Indianapolis Times, Volume 35, Number 213, Indianapolis, Marion County, 18 January 1924 — Page 8

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r I o J THE STOLEN BABY

BEGIN HERE TODAY A novelist, seeking- nocturnal adventure. waits lor a taxi in the Paddington Recreation Ground. London. He notices a girl who seems to be waiting lor the midnight omnibus and offers to give her a lift in his taxi and the girl accepts his offer. She informs him that her sister is sick in a hospital and that ebe is on her way to fetch her sister's baby from her sister's home to hers. The cab stops in a poor part of London and the girl disappears through a doorway and returns carrying a baby. Arriving at a point in Elgin Avenue, the girl leaves the cab and as she alights her escort notices an elaborately worked e'V-of-arms on the baby's coat. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY mHAD altogether lost track of her. After a moment, a policeman who was standing by a gate, considered me with a suspicious air. I had raveled my hair, so that it stood on end. The policeman was still watching me with interest. It was obvious that I could not stay in the middle of the road like this unless I wanted him to think me drunk. For a moment I thought I would tell him

WHAT CAN ( DO FOR TOUT’ UID THE LOFTY CREATURE. about the coronet. But what could a policeman say if a hatless man, in the ■nidsDe of the road, told him that a girl who wasn’t there bad got hold of i baby with a coronet on its clothes, a >aby that wasn’t there either? He’d ■e certain w think me drunk. So. at —.opting all the dignity a man can i thieve when he has lost his hat. I ■miked away to Elgin Ave., pretending • t te busy. i got home somehow, a little later, •.fortunately in another taxi, so that did not recover my hat. I had a cold mth, as a result of which I felt much notter, and more confused when I got "Mo bed. I found myself unable to sleep. All the little incidents of that night crowded upon me: the girl’s con*zed references to her father and her <vepmother. the fact that she was living alone and yqt took her sister 3 • •aby to live with her when she could cave it where she had found it. the >bvious commonness of her voice, and :s contrast with the baby's beautiful •'othing, her nervous excitement, her ■ tate almost of palsy, as if she had >een frightened, or was hunted, when ;he came hack with the child her rapid light, the blackness into which she MOTHER! “California Fig Syrup" Dependable Laxative for Sick Baby or Child

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had taken me, the blackness into which she had vanished. ... all this combined. By degrees it piled up into a certainty that my wanderer of the night had stolen a child, and that I had assisted her. Then my confused state of mind became complicated by the realization that babies with cor “onets on their are not generally found in houses on Guelf St. I saw myself in the middle of a burlesque rather than a melodrama. But the baby did have a coronet on its clothes. Perhaps it had been stolen that day, and Rhoda was the person to afford it deeper concealment. Then I remembered my hat. and horror fell over mb like a muffling sheet. What was going to happen? If that baby was important, a hunt would take place. Probably the taxi man read in the papers an account of the stealing from Guelf St. He would remember the girl, the baby . . . and me. And my hat, within the.lining, bore my name and address. How was I going to explain that I was no accessory to the crime? I had visions of a prosecu-

tion; of myself, if not going to jail, at least socially compromised. | There was no question of sleep now. if turned about and about upon my burning bed, at one moment a criminal. at another an outcast. I even had a beautiful serene mood when I saw myself going to the police station and offering myself up. I loathed myself fdr having been such a fool and left my hat behind. Several times I resolved In future to go to bed every night at half-past ten. But all this did not give me back my fatal h£t. Thus, at half-past five, completely exhausted. I got up. dressed, out of habit shaved thrusting away the idea of cutting my throat, I did not at all know what I wanted to do. I mainly wanted to

get out and think. 1 went out into the cool morning that was golden and radiant with summer. The streets were white and lovely, as they are at that hour. I walked through the pretty desert of Mayfair into the park, where for a while 1 sat on a bench. But I was too restless and after a while w-ent on, still through the parks. It was nearly a quarter to seven now; I realized with a shock that I was instinctively moving toward Guelf St., like a murderer drawn to the scene of his crime. When I reached the fatal comer, instinct seemed to guide me; though the light should have deceived my eyes. I knew Where Rhoda had gone. It was just there, thirty yards along, on the right, to a very tall black house faced with stone. There were a good many people about, and already children were playing in the gutters. Thus, without drawing attention. I went up to the house. It seemed ordinary enough; the curtains suggested a certain tidiness. Then I perceived a half-effaced brass plate upon the door where I read the words: “Mrs. Gold’s Nursing Home,” I was stupefied, 'for Mrs. Gold’s' Nursing Home is one of the most famous in all London, one of the most opulent. The idea, that a little shop girl from Elgin Avenue could receive a baby from such portals was absurd, unless she received it illegitimately. The conviction fastened upon me that my nightmares were correct, that kidnaping was the adventure in’w hich I had had a hand. I felt puzzled. How was it that Mrs. Gold's Nursing ' Home lay in Guelf Street? Then I remembered that the next turning on the left was Royal Place, which is the address of the home. I was standing before the I back door. Well, I had come so far; I had better face the' trouble. Perhaps it was too late to repair what I had done. So I mounted the steps, and with a trembling hand rang the bell. ‘ HI

Though it was so early, the door was opened by a parlormaid, already magnificent in ruched cap and frilled apron. Vaguely I noted the size and appalling ugliness of the furniture of the hall; the fame of Mrs. Gold’s Nursing Home extended back to the youth of Queen Victoria; it maintained its traditions. “Can I see Mrs. Gold?” I said. “Mrs. Gold?” s;Jd the parlormaid, in a tone of amazement. “Yes. It’s very important.” “You want to see Mrs. Gold, sir?” jrepeated the parlormaid, this time conveying that I wished to see the Empress of China. “I’m afraid that’s impossible, sir.” 4 But I tell you I must see hei It’s very important; it’s very urgent.” “I’m sorry, sir. But the chairman, I mean Mrs; Gold, can be seen •only every other Friday, between three and four. Perhaps you would like to see the matron, sir?” “Yes, yes. I’ll see anybody you like who’s in charge.” I was ushered into a snvtll room entirely filled with large tables, sideboards and armchairs, 1840 style, papered in 1840, expensively, and never repapered since. There I waited for an awful quarter of an hour, at the end of which a page, covered with buttons, took me to another room, where, behind V colossal desk, sat an equally colossal woman, upholstered in black slik, and hung -with the kind of gold chain that provincial mayors affect “What can I do for you?” said the lofty creature. “Well, you see . . “One moment. May I ask your name? I gave it, and began again, but was interrupted: “One moment. Your address, if you please. Thank you.” She joined her finger tips. “Well, what can I do for you?” I was silent for a moment; the dimensions of the scenery daunted me; besides, I don’t know how it. hapi pened, but the room felt cold; I had ' not experienced coolness anywhere for a week. How, in the midst of these stupendosities, in this temple of respectability. I was going to explain that the shrine had been violated lit the night, I really did not know. At last, forcing my palsied tongue, I told my story hurriedly and with complete incoherence, while the matron kept si pon me an observant, appraising pvp T’ ’ -“Id: “Me.nt.aJ

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the Supreme Court decides on the con stitutionality of the 1923 license law. Fire alarms are to be installed in South Bend schools. The board of education has asked Fire Chief Siebel to recommend suitable systems. The Fairmount Academy, a Friend’s school, near Marion has been sold to the Fairmount public school system for approximately $20,000. “Wholesale” burglars are operating near Kendalville. They backed a truck up to Samuel Hart’s home and drove away with furniture, bedding, dishes, sewing machine and a phonograph. Mayor Horne of Anderson ha# announced that public golf links are to be constructed on the Beacher farm, north of the city.

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