Indianapolis Times, Volume 35, Number 119, Indianapolis, Marion County, 28 September 1923 — Page 18

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BKGIS HEBE TODAY Hope Banger, daughter ol wealthy PareuU, disappears. after having luncheon at the Plaza with her beet lirend. Lueia Thorne. Hope promises her mother that she will phone to her from her tailor’s at 3 o’clock. Evening comes with no word from Hope. Mrs. Banger feels alarmed ana calls Hope a father from a dinner engagement. At first Mr. Banger has no misgivings, but, after it seems impossible to find trace of his daughter through her many friends, he, 100, feels alarmed. Hanger calls Eustiee Higby, his attorney. who is a warm friend of tne family, and asks his assistance In locating Hope. Higby goes to the Thorne residence to Question Lucia. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY I~— "qT seemed for a time, though, that his promised interrogation of Lncia would have to be deferred; for on reaching the house, he rang repeatedly without arousing any response, and when a sleepy servant finally appeared to answer the bell, It required all his powers of persuasion to gain admittance. But when Mrs. Thorne came down and he had explained the nature of his errand, she readily grasped the situation, and as soon as Lucia could mpite a hasty toilet, sent her into the room alone. The girl, he had to confess, seemed appalled at the news her mother had brought her and genuinely alarmed for Hope’s safety. Hope had been In fine spirits at luncheon, she said, and they had talked of a dozen things—Lucia’s recent trip abroad, clothes, mutual acquaintances, both men and girls, their plans for the summer. She had teased Hope about two or three men, but Hope had merely shrugged her shoulder and laughed. “I’d be lonesome, Lucia,” she had said, “if

HE LAID HIS HAND ON RANGER’S SHOULDER. someone wasn’t anxious to pet me; but marriage! I haven’t seen the man I’d marry yet, not for a farm.” When they parted, it was with an arrangement to see each other the next afternoon, and Hope had given not the slightest suggestion of anything unusual on hand. She h,ad said something about going to the tailor’s, and possibly doing a bit of shopping before she went home; that was all. This left Higby no recourse but to appeal to the police; and here he proved himself, on one score at least, a true prophet. The five thousand dollars reward he offered furnished all the incentive required to set the department going at full steam. Within twelve hours the move : >ents of Hope Ranger were known o a certainty from the time she left her father’s door at twenty-five minutes after twelve until a quarter past three that afternoon-

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Leaving home, she had walked down the east side of the avenue. At fifteen minutes to 1 o’clock she had stopped at a florist’s and bought a gardenia. Then she had crossed at Fifty-Ninth St. and met her friends at the Plaza, had gone with Lucia Thorne into the dining-room, remained there an hour, and left the Thornes at ten minutes past 2. At halfter 2 she had bought a veil in a millinery and dressmaking establishment on Fifty-Seventh St. and had been recognized and called by name by the saleswoman. From there she had gone to a book store and asked for a book which she had previously ordered. Sho was next seen at the soda water counter of a fruit and sweets shop, where she ordered a maple sundae. It was then exactly ten minutes after 3, the clerk being able to fix the time so definitely from the fact that just after he had set Miss Ranger’s order before her, .a disturbance had been created by a customer at the cashier’s desk over a question of correct change. The altercation had become so heated that the manager of the place had been summoned. Miss Ranger, like every one else in the shop, had turned to watch the incident and then, when it had been settled, she finished her sundae and went out. And from that point the investigators ran into a blank wall. After four days of assiduous effort cn the part of the police department, aided now by an army of private detectives, no clew had been unearthed to Indicate what had become of her or whither she had gone. Mrs. Ranger was by this time under the care of physicians, ill from grief and worry; and her husband, his face lined and haggard, his straight shoulders bowed, looked twenty years older. Even Eustace Higby showed the effects of the strain. In despertaion they decided to make the facts public and every news, paper in the country was filled with descriptions of the missing glrL

CHAPTER IV -.anger’s pipes are known all over the world. Buy a pipe—clay, calabash, meerschaum, brier-root or whatnot, and in whatever part of the globe—and the chances are ten to one that, “Ranger & Cos., Makers,” will be found stamped on it. The factory and salesrooms occupy a block on Seventh Ave., near Fourteenth St., and there, as a matter of habit, Ranger continued to go daily in the attempt to win some surcease from anxiety by absorbing himself in the accustomed routine. So ready was he to listen to every wild story or suggestion offered him that it had been found necessary to post guards before his office door to protect him from the invasion of cranks and imposters. Thus, one morning, Number One of the cordon peremptorily halted a caller who had attempted to stroll by him, and who now, with too much assurance to be pleasing said that he wished to see “Ranger.” The off-hand manner, as well as the lack of the prefix of "Mister,” annoyed the guard. Neither did he find thfe stranger’s appearance prepossessing. Dark, lean, his clothes unpressed, his hat tilted, the man swaggered before him. “Ranger, eh?”—with heavy sarcasm. “Well, I got to tell you that the boss is busy this morning and can’t see anybody—even you.” The visitor shifted his hat to another and more disreputable angle, took an old pipe from his pocket and began to fill It. “Tou’re new here, my lad; that’s plain. But, if you’re in doubt take my name, either to Frank Bryan or Loring himself.” The guard scowled, but wavered in his decision to throw the man out. He trusted his own impression more than he did this airy certainty of welcome. Yet the fellow seemed so confoundedly sure. He covered his hesitation with trucculent repartee. “Well, s'posin’ I do? Who shall I say It Is that wants the boss—Lloyd George or Herbert Hoover?" ‘Neither.” The man flicked a raveling from his sleeve. “He’ll probably see me quicker if you give it to him straight. Just say, my good man, that Juarez Charlie is here.” Juarez Charlie! In the face of such a designation. Nnumber One felt his original estimate of the man fully justified. And yet there was something in that dark, obscure glance, in the jeering smile on the glib mouth that overrode his settled judgment. Uncertainly he scratched his jaw.

‘‘l don’t know but what I’ll take a chance on you,” he finally decided. “You ain’t so much worse than a lot I’ve had to let get by. But listen here—” with a return of authority—“if I get in wrong, you’d better not wait. I’m coming back, and if they don’t want you. I’ll just naturally wipe up the street with you.” As he came into the presence of Ranger's private secretary. Frank Bryan, the impulse that had led him to take in the name of the rakish visitor weakened, and he stood shuffling his feet, uncertain what to say. “Mr. Bryan, sir, there’s a—a party out there, that wants to see Mr. Ranger. He said to tell you or Mr. Ranger that Jarez Charlie—” “Juarez Charlie!” the secretary snapped. "Why didn't you say so? Show him into the private office at once.” The bewildered guard returned to his post. "This way, mister,” he beckoned with disgrunted civilty. m “Never mind.” He waved Number One aside. “I know the way.” He passed on, a privileged character, exchanging a word or two with different employes in the outer office and nodding familiarly to others; for. rolling-stone adventurer though he was, grafter and swindler as he was suspected of being, Juarez Charlie was welcome here to come and go as he pleased. He and Loring Ranger had been boys together. More than once the successful manufacturer had urged his old associate to take a position with him, offering Charlie his choice either inside the factory or on the road; for it was Ranger’s firm belief that the vaga-bond,.-if he would only devote himself

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to it, would make an incomparable salesman. But Charlie always ervaded these efforts at rehabilitation. His especial gifts were various; perhaps the less said about them the better. He employed them when he felt like it and when opportunity offered; loafed when he felt like it; traveled constantly about the country —sometimes first-class, sometimes in the company of yeggs and hoboes — boasted that he had a more comprehensive knowledge of the United States than any other man wdthln its borders, and regarded life on the whole with a cynical, good-humored philosophy w'hich no exigency could daunt or misfortune overwhelm. There was an unwonted tug of sympathy at Charlie’s wrinkled heart, and on a sudden impulse he stepped over and laid his hand on Ranger’s shoulder. “Tough luck, Lorry!” he said huskily. “But don’t give way like this, old boy. Brace up; it isn’t —it isn’t as if your little girl were gone for good.” The friendly touch, tire sincerity of feeling in his tone brought an unexpected response. A tremor ran through the manufacturer’s bent frame; then,' with a groan, he dropped his head in his hands. "It’s no use, Charlie.” His voice came brokenly. “No use to try and deceive myself. She is gone for gaod.” He aurned away to hide his working face, then twisted round and began to talk rapidly. Here at last was some one to whom he could lay bare all that was in his rntnd. “Look at the facts, Charlie. Look

OUR BOARDING HOUSE—By AHERN

TIIE OLD HOME TOWN—By STANLEY

Alleging her husband slapped her and bumped her head against the door because she refused him permission to bring a former wife to their new home, Mrs. Florence O’Banion o Marion asks a divorce. All schools in Johnson County have added a course in current events. Regular credit is to be given. Mrs. Henry Herbel, who is Gladys Walton in the movies, and her husband aro passing a few days as the guests of his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Ed Herbel, living near Marion. Delegates from each of the mine locals in the Clinton field will sug gest to their membership that ChrL topher Columbu3 day, Oct. 12, be observed as a national holiday by having all mines idle. When officers raided a soft drink parlor owned by Mrs. Lillian Houseman, Michigan City, they found her, they say, behind the bar with a bottle of moonshine dishing out drinks. Boy Scouts of Vincennes are building a log cabin. The site was donated at the facts. It’s a month yesterday since Hope went away—was taken away, I mean—and in all that time not a word from her—not a word of her. Only this horrible silence—like a thick black curtain meeting me everywhere I turn. (Continued in Our Next Issue) ’'

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OUT OUR WAY—By WILLIAMS

FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS—By BLOSSER

JENSEN IS COUNCIL HEAD Head of Butler Sociology Department Chosen to Lead Charities. Prof. Howard E. Jensen, head of the sociology department of Butler College, today was the head of the Tn dianapolls Council of Social Agencies, organized Thursday at the SpinkArms. Other officers; The Rev. Maurice F. O’Connor, director of tho Cathoiic Community Center, first vice president; Mrs. David Ross of the Indiana Indorsers of Photoplays, second vice president; Sol Kiser, representing the Jeweish (Federation, treasurer, and Miss Mary A. Meyers of the Marion County Anti-Tuberculosis Association, secretary. Members of the executive board: Paul L. Benjamin, George W. Rabinoff, Dr. Charles P. Emerson, Charles O. Lee, Mrs. Hugh McGibeny, the Rev. Frank S. C. Wicks and Earl R. Conder. Artist Club Opening Tonight The Indiana Artists Club will open its new clubrooms tonight in the Caroline Scott Harrisctn chapter house, 824 N. Pennsylvania St. Miss Marie Cliomel will talk on her experiences in France.. Randolph La Salle Coats will speak on the work of the artists colony at Princetown, Mass., where he spent the summer. H. A. C. Membership Week This is “Get a New Member Week” for the Hoosier Athletic Club. Every member of the club urged to bring in new and prospective members.

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