Indianapolis Times, Volume 35, Number 156, Indianapolis, Marion County, 12 November 1923 — Page 8

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BEGIN HERE TODAY dire Jewett, in lore with the Reverend Daniel Gilchrist, marries Jerry Gondlaud for his money. Daniel is dismissed irom the fashionable Chureh of the Nativity in New York because of his radical sermons. “Overcoat Hail." a refuse for the unemployed. is established by Gilchrist. George Goodkind. Jerry's fatlier. calls and orders Daniel to cease seeing- Clare, who frequently visits the hall to help Gilchrist. Pearl Hennig comes in and warns Daniel thkt her husband is out to “get'’ him. Clare comes to tell that she has left Jerry. Daniel sends her back home and she returns to her husband. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY h|'” IN’T you well, Mr. Gilchrist?” A she asked, alarmed. . “Just tired,” he said, not moving. “Maybe, you ain’t believin’ hard enough,” she said naively. He looked up now. It was what he had needed. He smiled at her and straightened. “It’s most time for the meeting,” she added. Grubby came back now with a tray loaded high with sandwiches. In his trail came several others, for the meeting. There was Mrs. Mulligan, swaying a bit with liquor and glad to find a warm place to enjoy her semisober state. There wore Mr. and Mrs. Henchley, he a middle-aged lock smith, not without reserve, and towering above him formidably. ‘‘Good evening, Mrs. Mul-lgan,” said Mary Margaret pleasantly. “It is not,” the red-faced woman retorted. The others held the evening In better repute, however, and returned Mary Margaret's greeting with good grace, and that of Gilchrist, too. “I guess we’re early,” said Mr. Henchley to Daniel. “Yes,” followed up his wife. “I wanted to speak to you—about Mr. Henchley's pants.” “Mr. Henchley’s what?” asked Daniel curiously. “Pants,” reiterated Mrs. Henchley. ‘I took out a spot—with gasoline—and hung ’em on the fire escape that

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UMANSKI HELD A THREATENING FIST ABOVE JOE. runs across from this house, and tonight they was gone, and I think you ought tp look into your lodgers.” “I will,” said Gilchrist, nodding. “Good evening, everybody.” The others acknowledged the greeting of a tall, angular Jewess, a garment ■utorker, but almost scholarly in appearance. “Good evening. Miss Levinson," said Daniel. “I've brought back your book.” she said, handling a volume to Gilchrist. “What’va you been reading?” queried Mrs. Henchley. "George Bernard Shaw,” the girl mswered evenly. “I s'pose you ain't read “The Sheik’?’’

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J “We’ve been reading ‘Caesar and Cleopatra’ together,” put in Gilchrist, j “That's where we got the quotation jon the board. I’ve jumbled it a bit. :He turned to the board and read: “ 'And so. to the end of history, hate Shall breed hate, murder shall breed murder, until the gods create a race that can understand.’ ” “That's is, isn't it?” said Miss Levinson. “A race that ” A door flung open violently interrupted her. It was Pearl Henig, breathless. “Mr. Gilchrist!” she demanded. Daniel turned to her clamly. “Oh. it’s you. Pearl. I thought you'd feone.” “Xo—l've been watchin’ and I’ve j?ot. to speak to you—quick!” She was twitching nervously. “In just a few minutes!” Daniel turned back to Miss Levinson. “Now!” shouted Pearl excitedly. “Joe’s out there!” Mrs. Mulligan resented the disturbance of her doze. “Aw, shut she blurted. “Mrs. Mulligan!” admonished Gilchrist. “Pearl—you're interrupting—you were saying. Miss Levinson?” “We seem ’ have hated everything different from ourselves—” Miss Levinson went on—“ln station, or race, or religion.” Pearl stood by, an agitated creature at bay. “Yes.'' said Daniel, quite calmly. “It’s stupid—and instinctive. I've noticed we're inclined to blame a man for a pug nose—if ours is Roman. Some day we’ll get over that all who differ from us are villains and that we should hate each other Instead of trying to understand each other. It was on the battlefields that I came to believe a man’s life might well be given to teaching and preaching—love!” A crash drowned the last word, as a half brick came hurtling through the window and dropped at Gilchrist s feet. There were screams and a general rush for cover. Gilchrist alone stood his ground. “Don’t be alarmed.” he said easily. “It’s only some hoodlum.” “It’s Joe!” screamed Pearl. “I seer, him In front. That's why I couldn’t get out. Somebody go for the police.” There was a general movement toward the door. “No!” commanded Gilchrist, and they halted. “He's got other men with him," Pearl pleaded “He’ll kill you!” The outer 4 door slammed. She threw herself against the entrance to the room. “Here he comes! Don't let him in' somebody help me!” “Step aside. Pear!,” Daniel commanded. She did so and George F. Goodkind entered “It’s only Mr. Goodkind,” Gilchrist added. “Yes,” said Goodkind, “and your neighbors are calling ” Agitation spread in the little group. They huddled together like sheep In a thunder storm, exchanging frightened glances. Then came an ominous rumbling. Staccato shouts sounded above the noise of clumping feet. / The door was flung open. Reeling. Joe Hennig. stumbling, fo’lowed by a muttering mob At the sight of her husband. Pearl had run to Gilchrist for protection. He put a reassuring arm about her shoulder, "C’tnnn. we’ll shoot this guy ” Hennig was blustering with a snarl on his face. He looked about the group and then caught sight of Gilchrist and his wife. “By God." he shouted: “caught in the act!” He turned to the herd behind him “That’s my wife!” Gilchrist made no move. “Caught in what act, Joe?" he asked calmly. “You—” Henning’s thick tongue and Gilchrist’s ease halted him. “Tell them what we’re u-j/e tc~ - Grubby moved toward the background. "I don’t want to get tn n > trouble ’ he said, evasively. The stalwart figure of Umanski moved through the crowd. Catching Hennig by the shoulder the Pole forced him to his knees. •I’U tell you,” he shouted at the cringing man.

“Umanski!” protested Gilchrist. “I tell you, Hennig,” went on Umanski. ’Mr. Gilchrist been friend to everybody. And*now when he need friend, nobody knows notliing. Well, I know. I know anybody hurt him gotta lick me.” Umanski had held a threatening fist amove Joe. “Shall I?” he asked. “No—no,” said Gilchrist and slowly the Pole backed away and Hennig rose to his feet, his bravery restored by rescue. “I'll show you the kind of fake that's been foolin’ you. He got kicked out of the church. He was a spy for the people that live on labor and he came to the mines while he was on strike and ran away with my wife.” "It wasn’t him,” protested Pearl. “She says that ’cause she's stuck on him:” "I ain’t." “Well, you’re workin’ for him, ain’t yuh?’ “Your wifes working in a store uptown,” said Gilchrist. The remark was received with jeers. “My wife’s workin' Sixth Avenue," said Hennig with a sneer for her shame and a touch of self-pity for his own. “She’s ■walkin’ the streets!" “I heard from a piai she picked up last night.” Gilchrist turned to Peaj-1 expecting to see her head held high In scorn and refutation. Instead he saw it bowed. “Pearl:” he said, loath to believe. “It is a lie?*' She was sobbing now, softly. “No,” she said, brokenly. "It's true.” The contemptuous rumble of vindication came from the leering, swaying mob and drowned her weeping. CHAPTER XXI The Sign The bowed head took the taunts and jeers for only a moment. Then Pearl Hennig. with a hardness that was new to her but as old to her kind as selfdefense is old, rose ard turned jointly on Gilchrist as well as the mob in defiance “Yesf It’s true,” she repeated, bit-

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terly. "'Why wouldn’t it be?” She faced Gilchrist. “I tried to have strength—like you told me —and I had a job—but when the other girls got wise—they ain’t no better than I am.” * She gave way before his calm, steady gaze. “Anyway—” she said, haltingly, “I lied. I am walkin’ the streets. I ain’t no good. I ain’t fit to live.” Slowly she started to sink at his feet. He caught her up. “Pearl!” he said softly. She pulled to free herself. “ For Christ’s sake, ain’t you done with me now?” she said, half protest, half surprise. “For Christ’s sake —” said-Gilchrist, reverently, “No." Ke put his arm about her shoulder. Joe Hennig stirred restlessly on unsteady feet. “It’s all a fake,” he shouted. “Ain’t you fellows on? He got every rotten woman in the neighborhood workin’ for him. Your wives ain't safe. Your kids ain’t safe. Ask Tony Malduca.” He turned to a swarthy Italian in the group. “Didn’t he bring your kid in here—and keep her —against her will? Didn't he?” “That’s what he done,” said Malduca. sullenly. The mob stirred again. There were mumbles of half-hushed suggestions of violence. Hennig heard them with welcome. (Continued in Our Next Issue) Play copyrighted. 1021. In the United States and England. Nov ellied version byapecial permission of the author, and of Breatanoa. publishers of the play.

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Lebanon Elks are already planning to make the kids of the children ot the city 12 years of age and under happy at Chdftmas time. They will gave their annual party Dec. 21. The lodge to entertains 1,000 children. Ellis Rees of Wmamas raised 1,000 bushels of onions on one acre. It is claimed he is the onion king of Pulaski County. A granite shaft erected in the Mon rovian cemetery at Hope in honor of six local young men who lost their lives in the war was dedicated Sunday. Anew oil field has been found near Saratoga, Randolph County. A well estimated to produce fifty barrels a day was recently shot in on the C. M. Shierling lease. The U. S. Postofflce Department has announced anew postofflce building for Clinton. Bids on the structure will be received Dec. 6. It is expected to be built next year. One hundred and forty-eight patients were cared for at the Blackford County Hospital, according to a report of the work of the first six months time since Its organization. The Richmond Klwanis Club has elected Robert H. Welchman, new president, to succeed Herbert L. Keck. Shortage of hands for husking com is acute in Tippecanoe, White and

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