Indianapolis Times, Volume 37, Number 198, Indianapolis, Marion County, 19 December 1925 — Page 10

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Th? Love Dodger. \ By VIRGINIA SWAIN

■ BEGIN HERETODAY . ■ W'tth Al ]^r J^aan.c? A BRUGfe ratYNOLDS. n when he opposes herplaa to get a job I on the Indianapolis Telesrrapii and see f life. 1 ANDREW MeDERMOnCT. managing editor of the paper and a dose friend of her father, before his death, gives her a job as a reporter. Barbara makes friends with 808 JEFFRIES, rough and ready police reporter, who Is a great help to her In getting a start on the Pa SSbXEI NIEOLAXOFT. world famous pianist, makes love to Barttara when she interviews him iri* his' hotel suite. He laughs at her loumalistla ambitions and says "Women ware not made for work. You cam t beat life. She gets bank to the office too late to write the interview. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER VII Barbara that the clock must i___J have made some Insane leap around the circle. When she entered Nlkolakoff’s apartment. It had been only ten o’clock. It was now six minutes after twelve. No feature copy would be accepted after noon. She cast a frightened glance at Wells. He was burled under a pile of last-minute manuscript, from which he emerged now and again to give a, command. He did not look at her. Someone made his way to Barbara. She looked 1 up to see the smiling face of Bob Jeffries. "Any copy to write? - ’ he asked. Barbara shook her head. "Come on to lunch, then.” he replied. She hesitated a moment. "Hadn't I better tell Mr. Wells I didn’t get my* story?” she inquired, puckering her brows at the painful confession. "Nope,” said Bob. “If you tackle him now, he’ll snap your head off. Better keep the post-mortem till

Today’s Cross-Word Puzzle

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after lunch, when he Isn’t so busy. And thank your lucky stars he hasn’t tasked you about it.” Barbara looked again at Wells’ tense face and at the pile of copy In his hands. • “I don’t believe I have the nerve to confess to him < right now,’’ she said . “Let’s go.” Over the bare wooden table In a little barbecue shop around the corner, Barbara told the Sad story, omitting only the episode of the kiss, dwelling upon the beauty of music and the power of Nikolakoff’S personality. Bob nodded his shaggy head sagely, meanwhile pouring a flood of red barbecue sauce over the meat on his plate. “Yeah, that’s the way with those birds,” he remarked, as If from great heights. “They never know when to ring off. But part of your job is to break away in time, without offending their precious feelings. There’s always a way to do It. “If I were you, Miss Hawley—aw, say, I’m going to call you Barbara— I’d not say a word to old Wells about It. He may forget he ever sent you after the story.” “I doubt it,” replied Barbara. When they returned to the Telegraph office, Wells called her to the desk. He was frowning. “What happened to Nikolakoff?’’ he asked curtly. Tt was apparent thafc nothing'but the‘whole truth would do. “I got the interview,' - she said, “but he Insisted upon playing for me—a lot of things he doesn't do for the public. And when I got away from the hotel, I ran all the way, but it was past the deadline. I haven’t

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Hoosier Briefs

0E wa found dying In the lobby of the Union Savings and Trust Company at Bluffton by Cashier F. J. Tangeinan. Blood from a bullet wound stained the floor. Entrance had l>een gained to the bank through a transom. “He” was a pigeon. Ernest C. Burch of Rockford shot a chicken hawk that measured thir-ty-six inches from tip to tip. Seymour points with pride to L. Duane Wallick, former resident. Wallick, manager of the BiltmoreHotel at Providence, R. 1., Is raising chickens on the? hotel roof. The chickens are feathered. George Weddell of Medora was kicked by a ■ black mule. His leg was broken. Mad dog created a panic at Omega. | The dog escaped. Anew $200,000 church will be j built at La Porte. Raymond Woodward is the chief of the' newly organized fire department at Lapel. The town recently installed anew water works system.

TtARBARA LEARNS THAT A NEWS STORY MUST BE PRINTED IMMEDIATELY OR IT IS VALUELESS

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any other excuse.” The city editor looked # at her, disguest written large upon his face. “Os course,” he drawled, “getting copy into the paper is a part of your job. I didn’t send you out to enjoy a recital but to bring back a story.” “You might use it tomorrow.” volunteered Barbara, quaking at her own temerity. “Tomorrow!” The city editor gave up the attempt to express his contempt. Then, as if exhausted by Barbara’s

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stupidity, he began* to speak very slowly and patiently, as If to a little child. “In this game, Miss Hawley, there Is no tomorrow. The world ends at 12 o’clock each day. Copy held over Is copy not worth printing. There Is no commodity that spoils so fast as news. Miss Hawley. Try to remember that. “A story that Is worth half a column today Is not -worth half ,an inch tomorrow. To be specific, NikiUpkoff gives his concert tonight, and leaves town at midnight. Tomorrow

v OUT OUR WAY—By WILLIAMS

lie will be as if he never had been, so far as Indianapolis Is concerned. Nobody will be interested In him or liis views, once his coat tails have fluttered out of town. Don’t ever say ‘tomorrow’ to me again.” He turned away from her, and Barbara knew that was nothing let for her to say. She turned away from the desk and found McDermott confrc-nti.ig her. It was the first time that she had seen him for more than a flying glimpse, since she entered the Tele-

graph office. He smiled urbanely. She could'not guess how much he had heard of the conversation just ended. “Good work on the West Plains wreck. Miss Hawley,” came his smooth voice. “Your littje heartthrob sidelights showed a nice sense of new value. Hope you’ll keep It up.” BArbara thanked hint, a little chokily. Then she bolted. She rused out of the office into Illinois St. She wanted to get away, far away, to try to forget that she had ever entered this strange, brutal world in which she found herself, where sickening humiliation followed closely on the heels of triumph, and laurels snatched one minute were torn away the next. Suddenly, sne thought of Bruce. She did not want to think of him. but the thought would not be shut out. Just thlree days had passed since that last Interview In the living room at home. Tt seemed to Earbara that years must hWe elapsed since then; that she must have grown centuries older. How Bruce would laugh if he could see her now, disheartened, humiliated! She wandered ir.to a department store, and strolled through the aisle?, looking absently at various wares, as she passed. A woman in sables was standing before the jewelry counter, examining a necklace. Her face struck Barbara as vaguely familiar. Out of idle curiosity she stopped at a little distance down the counter to watch the purchase. Then sl\e heard the clerk speak to the customer. “Jade is better than coral this season. Mrs. Hamilton." There was deference in her tone. Two other saleswomen hung about., to watch the woman at the- counter. ’ Then, in one of her flashes of memory. Barbara identified the face. She had seen it beside that of the new governor, looking out of the pages of her own paper the day before. The jewelry customer was the new governor’s lady. "What fun," thought Barbara, “to watch her buy necklaces!” She looked with interest at every detail of the woman's cujjtome. Then a sentence of Wells’ oc-

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curred to her. “Write what you would read. If you were on the out side.” he had said. When the jade necklace had been wrapped up and the change delivered, Mrs. Ezra Hamilton moved away, followed by an unobtrusive young person in tailored navy blue. Nobody observing' would have guessed that any connection lay between the lady in sables and the girl in serge. For that matter, neither would the lady in sables. * • • i jrp | HE first lady prefers white | I to colored lingerie. L. J “Her purchases in the underwear departments yesterday afternoon adhered firmly to the conservative color note, in spite 9 f the attempts of saleswomen to press upon her the latest in apple green combination suits, and orchid chemises. “The climax was reached when a saleswoman advanced upon the governor’s wife with a robe de nuit in apricot crepe de chine, lavishly trimmed with black chiffon frills. “ ’My goodness.’ said Mrs. Hamilton, ‘l’d fee! like the bpd-room scene from “Camille” If T wore that.’ "Whereupon she picked up her.parcels of white unmentionables and de parted for the glove department.” There It was. right in the middle of page one, under a three-column cut of the governor’s wife and a staring black headline, which read, ‘No Peach-Colored Nighties for Me.' Says Governor’s Lady.” Brit that was not half of It. The story began with a few lines about the feat accomplished by the Indianapolls Telegraph in getting at first hand this detailed story of the Inaugural wardrobe of the new governor’s wife. There followed a favorable comment upon the taste of the enviable woman, an epic on her choice of furs, some remarks on shoes und gloves, and a lyric on her lingerie. Barbara settled back in the creaking swivel chair. Her hand lay caressingly upon the smiling picture of the governor’s lady. The city editor came by, on his way to the composing room, and caught the pose. He made as if to

OUR BOiVRDINO HOUSE—By AHERN

SATURDAY, DEC.'IO, 1925

rpeak, thought bettor of it, and wont on, smiling. “Congrats. Barbara Hawley!” saM somebody close by her oar. Bob Jetfries agftln. “You've made a splash this time, all right. t Guess that about makes up for Nikola-what’s his-name, doesn't It?” "Guess so," said Barbara happily, "It got good position, didn’t it?” "Best in the world," said Boh. "Sort of stuff that means circulation, too. People rave on about yellow journalism, but gad, how they est It up! And women make the best yellow journalists In the world, you know.” He looked at Barbara, expecting a sharp retort. But he was disappointed. “Surely they do.” she aaJd. “because they have a nose for gossip and a flair for picturesque Impropriety. The talk that passes over the back fences in our street would keep any paper supplied with spicy new? for weeks.” A telephone 'call took Bob away and left Barbara to her pleasant mediations. She picked lip the paper again and gazed upon her story. Then, condescendingly, she opened the paper and began to read some of the copy of other writers. She was beginning to fee! the warm affection for the Telegraph that young reporters develop, with their first "heat.” ' Having read the news column rather thoroughly, Barbara glanced at some of the advertisements. Fven for these she felt a personal iifTection. A two-column box at the head of a column on the real estate png* caught her eye. "Manners, Stone >Vai Reynolds/’ It read. And underneath, “Realtors.” This, with the telephone nttmbec and a suite Dumber in the Guaranty Bldg., was all. The name “Reynolds” gave Barbara a start. There was nothing to show whether It was Bruce Reynolds. Her thoughts were Interrupted. Adeline had left tlTfl switchboard to speak to hr. "Somebody wants to talk to you. Miss Hawley,” she said, nonchalantly. “Says her name's Mrs. Ezri* Hamilton.” (To Be Continued)