Indianapolis Times, Volume 35, Number 15, Indianapolis, Marion County, 29 May 1923 — Page 8

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MICHAEL'S WEDDING TO •?£> GIFT <3 BY E. PHILLIPS OPPENHEIM 4. * |\J\MttKAn. Copyright. I #22. by E. Phillips Oppwnheim SIBtVORHAW Arrgt XEA Service. Inc 1^ *-

BEGIN HERE TODAY Vendetta begins between MICHAEL SAYERS, noted criminal, and SIR NORMAN GREYES. once of Scotland Yard, when Sayers beautiful housemaid. JANET, saved him from Sir Norman by shooting dead an officer sent to arrest him Janet becomes Sayers’ wife but later learns that shfc is not legally wed to Michael. Sayers, in hiding with two lumbermen. plans to waylay passing tourists and rob them of their money. He rescues Lord Kindersley and his daughter when their car ri*is wild and goes as chauffeur to Boulogne. Michael hears that Janet is to marry Sir Sorman Greyes. Sir Norman follows Janet to Westminster and proposes an immediate marriage. Janet, in love with Greyes. feels giiilty because she has killed a man. NOW GO ON WITH STORY Janet Takes Up the Story: “You forget.” I told him. “you forget that I too —” "Janet.’ he Interrupted. “nothing that either of us could do, no penance we could undertake, would bring Ladbroke back to lifA His widow has her pension; I have seen to that. For the rest, you must forget as I have forgotten.’’ “I killed him. Norman.” I faltered. "I have killed men myself in my day,” he replied, “and I shall probably kill Michael, if he Is still alive, before our accounts are finally settled. That affair does not concern us any longer. You acted on a momentary impulse. You were protecting the man whom you fancied, at that time, you cared for.” "T was doing more than that.” I told him. “I was avenging myself. I was a stupid girl in those days—but I had Ideas. No man had ever kissed me upon the Ups. He took me unawares. If I had had the weapon In hand then, I should have killed him without any other thought."

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“POOR COLONEL, SHE EXCLAIMED. PASSING AN ARM THROUGH HIS. “HE HATES WEDDINGS.” I saw a look almost of content in the face of the man I loved. “I always guessed that there was something of the sort,” he said * * • “The immediate question is, when are you going to marry me?” 1 suppose I was weak, but all women are weak when the man they care for pleads. Just as I was. in my shabby clothes, we went out to a restaurant in Soho and dined. Ail the time we made plans, or rather he made plans and I listened. My long struggle, was at an end. We were to be married almost at once, to travel for ;* time in Italy, Egypt —all the places I had longed to visit —and afterward to settle- down In the country and forget. There were crowds of people at the house in Southwell Gardens where Norman's sister was giving a eecepticn for us after the wedding. Everybody was wonderfully nice to me, ana I made new friends at every mofffent.

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[Just as I was warned that it was time for me to go and change into my traveling gown, an uncle of Nor-® man’s, a Mr. Harold Greyes. asked me to show him the pearl necklace which had been Norman’s present to me. I took him at offee into the little rodm where the wedding gifts were' set out. There was a small gathering of guests there, nearly aU of whom were known to me. At the fax erjd of the room, seated in a chair and apparently taking little Interest in the proceedings, was the detective who had come from Scotland Yara to watch over the jewelry, “I know that you have *nly a moment to spare,” Mr. Greyes said to me. “I will just look at the pearls and be off.” I pointed to where the necklace was lying in Its case. My companion glanced downward, frowned, adjusted his eyeglass, dropped it and turned to me with a little smile. “Quite a reasonable precaution." he observed, "but was It necessary with a detective in the room?” “I don’t understand,” I told him, a little bewjjdered. “The substitution of the necklace,”, he explained. I leaned down and felt a sudden thrill of apprehension. The necklace, which was twined around its setting of ivory satin, was one which I had never seen before. I called to the detective. “My pearl necklace has been taken within the last half hour!" I ex-i claimed. “This is an Imitation one which has been substituted!” The detective first closed the door and then came back into the room. Besides myself and my companion, Mr. Harold Greyes, there were present a very charming girl called Beatrice Kindersley, a great friend of Norman’s, a_n elderly lady, Mrs. Phillippon, and a slim, soldierly-looking man, who was a complete stranger to me. “Dear me.” the latter exclaimed, “this is very distressing! A great many people have passed in and out during the last half hour." . I “It is only within the last three I minutes,” the detective said, “that Ii have moved to the farther end of the room. May I ask, Lady Greyes, if every one here is known to you?” “Miss Kindersley, certainly.” I replied. “and Mrs. Philllpson. I don’t think I have met you, have I?” I added, turning to the man. He looked at me with a rathe** peculiar smile. I cannot say that he actually reminded me of any one; yet something in his appearance filled me with a vague sense of unseasiness. “I fear that I have not yet had that honor. Lady Greyes.” he ac-

knowledged quietly. "Your husband, however. Is an old friend. My name is Escombe —Colonel James Escombe of the Indian Army.” “If you are unknown to Lady; Greyes, I must ask you to remain until Sir Norman arrives," the detective said. Beatrice Kindersley, who had been : standing looking on, suddenly began | to laugh. “Poor Colonel Escombe!’* she exclaimed, passing her arm through his. “Why, he Is one of Dad’s oldest friends. He hates weddings and functions of all sorts, but I persuaded him ’ to come here with me because he had; met Sir Norman in India once. Please, Lady Greyes. may I take him away? i We promised to call for Dad at his; club, and we are half an hour late already.” The detective was obviously dls- . appointed. I murmured something j conventional and shook hands with j both. “I may be permitted, although a comparative stranger,” Colonel Es- j combe said as he bent over my fingers, “to wish you all the happiness 1 which I am sure you deserve." They passed out, without any un- j due haste, laughing and talking toj one another. The detective hurried away, on the track of some fresh in- : .quiry. I moved back, urged by some j irresistible impulse, to the case where 1 the Imitation pearl necklace was lying. For the first time I noticed a! little label attached to It. I turned, itt over and read wo words, written !In a familiar handwriting: “Michael's | Gift.”' Suddenly Norman came hurrying in, already #hanged into a gray tweed traveling suit. He thrust his arm through mine and swung me toward | the door. “Janet, dear,'” he said, “you have exactly a quarter of an hour." “One question, please,’> I begged. "Did you ever know a Colonel Escombe in the Indian army?” “Never in my life,” he answered. I saw the detective hurrying toward us and I clutched Norman's arm. “Norman,” T whispered, “supposing the necklace ” “Well, dear?” "Supposing it was stolen?” His grasp on my arm tightened. “I shouldn’t care a hang, sweet- : heart,” ha whispered, “so long as we catch that train half an hour and I j ; have you all to myself for the rest of ■ j my life.” * • * Michael Resumes The greatest genius in the world j cannot foresee all contingencies. It j has always been my practice to leave something to Fate. How on earth I j was going to get out of the house In Southwell Gardens, if the theft of the necklace were discovered before I could get awa.y by natural means," I had been quite unabfe to decide. Pate, however, settled the matter for me. I left with tiylng colors, rescued by the girl with the steadfast eyes, whose lips had mocked at danger on the precipices of the Foret du Dom. “Where to?” she asked, as we took our places In her automobile. “To the British Museum tube, if you can take me so far.” I answered. I ■She gave the order to the chauffeur through the speaking tube. Then she leaned back in her Her expression puzzled me. “You are disturbed?” I ventured. “I am unhappy ” she answered. “You regret your intervention?” She shook her head. “It is not that. You stole the j pearls.” * “Os course I did.” I admitted. “You are a thief!” ”T never pretended otherwise.” eyes filled with tears. ?1 will give you that credit-” she coiifessed bravely. “Can I—would It

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be possible for me to buy the pearls from you?" "For what purpose?” I inquired. “To return to Lady Greyes, of course. Don’t you see that lam partly responsible for their loss?" "My dear young lady,” I said earnestly, “the pearls are yours, with pleasure. I took them because the dramatic side of the theft appealed to me. Norman Greyes and I are old enemies. He has hunted me as only man can hunt man. His wife Is an

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old acquaintance. It flattered ji my vanity to attend his reception unrecognized and to help myself to his wife’s pearls. Allow me.” I took of? my •silk hat and laid it ■ppon the opposite seat. Then I passed my hand slowly over my hair, pressed the top of my skull and handed her the necklace. She looked at me with her eyes wide open it wonder. “I appreciate your surprise, I told her. & matter of fact, this false

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top to my head is one of the most ingenious things my friends in Paris evf/r made for me.” The car pulled up outside the Tube station. The girl held out her hand. “I t£lnk that you are a very terrible but a very wonderful person,” she said. “Anyhow, I like to think that I have paid a part of ray debt.” The madness had me in its grip. I lifted her fingers to my. Ups. I laughed In my soul because she made no effort to withdraw them.

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Oldest Pensioner The oldest employee on the retirement rolls of the Government is Mark Thrash of Rosville, Georgia. 102 years of age. He was retired last year as a laborer In the national military park at Chattanooga, Tenn. He is a for mer slave. For forty years he was the property of Dr. Christopher Thrash of Virginia, who bought a five hundred acre plantation in Meriwether,

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County. Georgia, back in the fortlma and sent him there with other slavSw to clear the land. He encountered many Indians. After the Civil War, Thrash was a refugee in Arkansas, then returned to Chattanooga, and helped construct the Central of Georgia Railroad. His last Job was in the military park, where he worked for twenty-eight year* before hist retirement*—Burma at Feeslatuk