Indianapolis Times, Volume 35, Number 145, Indianapolis, Marion County, 27 October 1922 — Page 8

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SYNOPSI9 For thè thlrd ttme that day. beautiful EYE STRAYER faced death as an tnnocent Tlctim In thè battle for possesslon of thè prlcelees rem. thè Flaming Jewel. First stoica from thè refuree COUNTESS OF ESTHONIA by thè great lutei na;.onal thlef. QUINTANA. and then etolen from Quintana by MIKE CLINCH, who hoarded lt In hls d'sreputable huntlng camp In thè Adirondacke as thè sole means of sivir.e hls belored Ève thè "education of a lady." thè jewel was now in Eve's possession. Faetng her was Quintana and hls gang. A prigoner wlth her was STATE TROOPSR STORMONT. thè man she lored. , In thè surroundlng forest. Clinch and hls men were man-hunting. savagely Intent ort killing Quintana and hls gang. Under thè window was JAMES DARRAGH who. under thè name of HAL SMITH, had earned Cllnch's frlendahip, but whoae secret Intent was to rettore thè gem to thè beggared countess. Smith had Just killed SALZAR. one of Quintana s men. in a fight and now. dressed In Salzar s clothes. awalted an opportunity to aid Ève and Stormont. CHAPTER IV Outside in thè rag-weed patch. Hai Smith rose, stole across thè trrass to thè kitchen door and sllpped inside. “Now. senorlta.” eaid .Quintana gaily. “my packet. if you please—an i re leave you to thè caresses of your falthful gendarme—who should thank God that he stili possesses two good hands to fondle you! Aions! Come then! My packet!" One of thè masked men said- “Take her downstalrs and lock her up somewhere or she’il shoot us from her window.” “Lead cu* that gendarme, too!” addati Quintana, grasping Ève by thè arm. Down thè stalrs tramped thè men. forcing their prlsoner with them In thè big kitchen thè giare from thè buming outhouse fell dimly; thè place was full of ahadows. “Now," said Quintana. “I take my property and my leave. Where is thè packet lidden?” She stiod for a moment with droop ing head, amid thè somber shadows. then. slowly. she drew thè emblazoned morocco case from her breast po ket What foliowed occurred in thè iwinkling of an eye: for. as Quintana extended his arm to grasp thè case, n hand snatcheù it. a smasked ligure sprang through thè doorway. and ran toward thè barn. Somebody recognized thè hat and •ed bandanna: "Saltar!” he velled. "N.ck Balzar. “A traitor. by God!” shouted Quintana. Even before he had reached thè door. hls piste’ flashed twice. loafening all in thè semi- larkness. hoking them with stifìln.: fimies. A masked man turned ori Bormont. forcing him back into T h~ pcitiv at l.istol-point. Another ;■ • ! urhed live aster him. slamine i "he puntry coor and bolted it. Through thè ir-ui ' or :! •■ pantry window. Stormont saw man. v. earing a red banda:.na ì under bis ejes. run up an . . Iris corse end fling himse’.f astra;*- under a ehower of bullets. As he wheeled thè hors e and swu sr nirn into thè clearing tow o . r *.c fc r ©f Star Pond. his Seat and siili w-ere not to be mistaken. He was gene. now. ’ì-e galiop j-tretching into a derni run an ! Quinta na's men stili followinu. shootlng, halioing in thè stariight iike a pack of leaplng shapes from hell. Eut Quintana had not followed far. When he had emptied his automatic he haited. Something about thè transaction sudder.ly checked his fury, stilled it, fummoned his brair into action. For a full minute he ftood unstirring, every atorn of ir; - . .-enee m terrible concent ration. Presently he put hi? left hand into his pocket, fitted another clip to his piato 1. turned on his heel and walked straight back to thè house. Between thè two locked in thè pantry not a word had passesd. .Stormont stili peered out between tHe lron bare, strivlr.g to catch a glimpse of what was golr.g on. Ève crouched at thè pantry doors. her face in her hands. Ustening. Suddenly she heard Quintana' step in thè kitchen. Cautiously she turned thè pantry key frotn thè inside. Stormont heard her and instantly carne tp her. At thè same moment Quintana unbolted thè door from thè outside and tried to open it. “Come out.” he said coldly, “or it will not go well with you when my rr-en netum.” “You've got what you say is your property," roplied Stormont. “What do you want now?” “I teli you what I want ver’ dnmn tjuick. Who was he. thees man who rides with my property on your borse away? Eh? Because it was not Nick Balzer! No! Salzar can not ride thees way. No! Alors?” "I can’t teli you who he was." replied Stormont. “That's your affair, not cure.” “No Ah! Ver’ well. then. I shall teli you, Senor File! He was cne of yours. I undestan’. It is a trap, a cheat —what you cali a pianti Thees man who rode your borse he is dlsguise! Yes! He also is a gendarme! Yes! You think I let a gendarme rob me? You shall write your gendarme frien’ that he return to me my property, one day’ iTrrie, or I eend him by parcel post two nice. fresh-out right-hands—your sweetheart's and your own! Stormont drew Eve's head dose to his: “This man is blood mad or out of h!s mind! I’d better go out and take a chance at him before thè others fune back.” But thè girl shook her head violently. caught him by thè arm and drew him toward thè mouth of thè tilt down which Clinch always emp tied his hootch when thè Dump was raided. In sllence she began to unscrew it. and he. seeing what she was trying to do, helped her. Together they lifted thè heavy tile ar.d laid lt on thè fioor. “You open thees door!” shouted Quintana in a paroxvsm of fury. “I gire you one minute! Then, by God, I klll you both!” Ève lifted a screen of wood through which thè tile had been set. Under it a black hole yawned. It was a tunnel made of three-foot aqueduct tiles; and it led straight into Star Pond, 200 feet away Now, as she straightened up and Jooked eilently at Stormont. they heard thè trample of boots in thè

kitchen, voices, thè bang of gunstccks. “Does that drain lead into thè lake?” whispered tormont. She nodded. “Win you follow me. Ève?" She pushed him aside, indlcatlng that he was to follow her. As she stripped thè hunting jacket from her a hot color swept her face. But she dropped on both knees, crept straight Into thè tile and slippet out of sight. As she disappeared Quintana shouted something in Portuguese and fired at thè lock. With thè smash of spllntering wood in his ears Stormont slid into thè smooth tunnel. In an instant he was shooting down a polished toboggan slide and In another moment was under thè icy water of Star Pond. Shocked, blinded, fìghting bis way to thè surface, he folt his spurred boots dragging at him like a ton of lron. Then to him carne her helping hand. "I can make it,” he gasped. But his clothing and his boots and thè icy water began to teli on him in mid-lake. Swimming without effort beslde him, watching his every stroke, presently she sank a little and glided under him and a little head, so that hls hands fell upon her shoulders. He let them rest, so, aware now that it was no burden to such a swimmer. Supple and silent as a swimming otter, thè girl sllpped lithely through thè chilled water, which washed his body to. thè nostrils and numbed his legs till he could scarcely move them. And now. of a sudden. his feet touched gravel. He stumbled forward in thè shadow of overhanging trees and saw her wading shoreward, a dripplng silvery shape on thè shoal. Then. as he stagaered up to her. breathless, where she was standing on thè pebbled shore. he saw her join both hands, eup-shape, and lift them to her iips. And out of her mouth poured diamomi. sapphire, and emerald in a dazziing stream —and, among them. one great. flashing gem blazing in th stariight—thè Flaming Jewel! Bike a naiad of thè lake she stood, white. slim. silent. thè heaped gema g’.ittering in her snowy hands, her face framed by thè curling masse of her wet hair. Then, slowly she turned her head to Stormont. "These are what Quintana carne for.” she said. "Could you put them into your pocket?" iTo Be Continued) seesmlto CIMR imi

Jona Cale Says Simpier Romance Is Replacing Trashy Fiction. MILWAUKEE, Oct. 27.—Cleaner simpier romance that appeals tc thè j lavala is supplanting trashy, svasa- j donai fiction in favor of thè N'ation's ; novel-readlng publlc. accordine to | Zona Gale. Wisconsin novellst. who j was a guast of honor at a banquet j of thè Wisconsin Library Associtition. ' "Hitherto in America,” salii Miss Gale, “thè author has been conoerned i in writlng of lise as he wlshed lt were. Now he h;is begun to write as it really Xaturally, he h:ts, Hrst of all, j discovered life's body, its terrible routine. Next he is due to dlscover its , .-pirit, its intangibility, its beauty— not ! a.~ he wishes it were, but as it actually is. Flnd Beauties “He is finding thè beauties in thè commonplace, is writing of thè fnmlly at thè breakfast tabie, oround thè ; lamplight at night. He is maklng a 1 study of what thè famlly says and ' does in thè daily routine. In other word*. he is writlng realista as it ! was never before written —thè realisti! of America, for it is thè family lise that’s really representati ve of America.” WH'FAUSTO SAVEHURT LSD Father of Injured Boy Says He Believes Death Was Punishment for Sin of Family. I’HILADELPHIA, Oct. 27.—The father of a 10-year-old boy who died from injuries received in an accident told Frank Paul, a special investigator of thè coroner’s office, he believed hls eon’s death was a punishment infiicted on hi family by God because some member of it had slnned. Harry Rumer, thè boy, died In his homo without having received medicai attention, George Rumer, thè father, so admitted, and told Decetive Paul he belonged to a faith-healing sect which did not believe In doctors. "I ani a member of thè Faith Tabernacle, Second St. and Lehlgh Ave.,” thè father sald. “I believe some member of my family sinned and Harry’s death ls a punishment from God. “However,” he added, "if I had known there was a fracture I would bave called In a doctor, although I must confess I don’t believe in ihem. "We just didn’t know my boy was hurt as bad as he was. When I arrived froni my work he was in bed and seemed to be restlng nicely. All I could see wero a few scratches on hi shoulder. He didn't seem In a bad vvay at all. “But I guess if I had thè right faith in God he would have spared by boy.” Mr. Rumer was fteed aster being questioned by Detective Paul. Fif ting Alice —What aro you going to do with your alimony? Virginia—l think I'll put lt lnto Liberty Bonds.—Life.

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