Indianapolis Times, Volume 35, Number 270, Indianapolis, Marion County, 25 March 1924 — Page 8

8

Miss /m ALIAS un dooocas grant + © Hi* H** bfftv/iCE IH<

BEGIN HERE TODAY Sallie Peck, employe of the Pair Deal Five & Ten. quarrels with her policeman sweetheart Michael Curtis That nijrht a storm comes up and Sadie volunteers to take down a washing left ' out by >ta Brennan with whom Sallie lives. As the girl starts down the yard a crash shakes the earth and something strikes her a blow on the head. When Sallie regains consciousness she finds herself in strange surroundings, handsomely furnished. She is waited upon by a maid named Therese and a nurse. Miss Tidmarsh. They call Sailie by the name of Alva Copeland. Madame Copeland, a tali, richly gowned woman, comes and calls Sallie her step-daughter She tells the girl she has been In a train wreck and that her life was saved by Cousin Wheeler. Sallie decides to solve the mystery. NOW GO ON WITH TIIK STORY m‘ HE nurse’s next words drove the thought from her mind, however, and almost destroyed her appetite. “We must not overdo it at first, you know, but I'm glad you are hungry, for Therese is coming to dress you. You are to sit up for a while and have a visitor: Isn’t i hat spit ndid?” She glanced meaningly toward the oink roses which had been placed in a vase on the bedstand and Sallie’s neart sank. “Am I?” she replied, without enthusiasm. It would perhaps be as well to get the interview over with and as she ate her spirits rose. When she had fortified herself with 'wo cups of tea and the squab was reduced to a mere heap of tiny bones, Miss Tidmarsh removed the tray and Therese took her place, with somehing pale blue and frothy with lace ascadin gover her arm and a pair >f silver brocade slippers dangling rom her hand. Could they be the other girl’s lotht, Sallie asked herself as she athed and permitted Therese to dress er. They were the slinky kind that ting any old way and the teagown as a dream; even the slippers fitted Ithough they looked unbelievably mall, and when, at the maid's 80citation. she seated herself before the ressing table to have her hair armged she was human enough to feel little thrill of pleasure at the picure that met her gaze. Only once was she off her guard, vhen Therese opened a drawer filled rith cosmetics and took out a small ir of rouge “Can that stuff!” she ex laimed. “I don’t ever ” INDIGESTION, GAS, STOMACHMISERY Chew a few Pleasant Tablets Instant Stomach Relief! The moment “Pape's Diapepsin” reaches the stomach all distress goes. Lumps of indigestion, gases, heartbum. sourness* fullness, flatulence, palpitation, vanish. Ease your stomach now! Correct digestion and acidity for a few cents. Druggists sell millions of packages.— Advertisement. A CLEAR COMPLEXION Ruddy Cheeks—Sparkling Eyes —Most Women Can Have Says Dr. Edwards, a Well-Known Ohio Physician Dr. F. M Edwards for 17 years treated •cores of women for liver and bowel ailments. During these years he gave to his patients a prescription made of a few well-known vegetable ingredients mixed with olive oil. naming them Dr. Edwards’ Olive Tablets. You will know them by their olive color. These tablets are wonder-workers on the liver and bowels, which cause a normal action, carrying off the waste and poisonous matter in one’s system. If you have a pale face, sallow look, dull eyes, pimples, coated tongue, head aches,"a listless, no-good feeling, all out of sorts, inactive bowels, you take one of Dr. Edwards’ Olive Tablets nightly for a time and note the pleasing results. Thousands of women and men take Ir Edwards’ Olive Tablets—the successful substitute for calomel—now and then just to keep them fit. 15c and 30c.—Advertisement

T EASES TIRED, SORE, SWOLLEN FEET Good-bye, sore feet, burning feet, swollen feet, sweaty feet, smelling feet, tired feet. Good-bye, corns, callouses, bunions and raw spots. No more shoe tightness. no more limping with pain or drawing up your face in agony. “Tiz” is magical, acts right off. “Tiz” draws out all the poisonous exudations which' puff up the feet. Use “Tiz” and forget your foot misery. Ah! how comfortablo your feet feel. Get a box of “Tiz” now at any drug or department store. Don’t suffer. Have good feet, glad feet, feet that never swell, never hurt, never get tired. A year’s foot comfort, guaranteed for a few cents. —Advertisement. BUILDS HEW W**AlflfsH ■*- W D *“ s * Um bixty-Sifbt Ton mt twM

“But you alway’s permit a little, Mees Alva!” Therese interrupted quicklq. “You are so pale, like one small ghost! Mademoiselle will recall how she protested In Paris when we added the touch of brightness to the hair, and yet behold the difference!” She cocked her head on one side in an attitude of admiration and Sallie sighingly submitted. The idea of insinuating that her hair wasn’t natural! Sallie gasped at the result when the makeup was applied. Why, she was almost pretty, but ii.Ma Brennan could see her, or Mike“One thing more_” Therese turned tc the vase and selected three roses from it. “These will add the touch of pink—” “No. they won’t,” Sallie interrupted firmly’ in her turn. “I’m not wearing Mr.—Mr. Sloat's flowers!” She recalled the last name engraved on the card and something in the man's tone warned her that sh eanticipated difficulty, hence it would be as well to refuse. But Therese had produced a pin and proceeded to fasten them at the 1 soft belt as though no opposition had > been offered. “It will please Monsieur," she re- | marked composedly, “and that will also please your mother, mademoi- j selie. Come now. They are waiting : in Madame’s sitting room.” She threw open the door and Sallie faced her. deliberately unfastening j A SLIM ELEGANT FIGURE IN THE SNAPPIEST CLOTHES. the roses and laying them on the dressing table. “I’m pleasing myself about this, Therese. Where did you say they were waiting?” The maid shrugged and led the way and Sallie followed, the assured click of her high heels and the swirl of the silken draperies giving her a feeling of confidence. In the hall she encountered a tall young footman with a tea-tray, and although he bowed quickly and stepped aside she noticed that he shot at her a glance of lively curiosity. She had no time to speculate on it. however, for Therese had thrown open a door at the end of the hall and announced: “Mees Alva, Madame.” The room wa r large,* but the wellspaced groups of mauve-upholstered chairs and divans and odd little tables gave it an air of cosiness which was enhanced by the warm glow of candlelfght, for the curtains had been drawn. A tiny fire was lighted, too, on the hearth, and Mrs. Copeland was seated before it in a deep chair. She moved slightly as though to rise and then sank back again, biting her lip. “Come in. Alva.” She tried to speak carelessly, but there was a strained edge to her tone. “Your Cousin Wheeler is here.” A slim, elegant figure in the snappiest of clothes had risen and stepped forward with both hands outstretched. Feeling very much as though she were in a play. Sallie moved slowly forward to meet him. “My dearest girl!" His voice had a flip quality that went with the smirk he had worn in the picture, but he wasn't smiling now. Underneath his effusiveness he was plainly ill at ease. “I am so glad that you tire better. I could scarcely wait to see you!” Sallie gave him one of her hands and replied coolly: “Thanks.” Her own nerve was strengthened by the momentary embarrassment of these two and she withdrew her hand and sailed on past him with her small nose in the air. “Alva, you were given Wheeler’s roses, weren’t you?” Mrs. Copeland spoke with a note of reproof. “Come and sit down, my dear.” “No, she shall sit here by me on the davenport!” Wheeler Sloar had recovered from his temporary rebuff and followed, hut Sallie took the chair which Mrs. Copeland had indicated. She knew that they wfere both looking at her appraisingly, and glancing up shqpcaught the quick flash of congratulation which passed between them. “Oh. yes, the roses!” Sallie turned and favored him with a slow little smile. “I’ve been told, too. that I’ve got you to thank for saving my life.” “Not at all! It was nothing—l mean, that any man —!” He paused, for Sallie gave a little gurgle of laughter. She was commencing to enjoy Cousin Wheeler. “I believe you!” She hoped he got her meaning. “You must have kept your wits about you pretty well in that wreck!” “Don’t let us talk about it!” Mrs. Copeland murmured. “The shock —! Come in, Fitch. Wheel the wagon over here, please.” Out of the tail of her eye Sallie saw the tall young footman enter with the tea-tray and proceed to arrange its contents cn a little wheeled table which he rolled across to Mrs. Copeland’s side. Then at a whispered word from her he withdrew, but not before he had glanced once more covertly in Sallie’s direction. “I received a letter from your sec-rotary today.” Mi-s. Cope iand announced as she busied hersc-lf with the tea-things “She will tie able to return very soon now and she is more than anxious to see'you.” So she had a grandmother, too! Sallie accepted the oup which Wheol-

-..y ■ r®? ||M 9AV fAATOP- I POkl’-r N WrT\lESf C.A.V MOWISN/ TALKS, |f KEAH-To B£ -Tos&iklc v 'l BITOT G5-rs-To^9\Lrri9 | a cam atvour goat;- _ o ? vmeio -w 1 nay , fl Birr DID VcO KklOVsl.-TUa'T if: "• MEUTIOkIET> !~ 9 o DoL'T vmek) voo ujasßi-r a //'p ' N dislocate voor mg _ BALE OF MOkIEV, OL' -ffWIKIC TO NVUkIK OF A j OiJCLE SAVA vUSTIV r* V)aV TO BEATTRoSE FFFz 1 "FIRST VJAL-TZ VdVTM I / \ NAY. LADS —TWELVE jpN 1 Yoi)t> WEALTH, BY AU J ( DRAT VT ALLA GOT VoG TAGGED UKECTp \ IL\UERYTAIJCE j*— 1

BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES—

A WELL, V/LLL- !>F _ WELL ,\F~\T P\ /f aJHAT'VE YOU BELN LOOKING FOR YOj?\ /OH GEE -BOB' ILL LOOK WHY THAIS f BUT AS LONG AS YOU’RE T]P\ C B tiNT LtTiLE ISN'T. WERE -j COIN' SINCE I WHEN CAN I fyjj |'M ATRA\D I’M An RA6HT 1 BOOKWb SO FAR IN AD~ \j. V BOOTSYI _ BOW CRAZY' I 3 SAW YOU LAW? HAVE ANOTHER MTFVI UP INTO MAY < * VANCE . MAKE IT SOME ‘ —— — |

r fcoME babeU ~ |i £§ i r [sice babe-D ° VER ) Ta l Wt (no-no- I SAY) 1 r-.ircLTV rM \\ CANT COAj< I ALL THESE / .. ?1 0> '(' \] p / HER OUT | ACCIDENTS ( THAT 1 -FRF CADGED \ IT TOOK ..T TsNO HOURS TO GET FRANK DRAKES" fa BLACK COLT OUT OF THE l OFFICE TODAY * VJ__.

MOM ’N POP—

y T - KVIV, W e.l jPf. T KNOW- 'l () RATHtR LATE FOR L ( I'VE BEEN WITH A,?' WHERE MAVEI ( BEEN OOT )l FmOW SEE HEReT I w;. ’ THEP' L L® JERW ™ E sl J (vou CRON.es TO BE S S UNCLE JERRY , VOU BEfcN J \ .TH j WHERE HAVE VOO JSL -/ SSf cn7e au J -P t ALL \ m Y Y V^ e "£/ . ..... J ’‘ ' "y —' j j | 1

er Sloat proffered and sipped her tea reflectively. They were slipping her some more information; surely they knew there was nothing wrong with her memory, especially after that crack to the nurse about her identity! **s had forgotten all about my grandmother.” The third cup of tea within an hour palled upon her and Sallie placed it on a small table near. “There seem to be a whole lot of things I don’t remember." "lou will when you are reminded of them Aiva,” Wheeler Sloat re-

OUR BOARDING HOUSE—By AHERN

THE OLD HOME TOWN—By STANLEY

marked smoothly. "It’s so many 1 years slnoe you have seen Grand-, mother that she can’t be | but a name to you now, hut I’ve been j with her a great deal, you know. She j is really remarkable for her age, isn’t she Aunt FHo?” “Quite,” Mrs. Copeland agreed, but somewhat dryly. “It is very sad that her ailment is incurable, but six months is the longest we may hope to have her wlili us, the specialists say; otherwise Alva would have remained ot her convent in Switzerland

THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES

until the summer. She is quite helpless, you know, my dear, but her mind is wonderfully active.” She had added the last remark to Sailie, but Sloat took it up with a laugh. t sc i and quite as determined as ever! You will probably find her rather a terrible person to get along with, Alva, but the only thing is to humor v\ all do, and treat her whims as 'bough they were law-s.” “Why?” asked Sallie, but inwardly her thoughts were racing. Could this

ALLRiGvrr. NOVW r—l I MELO T WHILE / I FEEL E>G J / SOCT WWIjT ( V MOLD TM’ GLAE>S A \ WO LOOKED AT GOUTS' -OM- U DONT FIT. iTS \ SO'S 1 Klm GEE ) TB' COAT ©OT f OM- L MELPED j) M'M XA/MUT DON’Tj mow Tm pants J j i wont mold it ] wm T 1 pick mfttm’ gooT. k' ,i. i i.^ TiRE MftlU QtTDET? SU'~f.

Nothing Like Being Particular

[ y ~ | -th*tttvs si>oa' n ) 'l tf'rLw our 1 ”) 1 ( WKATSt ViTTFQ, TWETvETBIED AMO and H C *TT,,., r \y s ; cantcma J 1 eer | U, A Accaatr- I )! NtXJR TELEPHONE, VMILUE ? ) P A y 7K BILL POP V I'V/B BEEN "TE7IN6 To )J \woulOMT PAY IT, AM 1 J \ CALL YOUR AkCTWEP 11 SO /viOUO 7W PA ONE \ y ’T'-l . I, |- K '

A Passing Incident

he the game? "Wheeler simply means that it is more kind to avoid argument and try to please her, .\lr.s. >. op -u.k. explained hastily and turned as the footman entered once more. “I did not ring, Fitch.” “No, madam. Mrs. Louis Delapierre is calling.” He spoke very carefully and distinctly and Sallie jumped. Where had she heard that name before? "I told you that I was at home to nc one!” Mrs. Copeland rose la an*

OUT OUR WAY—By WILLIAMS

FRECKLES AND IH>S FRIENDS—By BLOSSER

noyance. “However, I will see Mrs. [ Delapleirre in the smaller reception room, Fitch.” "Very good, madam.’ He bowed and vanished and she turned to Sally, i “Avery old friend of whom you have heard me speak, my dear, but I do not think you are quite strong enough yet to meet strangers, I shall not be long.” “Oh, Alva will stay and talk to me, Aunt Flo,” Sloat observed, adding | meaningly. “We *have a great deal I to aay to each ©the*’, you know."

TUESDAY, MARCH 25, 1924

—By MARTIN

- By TAYLOR

"Very well, but you must not tire her,” Mrs. Copeland paused for a moment uncertainly and then went out but Sallie was oblivious to her departure. She was searching in her memory for the vague impression which that name had brought and all at once it came back to her: Ma Brennan in that squeaky rocker at home with the newspaper w'hich bore the big black banner: "No Trace of Delapierre Diamonds. Police L<ook for Missing Maid —” (Continued In Cur Next Issue]