Indianapolis Times, Volume 35, Number 211, Indianapolis, Marion County, 16 January 1924 — Page 8

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IN A LEGATEE S SHOES

BECIN HERE TODAY A novelist seeks noetournal adventure. He walks up Viking: Square, where he sees an elderly English parlor maid standing on the steps oi a h mse. When the maid sees him she jumps down the' steps and with piteous appeal iia her eyes cries: “Oh, Mr. Charlie, you've come at last. " He allows himself to be led into the house, in which he finds costly furnishings. An elderly man in evening dress comes toward him and greets him as Charlie.'' The novelist gets the impression that both the man and the maid know he is not their man. The elderly man informs him that his aunt is very ill and is waiting for him. The seeker of adventure tells the man and the maid that he is not the man they .bir.k he is but offer* to play tls part in whatever drama they have lor him He is asked to wait in the dinirg-room. A sound comes to him from behind a closed door. He finds the daughter of the sick woman, locked in a room NOW <r ON WITH THE STORY |~rw-Tj HE woman gave me a dry I sob: “I, who’ve looked after J he/ all my life, and didn't marry because she wanted to keep me. Well, that doesn't matter. Anyhow, she became crazy for Charlie. She said I shouldn't get anything. Only hadn’t seen Charlie for a year, nearly. That annoyed her. She was going to make a will in his favor, only he didn’t come." She stopped, sobbing again. "But, look here,” I said. “1 don't BEFORE HE COULD pRAW HIS WEAPON THE POLICEMEN WERE ON HIM. understand. How IS it Charlie hasn’t been to see her for a year if ne thinks that she’ll make him her heir?” "He couldn’t. He was in gaol. He was released this afternoon. In Scot land. But he hasn’t had time to get here yet, and time passes. Now don't you understand? They’ve got a will written out upstairs. If she thinks Charlie’s come to her, she'll sign. She knows she may die any moment, only she’s obstinate. She won’t sign unless Charlie comes to her.” MOTHER! Child's Best Laxative is “California Fig Syrup” Hurry Mother! A teaspoonful of ‘‘California Fig Syrup” now will thoroughly clean the little bowels and in a few hours you have a well, playful child again. Even if cross, feverish, bilious, constipated or full of cold, children love Its pleasant taste. ■ Tell your druggist you want only the genuine ‘‘California Fig Syrup” which has directions for babies and children of all ages printed on bottle. Mother, you must say “California.” Refuse any imitation—Advertisement. How to Make Pine t Cough Syrup at Home Iw no equal for prompt results. 1 Taken bat a moment to prepare, | and aavea yon about **. 1 Pine is used In nearly all prescriplions and remedies for coughs. The reason Is that pine contains several elements ihat have a remarkable effect in soothing and healing the membranes of the throat and chest. line cough syrups are combination* of pine and syrup. The “syrup” part is usually plain sugar syrup. To make the best pine cough'remedy that money can buy. put 24 ounces of Plnex In a pint bottle, and fill up with home-made sugar syrup. *Or you can use clarified molasses, honey, or corn syrup. Instead of sugar syrup. Either way, you make a full pint—more than you can buy ready-made for three times the fnoney. It is pure, good and tastes very pleasant. You can feel this take hold of a cough or cold in a way that means business. The cough may be dry. hoarse and light, or may be persistently loose from the formation of phlegm. The cause is i Ipsa me—inflnmeif membranes—and this I’inex and Syrup combination will stop it—usually in 24 hours or less. Splendid, too. for hoarseness, or any ordinary throat ailment. Pinex ds a highly concentrated compound of genuine Norway pine extract, and is famous the world over for Us prompt effect upou coughs. Beware of substitutes. Ask your drug gist for “24 oupoeß of Plnex" with di-.-ectlons. and don’t accept anything else, iliiaranteed to give absolute satisfaction money refunded. The Pinex Cos., Ft. ’*■ ■ Tnd.—Advertisement.

“But you’ve got to have witnesses ...” “Oh, of course," said the woman, petulantly. "The servants spill witness. Servants will witness anything. Now, you see, if you go and speak to her she’ll think it’s Charlie. . . Char lie'll get everything and I'll be penniless. Oh, it's tooo cruel. I’-m too old to go out and work. Oh. don’t go up, don’t. And I haven't told you everything. Charlie’s so bad . . . just as if being in gaol before hadn’t done him any good. He’s done something else. I heard this afternoon . . . alter they let him out. Stupid of the police . . TheyOet him go .. . they’ll have to arrest him again. But never mind that. It doesn't matter what he's done: if Mother signs, he'll get everything. and I’ll be turned into the street. Oh, go up, please. Better leave the house." At that moment I heard voices and footsteps above. People were coming down. Indeed, the thing to do was to run. But if Charlie did arrive? If the old lady signed the will? This woman would be destroyed. I must see it through. So. hurriedly, I whispered: “No. leave it to me. I’ll shut the door, but I shan’t jock you in. I’ll go up. but I promise you she shan’t sign." “Promise” she said, weakly. I nodded, closed the door, and returned to the dining room.

- 111 The doctor paused: "Well, good night, Doctor,” said my host. "I'm afralft there's no chance.” “Not much,” said the doctor, “but I’ll be round at 8 o'clock. After all, nature can do more than medicine.” He went out, and the elderly man turned toward me: “I’m awfully sorry you had to wait. I hope you don’t mind. Now, since you’re so good as to help us out of this difficulty, perhaps you'll come up to her. And remember to call her Auntie.” As I went up the stairs my courage was oozing away. Automatically I followed my guide, but the- desire to run away, to avoid entangling myin anything so risky, anything so criminal, was strong upon me. But still I went up; to entangle oneself :s the essence of all adventure. Thus, as the door softly closed behind me, 1 found myself by the bedside. The lights were low. so faintly Illuminated the features of the three people in the room, a' hospital nurse on the other side of the bed, the servant who had ,’et me in, and another maid. But 1 registered these only vaguely. My • yes were fixed upon the figure that ay in the Stuart four poster, surmounted by a canopy of crimson brocade flowered with gold. She was ?uch a little thing, the old Jafly in her vast bed. Her attitude was one of .infinite weariness; she lay cheek upon the pillow’, one thin hand faintly moving upon the coverlet, a large bandage covering the whole of her forehead and her eyes. She was pitiful, so small and weak, and the effect of the sick room had already been created for bottles and glasses stood upon a small table: there was a cylinder of oxygen, and the faint smell of sickness, the close, half scented smell, already filled the place. Then the elderly man touched my elbow, and 1 went to the bedside. "Christine," he murmured, “here’s Charlie.” The old lady did not reply: for a moment I thrilled with the hope that she might be dead, and that this tragedy would thus be ended. But the thin hand persistently moved, and I found myself recognizing a resemblance with her daughter, the same straight nose, the beautiful old faded lips. “Christine,” he repeated, his tone made anxious with the thought that had occurred to me. He touched her hand. “Christine, it’s Charlie.” I saw’ that I must play my part, so bent down quite close and murmured: “Auntie! Auntie Christine!" , At the sound of this new voice she suddenly seemed to revive. A tremor ran over her features, and she made an effort to sit up, which, with the swiftness of a cat, the hospital nurse repressed. “Oh what is it?” said the old lady, vaguely, as if aroused from a dream. “It’s Charlie,” I said. It was horrible and charming; she smiled, ahd the thin hand moved about vaguely, until I slid mine Into it: “Oh, Charlie.” she said, “I’m so glad you’ve come. I didn't think you’d come.” “Why, of course, I came. Auntie. You didn’t think I’d leave you alone when you w’ere seedy.” “Charlie,” sl>e w’hispered, hurriedly, “don’t say I’m seedy. Don’t be silly.' There was something quite sharp in the w’hisper; it revealed the imperious women she been. Indeed, she was cross: “Why haven't you been to see me for a year?” This embarrassed me, so I was vague: “Oh, well, you know I had to be away.” “Yes, I know, but I should have thought you needn’t have spent a year !n America. Still, dear, it’s your busi ness.” She pressed my hand, and I hated myself. Then she added: “You’ve changed. Even your voice is different.” “Poor boy.” said the elderly than, “he’s got cold. But, look here, Christine, you mustn't talk any more; it’s not good for you.” But the old lady clung to my hand with sudden strength, as if she feared that with it life would escape her: "’Oh, no,” she said, feebly. "Don’t ... I haven’t seen you for so long.” “All right,” said her couslrf “He shan't leave you. But Christine, dear didn’t you tell me you wanted to sign a paper.” “Ye:-, when Charlie came.” “Well, it's ready, it’s written out. Suppose you do it now? we’ve got the witnesses here. Since they’re 1-ere, Christine, why not sign it now to save troubling them to come upstairs again.” There was a pause. Then the old lady turned her face toward me, as If trying to see me through the ban dages. and said: “Charlie,' you've been a dear to me all your life. I’m going to leave you avery thing. And wiiep I’m gone . . . Doris isn’t to hi|ve anything. No a penny. 1 hdte

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“Here’s the paper,” said my guide. This was too much. I made a grab at the will, but the old man was too quick for me: “What \he *devil . . .?” he began.

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all speechless and rather pale. A fury came over me as I turned upon the old man: "She shan’t sign. Do you hear? Give me that paper, or I’ll take U from you.” As I stepjied toward him a feeble cry came from the bed. “Oh, what is it? What is it?” I turned to the old lady, but at that ! moment I heard rapid steps on the stairs, swift progress. The door was | flung open, and a rather handsome, | middle-aged man rushed to the bed j and flung himself down on his knees ! by Its side: "Auntie, Auntie!” he cried, “I’ve come In time?” His tone changed: “What’s the matter? It’s Charlie. Don’t you hear?” He jumped up, staring down at the figure, and stepped back: "Too late!” he said, in a low voice. For a moment we all stood fixed where we were about the bed of the woman round whom had centered so much strife. So smitten were these plotters by their defeat, that only I heard yet more footsteps upon the stairs. It was only at the last moment, as the door fell open, and behind the two policemen I could see the figure of Doris, that Charlie, with an oath, thrust at his hip pocket. But before he ccgild draw his weapon the policemen were on him. As if conscious that some peril might threaten me, Doris had run to my side. In a hurried whisper she said: "I got out., I didn’t think of telling you ... I got the policemen. Oh, you’re safe, you’re safe!” . Another story of midnight advenlure by W. L. George, “The Stolen Baby.” will start in our next issue.”

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on their home at a celebration Feb. 6. Plans are now being made to rebuild the present home. A permit has been asked of the Government for the building of a ?1,500,000 hydro-electric dam in the Wabash River near Logansport. Morrltt Longbrake, 30, Is held at Gashen charged with burning his sliver to get insurance on it and collecting from two insurance companies. "I soldiered more in the four months under Bugler than in the rest

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