Indianapolis Times, Volume 35, Number 161, Indianapolis, Marion County, 15 November 1922 — Page 8

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(Continued) CHAPTER 111 Stormont followed, entered Clinch’s quarters, and presently carne down stai affain, carrylng Clinch’s enowehoes and a basket pack. He Seat ed himseif near Darragh. Aster a all enee: “Tour wife ls beautiful, Jlm. Her ebaracter seema to be even more beautiful. She's Uke God'a own messenger to Èva And —you’re rather wonderful yourself ” "Nonsense,” said Darragh. “I’ve given my wife- her flrst American friend and I’ve done a shrewd stroke v of business in nabbing thè beat business associate I ever heard of ” "You’re crazy but kind. I hope I’U be some good. One thing—l'U never get over what you’ve done for Ève in this crisis " “There'B be no crisis. Jack. Marry, and hook up with me in business. That eolves everything. Lord! What a lise Ève has had! But you’ll m&ke it all up to her—all this loneliness and shame and mlsery of Clinch’s Dump." Stormont touched his arm in cautlon; Ève and Ricca carne down thè staira —thè former now in gray. wool snowshoe dress, and carrylng her snowshoes, black gown and toilet arti elee. Stormont began to stow away her effeets in thè basket pack; Darragh went over to her and took her hand. "I’m so glad we are to be friends," he said. "It hurt a lotto know you held me In contempt. But I had to go about it that way.” Ève nodded. Then, 6uddenly recollectlng: "Oh,” she exclalmed, reddening, "I forgot thè Jewel case! It’s under my ptllow.” She turned and sped upstairs and reappeored almost instantly, carrylng <he Jewel case. Breathless, flushed. thankful and bappy in thè exeltement of reetitutlon, she placed thè leather case in Ricca's bande. "My Jewel!" cri ed thè girl, &s----tounded. Then, wlth a little cry of dellght, she placed thè case upon thè table, etripped open thè erafclaioned cover, and emptied thè two traya All over thè table rolled thè jewels. fi&shlng, sclntillatlng, ablaze wlth bllnding tight. And at thè same instant thè outer door crash ed open and Quintana covered them wlth Darragh’s ride. "Now, by Christ!” he shouted, “who stira a finger shall go to God In one Jump! You, my gendarme frlen'—you, my frien’ Smith—tum your damn back e—han's up high!— tha's thè way!—now, ladies!—back away there—get back or I kill!— cure, by Jesus, I kill you like I would some whlte little mice!—” With Incredible qulckness he

SMICTIONSH' MU HOUSE The pian of thè city market eommlsslon for a new market and assembly ball was approved by thè College Ava CI vie AjSßociatlon In ita meeting last night at thè Thlrd Christian Church. John F. Whlte of Mayor Shank’s market commlsslon, Fred B. Hunter. archltect, and Edward O. Snethen, presldent of thè Federation of Civic CI üba. spoka YOUNG WOMAN STRUCK WHILE BOARDING CAR Mi*. Lottie Connelly, IT, of 138 N. Eldei Ave., was iun down by an automobile as she was boardlng a Street car at Washington St. and Elder Ave., at 8:30 o’clock last night. She refusati to be taken to a hospital and was removed to her home in a pollce car. Dr. McCarty, who gave flrst ald, said she was severely brulsed. The driver of thè automobile dld not stop aster thè accident, thè police were told. Walter Brenton. 242 S. Rural St., motorman on thè Washington St. car No. 406, said his car was stopped at thè corner and that Mrs. Connelly walked from thè sldewalk to get on thè car when thè automobile struck her.

NIGHT WORKMAN FINDS PROWLER IN BACK YARD Mervtn Palmer. 2029 Ashland Ave., who works at night, went home at 4:50 a. m. today, just in tlme to dlscorer a man In hls chlcken yard. Palmer opened Are wlth a revolver and thè prowler ran. The visitor hurdled thè rear fence whlle two bulleta from Palmer’s revolver went elnging aster hlm. Palmer sald hls home was broken lnto three nights ago. He was unable to teli whether thè prowler was whlte or eolored. MRS. PARK APPROVES 0F TEACHING SEX IN SCHOOL Sy United A'eie* CHICAGO. Nov. 15.—Instructlon of school chlldren In thè mysterles of sex, as proposed in Chicago schools, was indorsed Tuesday by Mrs. Maud Wood Park, president of thè National League of Women Voters, at thè second annual convention of thè Illinois branch of thè leagueTeachers of sex, hcweve.r, Mrs. Park belleves, should be tralned and jrperienced to avold posslbly harmful 50 YEARS WED, COUPLE DIE WITHIN TWO WEEKS tu Time• Spedai SOUTH BEND, Ind., Nov. 15. Linked so closely through flfty ye.<\rs >f marrled llfe that she was unable O enduro eixstence wlthout hlm. Mrs Lngela De Wltte. 74. today followed ìer husband to thè grave. She dled two weeks aster thè death >f ber husband. who clung to her imtii thè last stroke of nlne marked I thè exacf\ Urne they were marrled flfty years before On that date they I ere to bave celebr&ted thelr golden ■peddlng naniveimry.

srtepped forward and swept thè jewels lnto one hand fllled thè pocket of his trousers, caught up every stray stone and pocketed them. "You gendarme,” he cried in a menacing voice, "you thlnk you shall follow in my track. Yes? I blow your damn head off if you stir Lefore thè hour • * • Aster that — weìl, follow and be damn!” Even as he spoke he stepped outslde and slammed thè door; and Darragh and Stormont leaped for It. Then thè loud detonation of Quintana’e rlfle was echoed by thè spllntering rip of bullets tearing through thè closed door; and both men halted in thè face of thè leaden hail. Ève ran to thè pantry window and saw Quintana in somebody’s etolen lumber-sledge, lash a big palr of horses to a gallop and go floundering past lnto thè Ghost Lake road. As he sped by in a whirl of snow he flred Ave times at thè house, then, rising and swlnging his whlp, he fiogged thè franile horses lnto thè woods. In thè dlning room, Stormont, red with rage and shame, and having sound his rifle in thè corridor outside Eve's bedroom, was trying to open thè shutters for a shot: and Darragh, empty-handed, searched thè house frantteally for a weapon. Ève, terribly esci tea, carne froin thè pantry: "He’s gor.!” she cried furiously. "He'B in somebody’s lumber-sledge wlth a pair of horses and he’s drlving west like thè devili” Stormont ran to thè tap-robm telephone, cranked lt, and wamed thè constabulary at Flve Lakes. ‘iGood Godi” he exclalmed, turnlng to Darragh, ecarlet with mortlflcatlon, “what a ghastly business! I never dream ed he was wlthln miles of Cllnch’s! It'B thè most shameful thing that ever happened to me—" “What could anybody do under that rlfle?” said Ève hotly. “That beast would have murdered thè flrst person who stlrred!” Darragh, exasperated and dreadfully humillated, looked mlserably at his brand-new wife. Ève and Stormont also looked at .her. She had come forward from thè rear of thè stalrway where Quintana har brutally driven her. Now she stood wlth one hand on thè empty leather Jewel case, looklng at everybody out of pretty, bewlldered eyes. To Darragh, In a perplexed, unsteady voice: “ls it thè same b&ndit who robbed us before?” "Yes: Quintana,” he said wretchedly. Rage began to fedden his featrres. ‘‘Ricca,’ he said. “I promlsed I'd flnd your Jewels • • • I promise you agaln that ITI never drop this business until your gems—and thè Flamlng Jewel—are In your possesslon—” "But, Jlm—” ‘T swear it!” he exclalmed vlolently. "I’m not 6uch a stupld fool as I eeem—” "Dear!” she protested excitedly, “you have done what you promlsed. My gems are In my poasesslon—l believe—” She caught up thè emblasored case, strlpped out thè flrst tray. then thè second. and flung them aside. Then. searching with thè delicate tip of her foreflnger in thè empty case, she suddenly pressed thè bottom hard—thumb, middle finger and little finger formlng thè three apexes of an equllateral triangle. There carne a clear, tlny sound like thè ringing of thè alami in a repeatlng watch. Very gently thè false bottom of thè case detached Itself and carne away in thè palm of ther hand And there. each embedded in lts own ! shaped compartment. of chamois, lay thè Esthonian Jewels —thè true ones —deep hidden, alw&ys doubly guarded by two seta of perfect lmitations llning thè two vlslble trays above. And, In thè center, blased thè Erosite gena—thè magniflcent Flamlng Jewel, a glory of living, bllnding tire Nobody stlrred or spoke. Darragh bllnked at thè crystalline blaze as though stunned Then thè young girl who had once been Her Serene Highness Theodorica. Grand Duchess of Esthonia, looked up at her brand-new husb&nd and laughed. “Dld you really suppose it was tbese

AND THERE BAY THE ESTHONIAN JEWELS. that brought me across thè ocean? Dld you suppose lt was a passion for these that fiìled my heart? Dld you thlnk lt was for these that I followed you?” She laughed agaln, tumed to Ève: “You understand. Teli hlm that lf he had been In rag* I would have followed hlm like a gypsy • * * They say there ls gypsy blood In us. • • • God knows. • • • I think perhaps there ls a little of lt In all reai women—” Stili laughlng she pls.ced her hand jightly upon her heart—“lnì all women —perhaps— a Flaming Jewel lmbedded here—” Her eyes, tender and mocklng, met hls; she lifted thè Jewel-case, closed it, and placed lt in his hands. “Now," she sald, “you have everything in your possesslon; and we are safe —we are qulte safe, now, my jewels'and I.” Then she went to Ève and rested both hands on her shoulders. “Shall we put"on our snow shoes and go home?" Storznont flung open thè bullet-

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spllntered door. Outslde in thè snow he dropped on both kneees to buckle on Eve’s snow shoes. Dar rag h was performlng a llke of flce for hls wife, and thè State Troop er, belng unobeerved, took Eve’s sllm hands and klssed them, looking up at hsr wbere he was kneeling. Her pale face blushed ai lt had that day In thè woods on Owl Marsh,

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OUT OUR WAY—By WILLIAMS

THE OLD HOME TOWN—By STANLEY

so long, so long ago, when thls man’s llps first touched her hands. As thelr eyes met both remembered. Then she smlled at her lover wlth thè "hy glrl’s soul of her gazlng out at hlm through eyes as blue as thè wild ’olind-gentlans that grow among thè ferns and mosses of Star Pond. Far away in thè northwestem foreste Quintana stili lashed his horses through thè prlmeval pine.

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Triumphant, reckless, resourceful, dangerous, he felt that now nothlng could stop hlm, nothlng bar hls way to freedom. Out of thè wlldemess lay hls road and hls destlny; out of lt he must win hls way, by strategy, by cunnlng, by vlolence—creep out, Ile hls way out. shoot hls way out—lt scarcely mattered. He was golng outl Who could

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forbld hlm? Who stop hlm? Who deny hlm, now, when hls pockets, he held all that was worth livlng for—thè keys to power, to pleaaure—thè key to everythlr.g on earthl In Aeree exultatlon he slapped thè glass jewels In his pocket and laughed aloud. “The keys to thè worldl" he oried. “Let hlm stop me and take them; who ls a better man than II" Then hls

OUR BOARDING HOUSE—By AHERN

long whlp whlstled and he cursed hls horsea Then, of a sudden, dose hy in thè snowy road ahead, he saw a State Trooper on snow shoes —saw thè up flung arm warning hlm —screamed curses at hls horses, flogged them foi ward to crush N thls thlng to death that dared monaco ‘hlm—thls object that suddenly rose out of nowhere to sn&toh from hlm thè keys of thè world—

NOV. 15, 1922

—By ALLMAN

—By AL POSEN

For a moment thè State Trooper looked aster thè runaway horses. There was no use following; they’d have to run till they dropped. Then he towered thè leveled rlfle from his shoulder, looked grlmly at thè limp thlng whlch had tumbled from thè sledge lnto thè snowy road and whlch sprawled there crimsoning thè spotlesa flakes that fell upon it> THE END.