Indianapolis Times, Volume 36, Number 45, Indianapolis, Marion County, 1 July 1924 — Page 8
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Weekly Book Review Get Acquainted With ‘Pierre Vinton, ’ a Superfluous Husband
By WALTER D. HICKMAN. M r ~~~ EET Pierre Vinton. He is just a superfluous U husband. Pierre had a wife, but he couldn’t hold her. He had money, loads of It. His wife had none and she would accept no alimony when the court cut the matrimonial chain into two pieces. Near the end of this journey in divorce Marcella. Pierre’s -wife, makes this remark: “Pierre,” she said, “there can’t be real divorce. There’s release, but there isn’t any such thing as divorce.” You wil> run across this remarkable deduction in Edward O. Venable’s “Pierre Vinton,” the adventures of a superfluous husband. “Pierre Vinton" is a Charles Scribner’s Sons publication. It was printed some time ago, but for some unknown reason too many people have not read this book. There is hardly a day that passes that someone does not ask me. “Tell me something good to read.” At times we disagree on what is “good.” Reading is an experience. I believe that we can Increase our intellectual and emotional natures by reading widely and carefully. I believe that the reader who has passed up “Pierre Vinton” has done so because his or her attention has not been directed in its direction. In the first place the title means nothing until you have read the book. The title seems dull, but I am telling you honestly that there isn't a dull, dead mental line in the entire book. Reading is just a mental excursion. Some of us probably will never see Paris. Travel is just an experience. Many people travel by the use of guides. I only hope that this department today will turn the attention of a large public in the di reetion of “Pierre Vinton.” If I. in any way, can increase the just circulation of this mental classic, I have done my little part in advancing worth-while modern literature. How Pierre Felt You get an idea of how Pierre felt when his wife divorced him by these few words: “What a vast difference there is between an empty teacup and an emptied teacup. To have no longer any place in the tray of things, to be a little soiled by use, and. with a little of the sweetness of the past in the depths of you, to belong only to the out-of-the-way. is as I see it, te be an emptied teacup. And I can think of nothing I so closely resemble at this hour.” Pierre is of the opinion that “incompatibility” was the cause of the domestic wreck. He remarks, “of course, we must be incompatible. The fact that we spent two years and a great deal of money getting rid of each other proves that. We could scarcely give further proof. I think, unless we committed murder.” Pierre admits that he believes that he was not tired of Marcella. “It is this fact alone that makes me say that my marriage was a failure," he glares. Also: “From the point of view of Marcella, who is satisfied with the divorce, the marriage should be called a tremendous success. It is only frori¥ my point of view that it can be called a failure." By traveling from acquaintance to acquaintance. Pierre attempted to find out the cause of his failure. Mrs. Malory was of tne opinion that the Vintons should have had a baby. The Reverend Bertrand Witherspoon, who married Pierre and Marc%ia. .had the idea that the couple possessed the qualities of discord and strife.
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Book List New books of fiction at Central Library include: “Tenth Woman,” by Mrs. H. T. (S.) Comstock “Inner Darkness,” by Mrs. E. D. Hesser. New technical and scientific books at Central include: “Mystery of Words," by R. H. Bell; “Nature in Downland,” by W. H. Hudson; “Cocoa and Chocolate Industry," by A. W. Knapp; “Continuous Current Circuits and Machinery,” by J. H. Morecroft; “Kingdom of the Heaven,” by Charles Nordmann; “New Geology,” by G. M. Price; "Nickel,” by F. B. H. White. New books of essays, poetry, drama art and literature in elude: “Indiana.” by I. S. Cobb; “Taking the Literary Pulse.” by Joseph Collins: “Soul of the City,” by Garland Greever, comp.; ‘Religious Dramas,” by Federal Council of the Churches of Christ in America; "Fiction Writers on Fiction Writing," by A. S. Hoffman; “On Making and Collecting Etchings." by E. H. Hubbard; “Key to the Spanish Language." by Luis Lara y Pardo: “Three Comedies," by L. E. Shipman. New books on economics, sociology, philosophy, religion and psychology include: “Winning of the Far East,” by S. L. Gulick: “Living Universe.” by L. P. Jacks; “Lost Radiance of tjie Christian Religion,” by L. P. Jacks; "Ways to Peace,” by E. E. Lope; “Ku-Klux Klan,” by J. M. Mecklln.
and Who consents to live in my house because it costs him nothing, as he told me himself once when he detected. I suppose, that I was growing vain of his preference. Yet, such as he is, he appeals to my perverted philanthropy.” To keep Courtiand in the house and away from booze, Pierre was compelled to swipe Courtland's trousers and keep others away from him. There are many other delicious natural characters in this book. The situations are smart. Mental smartness in the end even triumphs over the divorce court. What is marriage? Is it just a mental pil-' grimage spiced up by sex. food, clothes, bills, quarrels, love and the like? If there is a real marriage it is more mental than physical. There is no "divorce” in such a marriage. There might be release, a vacation, but no divorce. Be sure and read "Pierre Vinton.” It is a sparkling mental cocktail. I am going to read it again.
Hoosier Briefs • x r O use crying over spilt milk,” observed Henry —— Schlotzhauer. Greensburg dairyman, when a train struck his truck loaded with cream cans. He was unhurt. • Kokomo police are holding an 11-year-old prodigy. Despite his short legs, he has a mania for stealing flivvers for joy rides. He admitted three thefts to Judge John Marshall. Edward Perschbacfter and Mrs. Mildred Toung filed suits lor divorce | at Rochester from their respective | mates. They are brother and sister, j ti [rplOO many bad words,” was j I the reason Mrs. Helen E. L I Word gave a Marion court for asking for a divorce from her husband. George. E. E. Gwinn wasn't particularly worried when he returned to his home at Peru to and his wife gone, but when he noticed the furniture was gone, too. he set out for Logansport, where she was reported to be. Decatur police didn’t have to relyon finger prints for clews in the robbery of M. E. Hower. Lads who I robbed the store were barefoot and it was muddy outside. fl jr-p 1 HERE’S been a big blow ! £ I out out here.” came a l . J horrified voice over the phone at Kokomo police headquarters at 11 p. m. A motorcycleman and a flivver load of police started for the scene. They found Carl Aikman and two other young men had met with the misfortune to blow a tire. % Motor Policeman Sudurkowski of Whiting, Ind., had visions of a fat reward when he started pursuit after an automobile containing a taby, in answer to the screams of the mother, who had shouted the child was being kidnapped. He found that_the child had climbed into the car on his own Invitation and the driver did not know he was there.
Ministers of Kosciuska County have formed a county ministerial | association with a membership of fifty. Award Paving Contracts Board of works today accepted the Marion County Construction Company’s bid of $9,065.41 for the paving of Hamilton Ave. from 'South- | eastern Ave. to English Ave. with : asphalt. Abel Brothers was awarded | the contract for paving the alley east |of Beville Ave. from the first alley north of St. Clair to Tenth Sts. with course concrete. Bid was $3,265.48. Columbia Construction Company was awarded the bid for paving with course concrete the aljey east of Meridian St. from Thirty-Sixth St. to Thirty-Seventh St. Bid was sl,316.05. Model House Hours The model house at 5133 N. Capitol Ave. will be kept open from 10 a. m. to 9 p. m. each day this month. The exposition is being conducted by the Indianapolis Home Builders’ Association. Mrs. Wilbur V. Woollen is hostess. Furnishings and equipment were supplied by L. S. Ayres & Cos.
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BEGIN HERE TODAY John Ainsley, a man of rdueation and breeding. whose war wounds left him unfit for manual labor, pawns an ivory miniature of his mother in order to pay his landlady and to buy food. A prosperous-looking bootleg-* .Ter and all-round crook, takes Amsley to his home and attempts to enlist him as an accomplice. Insulted. Ainsley leaves the room. Ainsley is disgusted at the sight of a pretty young girl in the company of a gross-looking man in a restaurant. J-ater lie sees the prosperouslooking crook join the man and the girl at their table. Ainsley finally recognizes the gross man as Paragon, a famous jeweler and roue. Paragon draws out a little cardboard box and hands it to the girl. VOW (-0 ON WITH THE STORY mSAW my acquaintance reach for the box; though I could not see his face, I knew that his eyes were shining with illsuppressed desire. And then, as I saw his right hand drop into the pocket of his coat, I knew /What he planned to do. even before I caught a glimpse of the white object that 'ne drew from the pocket. He planned to substitute one box for the other. I smiled with amusement. Also I appreciated his cunning. Unquestion ably he had made purchases from Daragon. Probably he had let the jeweler understand that the purchases were gifts for his sweetheart. Then he had permitted Daragon to meet bis lady. The lady had smiled upon the jeweler. Daragon had seen an opportunity to combine business with pleasure, the sort of pleasure that appealed to him. And it was not unusual that, in trying to close a bargain, he should bring a jewel from his store. And the girl had been waiting for him alone; her seductions were to lull Daragon’s suspicions, if any might be aroused. I saw' my friend's head shake in negation. Argument, presumably over the price of the trinket, seemed to arise. The girl pleaded with her lover. Oh, it was all well staged • * * Then, decisively,. rny crook shook his head. He pushed the box across the table, as though the incident were closed. Daragon argued a few minutes, seemed to make conces-
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sions which were not accepted, then slowly wrapped up the box and tied the string around it. He placed it in his waistcoat pocket. T wondered how they planned to get it away from him, to substitute the box which, underneath the table, the crook held in his right hand. Then I saw. My friend the Crook turned in his seat and pointed toward the door. Daragon looked in that direction. The girl s hand shot out; deftly it flicked from his pocket the box which he had just placed there. No one but myself was plaCed so that the action could have been seen. I waited for the next move, which must be the substitution of the other box. But although the crook handed the girl the other box. Daragon’s attention was not held by the incident near the door, which was nothing more than an altercation between two guests of the restaurant, an altercation arranged, I suspected, for the sole purpose of affording tihne and opportunity for the robbery of the jeweler. He began to argue with the Crook. His hand reached for his W’aistcoat pocket, to produce the jewel. But the girl had not had time to effect the substitution. She went dead white as Daragon leaped to his feet, overturning his chair as he did so. For his suspicions, never more than slumbering, I imagined, awoke to full activity. Then, before he could attract the attention of the head waiter and the manager, I rose from my chair and walked swiftly {o their table. I had no particular sympathy for the giri and her crook companion. But I had even less for Daragon. For while 1 watched him. I remembered some of the unpleasant tales that had been current about him in the years before the war. The girl was a thief, but Daragon was a filthy beast. I gained their table in three strides. “You dropped something on the floor,’’ I said. I spoke to Daragon, but looked squarely at the giri. If she had the quick wit of her kind, I could save her.
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She had it; as I bent over, groping beneath the table, herMiand touched mine and slipped into it a box. In her excitement her shaking fingers relaxed' their grip of the second box. I got that, too, and would have been at a loss how to proceed, but for the fact that, leaning over until her face was close to mine, she whispered frantically: “The first one, the first one.” I slipped the second box swiftly my pocket, arose and handed Daragon the first one. He took it from me and immediately untied and opened it. He sighed with relief. “Much obliged,” he said. “For a minute I thought—damn it, I didn’t think! I know that I put that box in my pocket, and it couldn't have fallen out.”
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I NODDED FAREWELL TO HIM, “I picked it from the floor,” I reminded him. “It didn't fall there,” insisted the jeweler. “Then how did it get there?” demanded the crook. "I don’t, know,” said Daragon. “If I did, I’d call the police.” “What do you mean?" demanded the crook. “I don't mean anything; I don’t have to mean anything, do I? But that box didn’t walk out of my pocket,” snarled the jeweler. “Are you insinuating—” began the crook. Daragon interrupted him. “When a fifty-thousand-dollar diamond ring leaves my pocket. I can insinuate all I damn please. If you don’t like it. lump it. I was a fool to bring it down here anyway. My store is the place for me to do business.”
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“Better be careful,” warned the crook. "Don't worry about me. You said you’d give me forty thousand; you said you'd bring the cash here. I said I wanted fifty.” “Well, what about it?” demande-d my host of the earlier evening. “This much about it,” cried Daragon. “I get suspicious, and you get sore. Well, if I'm wrong. I'll apologize. Produce forty thousand in cash, and I'll give you the ring. You’ll prove your good faith, and I’ll prove my regret." He waited a minute. I thought, considering the vast amount of cash that the other man had shown me earlier in the evening, that he might be able to produce forty thousand. But if he could, he evidently did not choose to do so. "I guess that will hold you," sneered Daragon. “If I didn't hate scandal, I'd call the police.” He turned on his heel, gave me a grudging nod of thanks and walked out of the restaurant. I stood a moment smiling at the crook. "You certainly do need me,” I laughed. Then, though having recognized me, he would have detained me, I walked over to my table. What did I, who was about to die, have In common with such a per son? The thanks of himself, or of his pretty feminine companion, would not do me any good. I paid my waiter and walked to the check room. I will confess that I was slightly emha' -nssed at my inability to tip the oat boy. But I need not have been, for Daragon, just donning his overcoat, saw me and seemed to regret his lack of courtesy. He handed the coat boy ah extra coin. “Let me do that much,” he said, "■—even though you did me a shabby turn.” I stared at him. “What do you mean?” I asked. We were at the tdoak room entrance now. Daragon jerked a fat thumb toward the dining room. “Don't you think I had that crook’s number? It was the girl I wanted. I guessed their game, and
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played the come-on simply to get her where I wanted her.” “And where was that?" I asked. He grinned. 'She’s stuck on him. But I figured that if I caught them with the goods, she'd forget how j stuck she was on him if I didn’t prosecute. Get me?” “I do,” said I coldly. “I suppose she dropped it, and you ! saw it fall. If you hadn't stepped in, j I'd have had them dead to rights. Oh, well, a man can't get everything he thinks he wants.” • • • A sense of the monstrous injustice of life came to me. That injustice could be remedied by money. For instance, that jewel in Daragon's pocket could be turned into thousands of dollars. Even I, a gentleman, had heard, in recent months of poverty, of “fences,” those men who buy the loot of thieves: I even knew where one or two of them resided. The skirts of poverty brush the feet of criminality. I was about to die, because I had neither productive nor constructive brains. But perhaps J had the third kind, a destructive brain. If my furcollared friend could make a success of crime, despite the paucity of Imagination which his clumsy scheme for robbing Daragon had disclosed, what a tremendous success I could achieve! Honor? Adherence to it led me to the gutter, was about to lead me to the river! Daragon stepped aside to let me precede him through the restaurant door, I exercised the only talent that I had, sleight-of-hand. I substituted the second box, which the girl had given me, for the one that lay in Daragon's pocket. I nodded farewell to him —to more than him; to all the past that lay behind me. And I kissed my hand to the future. I was nothing within the law: I would be the greatest living figure outside the law. I would make the supercriminal something more than the figment of a policeman’s imagination. I would bring to my new profession the brain of a
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gentleman, certainly fitted to copo with the intellect of a detective. I would bring to my new art the culture of an aristocrat. I would raise it from the sordid level to which such people as my fur-collared friend repressed It. I smiled cheerfully as I set out to dispose of the diamond ring gained by my legerdemain. (Begining In Our Next Issue: “THE CLUB OF ONE-EYED MEN.") INSURANCE COMEsThIGH Now Sentenced for Driving Auto Into Train. By Times Special ANDERSON. Ind., July I.— Harry Beck, 29, admitted to his Insurance company that he deliberately ran bis auto Into a Big Four train to get insurance. He was under sentence today, two to twenty-one years, fined $25 disenfranchised for three years. Shireinan Is on Job Fred B. Shireman, former manager of the Severin, assumed management of the Indianapolis Athletic Club today. He succeeds Matth*w Szabady. J. B. Gordon, purchasing agent for the Severin, will succeed Shireman as hotel manager.
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