Indianapolis Times, Volume 37, Number 199, Indianapolis, Marion County, 21 December 1925 — Page 12

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Th? Love Dodger By VIRGINIA SWAIN

BEGIN HERE TODAY BARBARA HAWLEY 25. break* with her finance, BRUCE RLYNOIDS, and gets a Job on the Indianapolis Teiesraph. tn order to see life. ANDREW McDERMOTTis managing editor and 808 JEFFRIES is police reporter on the paper. ALEXEI NIKOLAXCFF. world famous pianist, makes love to Barbara, when she nterviews him in his hotel •uite. He laughs at her journalistic ambitions and tells her “Women are f>i made for work. You can’t beat ’e." Barbara writes a story about the augural wardrobe of Mrs. Ezra amilton. the governor's wife, giving details of the lingerie. Mrs. Hamilton c *novP'go on with the story

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CHAPTER VII. SHE name “Hamilton” brought Barbara to her feet. She stared wildly about her. Bob, her father confessor and counsellor In distress, was nowhere in sight. Barbara looked wt Wells. What would he do in a pinch—stand by his reporter, or conciliate a patron? There was no help for it. Barbara thought of McDermontt’s stanch-

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ness, and clung to the thought, as she made her way to the telephone. It was disconcertingly near the desk of the society editor. “Is this Miss Barbara Hawley?” came the voice at the other end of the wire, a voice like frozen cream. Barbara admitted the charge. “Have you any explanation to offer of the disgraceful article in tonight’s Telegraph?” Barbara fought for time. “Which disgraceful article?” she asked, and knew that she had made a tactical

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error. “Don't be impertinent,’’ snapped the voice, becoming less like frozen cream, and more like a string of baby firecrackers. Barbara saw the head of Miss Badger rise with a jerk. She had caught the word “disgraceful.” The sight of that head strengthened Barbara’s nerve. She replied more bravely. “If you are referring to my story on your wardrobe, Mrs. Hamilton, I have no explanation other than that It tells the truth

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and it is interesting to the public.” A rustling of papers behind her told Barbara that Miss Badger was feverishly hunting for the “disgraceful” story. “Indeed!” cried Mrs. Hamilton, “I shall be down at once to see your employer. You may wait until I get there.” The receiver hanged. "Well,” thought Barbara, ns she turned away from the telephone, “I'm In for it this time.”

The situation was distinctly uncomfortable. She must warn Wells of the impending visit of state. She found him in a more sunny mood than usual. It was that blessedly relaxed time of day when even newspaper men sit back and contemplate the universe, pipe in mouth and feet on desk. “Mrs. Hamilton?" he drawled. "That's so, we did run a story about her today, I think.” He smiled and looked at Barbara from between half-closed lids. Barbara smiled, too. But it was a wry smile. “She didn’t like the story,” said she. “And she s coming right down to see you about it. And she wants to see me, too.’ The man looked at her. “Well,” he drawled, shaking the ashes from his pipe and letting his feet down from the desk with a thump, “we've had worse than governors’ wives in this office. Though I doubt whether we’ve had any worse trouble-makers than this lady Is liable to be.” Barbara’s mouth drooped lower than ever. Suddenly Wells smiled. “Stand by. Miss Hawley.” he said, “we won't give up the ship yet. I’m official welcoming committee for bootleggers, crook politicians and annoyed governors’ wives.” Fifteen minutes later Mrs. Ezra Hamilton swept In. She looked around for someone who might he Barbara before she swished her sables through the little swinging gate. Barbara was not there to be impressed. She was out in the restroom. standing before the wavy mirror and dabbing handfulls of cold cream into a very grimy face. When she left the restroom it was with a velvet skin and peachy bloom that would have given battle to the president's wife herself, if need had been. Mrs. Ezra Hamilton was standing beside the city desk, talking volubly, and using her ringed hands to emphasize each sentence. Barbara assumed her best professional manner—a manner demure but firm. She marched straight up to the enraged lady. “I am Barbara Hawley,” she said coolly. "You wish to see me?”

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Mrs. Hamilton stared at the girl, with her smooth skin, her child-like gray eyes and her unmistabable air of assurance. But she was not to be deterred. “How dare you follow me?” she cried. “Is there no privacy left the public nowadays?" "Those who seek public place often pay for it with their privacy,” said Barbara, conscious—with that absurd schoolteacher mind of hers—that there were too many ‘p’s’ In the sentence. “But the scandalous language of the piece!” cried the governor’s lady again. “I was never so mortified In my whole life.” Here, Barbara knew, there was legitimate cause for complaint. if not in her story at least in the headline which the copyreader had written for it. But she knew that an admission would be fatal. “I fail to see anything scandalous about the use of terms that are used in the advertising columns every day,” she said. “In fact,” with a flash of humor, “I should think you’d appreciate that ’robe de nuit’ phrase. They cost more than mere nightgowns.” Her Impudence surprised Wells, but not more than It surprised Barbara. Mrs. Hamilton was gasping. Wells Interposed. “The managing editor, Mr. McDermott, asked me to show you into his office when you arrived,” he said. “He is really the person In authority here and can give you greater satisfaction.” Wells looked at Barbar’s calm profile. His eyes expressed a mixture of anxiety and admiration. Then to the governor’s wife, “Just come this way.” When he came back he said to Barbara, “No use in riling her any farther. Miss Hawley. Though I don’t blame you much. These squawking women get my goat.” Barbara was exceedingly uncomfortable. yhe crossed the room, took down the file of the Telegraph and settled herself to reading It, in a vain attempt to divert her mind from the angry lady in McDermott’s office. After many minutes McDermott’s door opened. Mrs. Ezra Hamilton Issued from It. She was putting on her gloves—the very gloves.

OUR BOARDTNG HOUSE—By AHERN

MONDAY, DEC. 21, 1925

McDermott stood in the door behind her. He was smiling his most charming smile, the one with the little whimsical curl at the corner of his lips. Mrs. Hamilton was chattering to him as though he were a long lost friend. The last amenities performed, Mrs. Hamilton again advanced upon the city desk. Wells brought his feet to the floor with a heavy thud, and rose to meet her. “Oh, Mr. Wells," said the lady, in the voice like frozen cream, "it was a disgraceful thing to do, you know. Really, my husband should sue the Telegraph. "But,” and her voice almost congealed with sweetness, “since yon have done it—will you see that I get five dozen copies of the paper, and send the bill to me?” • • • It had been a heavy day. Barbara was so tired that she let her clothes lie on the floor where they dropped and crawled Into bod. Eight hours lay ahead before the turmoil would start again—eight blissful hours of unconsciousness But she liked to betlred out when She went to bed. It kept her from lying awake to think about Bruce. It seemed only a moment later that she was startled from sleep by the long and violent ringing of the telephone boll. She turned on the night light by her bed and glanced at her clock. It was two o'clock. She seized a ldmona and ran to the telephone. Bob Jeffries’ voice came over the wire. "Terribly sorry, Barbara, old girl. But it’s McDermott’s orders. “There's a wpman that’s shot a man down at Nellie Marie’s night club. They say the killer tn the sister of a man high in national politics. Shot him over some kind of triangle mixup. “McDermott’s going to put out an extra, and I'm to come by for you in ten minutes, so you can cover up on the sob side of it, while I do the straight police story.” He did not ask her whether she could make it. "AH right," replied Barl>ara, and hung up. (To Be Continued)