Indianapolis Times, Volume 37, Number 200, Indianapolis, Marion County, 22 December 1925 — Page 12

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Th? Love Dodger By VIRGINIA SWAIN

BEGIN HERB TODAY and pete a jdb on the Indianapolis Telegrapn in ordeh to see life. ANDREW McDERMOT is managing editor of the paper. __ _ After many cocci ting’ adventures. Barbara finds herself in hot water over a story she has written about the llngreria in the inaugmral wardrobe of the governor's ladv. McDERMOTT soothes the governor s wife and liarabra goes home to be called at 2 a. m. by 808 JEFFRIES, police reporter, who tells her she must go with him to cover a night club murder. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY I CHAPTER IX B OB’S ten minutes lengthened to twenty. Barbara had been J watching for him at the front window for some time when finally his lights rounded the corner at breakneck speed and drew up at the curb. "Are you sure you’re dressed warmly enough?’’ called Mrs. Hawley from the upper hall, as Barbara opened the front door. “Plenty, mother,” she replied, and rushed out to meet Bob, who was plunging up the steps. “Well, I’ll be darned,” said he. “If you aren’t ready! I said ten minutes, because I thought It would be a half hour."

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“That isn’t necessary with me,” said Barbara, with dignity. The streets of Indianapolis were quite black, except for a yellow globe of light from a street lamp here and there. Bleak houses With unllghted windows stood in rows on either side. The racer turned from one deserted street Into another. They passed not even a milk wagon. “Ugh!” shivered Barbara, “Looks like a city of the dead —feels Ilk* one, too.” “Speaking of the dead," answered Bob, “this is a nice mess down at Nellio Marie’s place. The woman plugged him, pretty as a peach. They say his head fell over on a wine glass, which cut a great gash across his face. But he was dead already, so he didn’t even bleed.” Barbara shivered slightly again, and shot a glance at him. ‘‘What did she kill him for?” “Because she loved him, she says.” Barbara was silent. “Followed him here from Chicago. Caught him at Nellie Marie’s, with another dame, and plugged him.”

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Hoosier Briefs

EHE Charleston Is barred at Muncle. “There’s no building here built to stand It,” said Police Chief Earl Randolph. Seymour city council plans to die in glory. At its last official meeting, It dissolved the mayor’s board of safety and -refused *to approve a bill of $1,250 for 1,000 feet of fire hose. Lebanon fire truck was wrecked when the steering wheel locked. Edward Casey, relief driver, said he was only going fifteen miles an hour. Tipton telephone exchange answered 12,000 calls in less than an hour when Jesse G. Porter, 37, prominent druggist, was found dead. Muncle had five fires in twentyseven minutes. Losses amounted to $3,000. Judge J. Fi*ank Charles of Marion was at a basketball game when a jury brought In a verdict. The bailiff likes the judge. He waited until after the game was over to notify him. Lebanon Parent Teachers’ Association has declared war on naughty literature on newstands. Mr. and Mrs. Bradley C. Southworth of Plymouth will keep open house Wednesday in honor of their fiftieth wedding anniversary. Lloyd Heller has resigned as the principal of the Bluffton Central school. Through the efforts of the Chamber of Commerce, the Chicago Paper Box Company will establish a plant at Warsaw. Thirty persons will hs, £mploye4

TtARBARA AND 808 ARE ASSIGNED TO ‘COVER' A -O SHOOTING AT A POPULAR NIGHT CLUB

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“What sort of a creature do you suppose she’ll be?” asked Barbara, Bob looked at her with a pitying air. “Well,” he drawled, “I never heard of murderers belonging to any distinct race of animal. She’ll be an ordinary human being. I guess.” Barbara caught the sarcasm In his voice. She fell silent. They were speeding now through the foreign quarter of Indianapolis. Groups of men stood about on the Btreet corners, talking quietly. “Murder always bring out a lot

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of these night hawks,” remarked Bob. "They like to stajnd around and gas about the murderers and hint at improvements they cculd make on his method.” “You see,” he continued, philosophically, “the trouble with the laws and the courts and the rest of society is that they don’t realize that murderers are just human beings. “I never cover a murder trial without thinking all the time while the judge sits up there so grave and the jury so smug, ‘But for the grace of

OUT OUR WAY—By WILLIAMS

luck, there goes any of you.’ There isn’t a man in the world, or maybe a woman, either, who wouldn’t kill under certain circumstances. If a fellow gets through life without meeting those circumstances, he ought to feel darn thankful—not virtuous.” “I don’t see that,” prottested Barbara. “It is so easy to live within the law, and keep a tight grip on your passions, that there Isn’t much excuse for murder. People let their emotions to get the upper hand, in-

stead of keeping their minds In control. That’s all.” Bob looked at her. “Well,” he said," “you’re talking like anew girl reporter now. You just don’t know what you’re tnlklng about.” The racing car stopped In front of an old brick, building a block long, which was divided into separate apartments by numerous wooden stairs descending directly to the sidewalk. Barbara hesitated a moment as Bob started for the steps. He paid no attention to her reluctance, but grasped her arm and ran. . The rickety wood of the staircase creaked and gave under their feet. A knock on the blackened door brought Instant response, Standing just Inside, when the door opened, was a broad-shouldered policeman. “Hello, Charley,” cried Bob, and brushed past him, dragging Barbara by one arm. The long narrow hall was bordered on the right side with a row of closed doors. Bob paused by one of them and shot an inquiring glance at the officer, who nodded In feply. Barbara followed Bob into the room. It was almost filled with tables and chairs, stacked upon each other. On a bench by the window lay something covered with a blanket. Barbara, turned her eyes away from it. Then she saw an alcove. Tn It sat a ■woman, with her back toward the door. She did not move as they entered. But the door behind them burst open again. Barbara turned in time to see a •arge woman In spangels swagger Into the room and up to Bob. Her face was caked with powder and rouge, and six-inch earrings dangled from her ears to her shoulders. She began to sw'ear at Bob, with a flow of'language that both horrified and fascinated Barbara. “You young cur,” screened the w'oman, all her spangles shaking. "Get out of here. You can’t butt into my place of business and snoop around, so’s to ruin my reputation by your dirty paper. Get out and get fast!” The policeman thrust his head in the door. "Pipe down, old lady,” he said. "We’ve got the goods on you this time. Best come along quietly."

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The woman turned, glaring at him; but she went out of the rooom without another word. The officer winked at Bob and beckoned to him. Barbara found herself alone in the room, with the blanket-covered body and the silent woman In the alcove. The stillness was unbearable. “Pardon me,” she said, advancing slowly toward the alcove. “I am Barbara Hawley of The Telegraph. Can you tell me some of the details of the murder? Did any one see her fire the shot?” The woman neither spoke nor moved. Barbara walked around in front of her and stopped. The woman was staring straight ahead, her hands clasped in her lap. Her face was pale and finely molded, and her hands were delicate. The woman went on staring at the wall, evidently unaware of Barbara’s presence. “Pardon me,” said Barbara again, “but what can you tell me about the murder?” The woman stirred and turned her eyes upward toward Barbara. They were dark eyes, heavily ringed with shadows. “What did you say?” she said to 'Barbara. Her voice was clear and well modulated. "I said, ‘Can you tell me about the murder?’ ’’ At the last word, the woman shrank slightly, and lowered her eyes to the stain on the wall at which she had ben staring. “There’s nothing to tell," she said, wearily. “I shot him. That’s all.” Barbara gasped. “You— ’’ she began and stopped. She looked more closely at the woman, and noted that her black dress was beautifully cut and a rich material, her hose were sheer and her slippers exquisite. A cloak of black fur lay on the floor beside her. Barbara looked at the door, through which the spangles had gone. Without warning, the woman wheeled about. “They’re trying to make me tell who I am and who my family are. But I’ll never do It, I’ll die first. It’s none of their business. He left me and I shot him. I loved him and it’s my affair.” Sho lapsed again into silence.

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Barbara was bewildered and embarrassed. She was searching for words that would not strike too cruelly upon the ears of the gentlewoman before her, when the door opened again and Bob came In. Barbara crossed the room, “Who was that awful woman in spangles?” she whispered. “That’s Nellie Marie,” answered Bob. “She’s run this place for years. Has a dance room behind this one and her record Includes about six murders In the place. But Nellie Marie always goes clear. Nobody could ever connect her with any of them. “This time, though, I think they-ve got the goods on her for liquor, at least. Hope the police will padlock the place for good. It’s a hell hole.” Then, nodding his head toward the alcove, Bob whispered. “Will she talk?” And when Barbara shook her head, he continued, “They’ve found letters In her bag. She’s the sister of Senator Blodgett, all right. It’s a great story. You pick up all the atmosphere you can and prepare to do a sob story on her. As soon as we have talked to the cops and looked around a bit, we’ll beat It back to the office.” The woman In the alcove was rising. She gathered her cloak up from the floor and with a stately gesture flung it around her shoulders. Her head was very high. “I heard what you said,” she cried. “And it IS a great story. It wllll ruin my brother and my motherJ But it can’t do anything to me. I’m done for, anyway, and I don’t care.” Then, more quietly, with a wistful look at Barbara, she added, “It’s life that did It. You’ll learn. It’s life, and you can’t beat life, no matter how- clever you think you are.” Barbara, met her eyes and turned toward the door. Bob followed her. Outside, the policeman offered to show them where the shot was fired. “You go with him, Bob,” said Barbara. “I’ll wait In the car. Eyed by a group of evil-looking men on the opposite sido of the street Barbara climbed into the racer. The words of the murderess were still In her ears—“ You’ll learn. You can’t beat life.” (To Be Continued)