If he says the beds go out, out they go, but I’m going to recommend to the mayor that he refrain from having the board of safety issue the order.” The mayor said he was going to have the beds removed because he felt the men ought to stay awake all night since those are on the twoplatoon System and the night shift have all day off. He said he would have card tables and other arausement devices installed to help the men while away the dreary hours. "I believe it is better to have the men in bed at night than scattered around the house half asleep, Chief O'Brien said. In other cities where beds were abolished they were put back again because it was sound the men got away to a lire considerably quicker when they had been in bed. It is far better for the morale of the department for the men to get their naturai sleep at night.” CHARGE LARCENY Detective Arrest John Krainer for Clothing Theft. John Kramer, 52, of 433 E. Washington St., was under arrest today, charged with entering a restaurant at 554 E. Washington St., recently. Detectives said he toòk a suitease and an old suit of clothes.