Indianapolis Times, Volume 37, Number 204, Indianapolis, Marion County, 26 December 1925 — Page 8

Th? Love Podger By VIRGINIA SWAIN

?Lfur BRUIN HKKK TOI) \\ dSMMLRBAKA HAWLEY. \>. btvnkt- wit': mUB-aacc, BRI.’CK HKYN(it,!l> :uul sis on tile Indianapolis Tchigraph. in ■ir to see life. ANDREW M.-DKR-the managing editor, is a former of her father makes friends with HOI! ,!EK faHnilES, polloe reporter, and with SIN A D SIJLLIVAN. a free lance press sober. Barbara get? a letter signed “Violetta' ian the lovelorn mail. a.sking how to ata young' man sod al I y superior to ■hte writer. ■ Shi bad Sullivan asks Barbara to a ■ newspaper dinner at the Eight house Inn. W NOW OO ON WITH THE STORY I CHAPTER AIDSHE yellow taffeta dress lay on the bed. Mrs. Hawley was powdering- Barbara's shoulders, while Barbara wielded the nail buffer, when Bob’s raucous horn sounded out in front, followed shortly by steps on the porch. ‘‘Will you tell ’em I’ll be there in I just a minute?” gasped Barbara from the folds of the yellow dress, kvhich she was slipping over her jiead. I Sihbad and Bob were draped about

Today’s Cross-Word Puzzle

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the newel when Barbara descended the steps. “You look like a daffy-down-dilly, Babs,” shouted Bob. “You look like a princess of the blood royal. Miss Hawley,” amended Sinbad. with dignity. He was spotlessly groomed and extremely solemn. Barbara, ran down the front steps with a cavalier on either arm. She found Miss Badger sitting stiffly in the center of the racer’s one seat. “Good evening. Miss Hawley.” From ihe tone no one would have suspected that the two women worked side by side every day. “Pile in," cried Bob, and proceeded to direct the loading. It ended with Barbara and Miss Haw'ey squeezed in side by side and Sinbad on the running board. Flurries of snow began \to fall as they race dalong the National Road. Barbara drew her coat closer about her throat, and glanced with delight at the watery moon that peered out now and then between ragged clouds. They drew up at the Lighthouse,

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Hoosier Briefs

_r"SRAZIL still has horses. Pol< lice Chief Anderson has issued an order that all horses standing on the streets must be blanketed. Robert Myers is the new worshipful master of the Bloomington Masonic lodge. Charging her husband threatened to kill her with an axe and burn their home, Mrs. Earl G-lbson of Warsaw has 3ued for divorce. Bond Issues of $36,000 by the city council and SIO,OOO by the school board will provide a fund for the construction of a gymnasium for the Garrett High School. Garlan W. Kline has purchased the Akron News, a weeikly newspaper from De Witt B. Hosman. P. I. Farley, president of the Auburn Automobile Company at Auburn, is being urged by friends to become a candidate for the Democratic nomination for Congress from the Twelfth district. EID- MILLER of Pretty Lake road, near Plymouth tried to bump a freight car off Its tracks at a crossing. He didn’t. Instead he caved in the radiator of his auto. Seven buildings on property bought by Bluffton for the new community building site only brought $482 at an auction. New members were taken In the "McCray Twenty Year Club” at KendallvlUe at Its annual banquet this week. The club Is composed of men who have worked twenty years or more with the McCray Refrigerator Company.

T)ARBARA ATTENDS HER FIRST WILD PARTY AND t-> FINDS HERSELF A CENTER OF ATTRACTION

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“Miss Hawley,” said Bob Jeffries, “let me present Mr. Jerome Ball. Jerome and I used to be side-kicks in the army reserve camp. Now he’s a man about town and I’m—well, just look at me.”

to find several other familiar rattletrap cars standing in the driveway. "Guess the gang's here,” cried Bob, swinging out to help the ladles alight. “Dinner will not be served until seven forty-five,” said Miss Badger. It was the first remark she had uttered. Sinbad assisted Barbara up the steps with punctilious care. As they passed into the reception hail. Bob drew' Barbara aside and whispered “Slnbad's doing fine, isn’t he? I made him promise to take the Badger off for several dances, so I could

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donee with you- He kicked like a bay steer, but lie said he’d do it.” A large table in tho corner of the main dining-room was waiting for the newspaper party. A great basket of golden chrysanthemums stood in the center of the table. "Just made for your yellow dress, Babs,” cried Bob, snipping off a bud and handing it to her-” Miss Badger sniffed. "Yellow is all right in flowers," she said, “but it's very hard to wear.” Barbara made a face behind Miss Badger's hack. Bob laughed tack at her.

OUT OUR WAY—By WILLIAMS

1 , “This is the first time that you i have been to the Lighthouse, isn’t it, Miss Hawley?” asked Sinbad, still with his unaccoustomed suavity. He looked to Barbara like a pugilist turned clergyman. “Yes,” she smiled, "and I think it's gorgeous.” “Oh, very well," Sinbad was almost patroizing. “But they are not so careful as they ought to be. Once a place like this gets to running dow-n, there’s no stopping it. I f6ar this management would wink at anything, for a $lO bill.”

i “Still, It's the tradition to have the fall newspaper party here, and I think we’ll have a good titne.” Barbara was seated between Boh I and Sinbad. She watched the antics of the men and listened to the smart cyncisims of the women, trying to realize that this was the sort of thing she had always longed to be a part of —a gay, irresponisble world, in the center of things, allknowing, all-ridiculing. “Why so serious, little daffodil?” shouted Byers, the dramatic critic, emboldened beyond his natural timidity, by the Rights and flowers and the faces of many friends. “What do you say ( of Bohemia? Do you approve, or shall we strike it out with one blew of our wa.nd?” “It’s wonderful!” Barbara’s yes were shining in the candle light. Bob looked at her with smiling, half-shut eyes. Miss Badger sneered. Course followed course, and the talk grew still brighter and still more cynical. Only Sinbad Sullivan maintained a dignified reserve. From time to time Barbara glanced at him wonderingly. When the salad had been taken away, he asked her to dance with him, and she was surprised to find how sure and graceful his dancing steps were. They came buck to the table, to find Bob and Miss Badger just rising. “May I have this dance. Miss Badger?” Sinbad bowed a Court of St. James bow. “Well, he did stick to his bargain, didn't he?” commented Bob as he settled into his chair beside Barbara, and watched Sinbad lead the society editor away. "Where did he get these manners?" asked Barbara. ‘‘l can hardly believe he’s the same big. burly Sinhad that comes into our office reeking with bad whisky sometimes.” “He’s on his best behavior, that’s all. It’s in honor of j'ou. When I told him he’d have to be sober tonight for your sake. I thought he was going to knock me down. He’s pretty hard hit, I think.” "Hello. Bob Jeffries,” said a voice just behind them. Barbara looked ! up to find a handsome man of about j 35 bending over the table and reachlng out for Bob’s hand.

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“Greetings. Jerome,” replied Boh, rising to meet the handshake. “Miss Hawley, let me present Mr. Jerome Ball. Jerome and T used to be sidekicks the army reserve camp. But now he’s a. man about town and I’m —well, just look at me!" Jerome Ball was staring at Barbara with a smile playing about his lips. Barbara felt unaccountably ill at ease. "How do you do, Miss Hawley?” he said, smoothly. “Do you suppose Bob will let me have this dance?” “Say there," exclaimed Bob, “I haven’t had a dance myself yet.” But Jerom? was leading Bar bara out on the dance floor with only a mocking glance over his shoulder for Bob. When Barbara and Jerome whirled past the table next, she saw Sinbad Sullivan sitting moodily by himself, slouched In his chair. “I really ought to go back to my partner, Mr. Ball,” she sßid, as the music stopped. “He’s looking like a bear with a sore paw T have danced with him only once tonight.” “Nonsense,” replied Jerome, mas terfully, smiling his winning smile. “That’s what he gets for bringing the loveliest lady In the party.” Barbara smiled back. “All right,” she said, “I’ll dance one more with I you.” “You’re like thistledown on the j floor, you know,” Jerome again i smiled caressingly, and tightened his [ arm about her waist. Barbara blushed. “And may I ask,” inquired Jerome later, “what you are doing in the newspaper party?" “Why, I’m a newspaper woman, of course.” Barbara’s voice was 1 proud. “I’m a reporter for the Telegraph. That’s where I met Bob.” "A reporter?” The surprise in Jerome’s voice was not to be missed. “Yes,” said Barabar. "Why not?" "Well, why not?” laughed Jerome. “Come on over to tht> window. We don’t want to talk about business, do we?” A sheet of snow was shutting off the outside world. It beat against the leaded window panes and piled on the ledge outside. The night was a glimmer of lighted shadows. “Like a setting for a play, isn’t it?” commented Barbara, leaning against the pane.

OUR BOARDING HOUSE—Bj AHERN

SATURDAY, DEC. 26,1926

I A noise at the other end of the j room made them both turn around. ; Others were turning in the same dlj rectlon. Barbara turned white, and caught jat Jerome's arm. Hlnbad Sullivan was upon the table, j among tbe glasses and candlesticks. Somewhero a woman laughed hysterically. Then silence fell. Klnbad began to sing. His clear , tenor voice rang out across the room, ' where table after table turned to j watch him. I “Ladonna e mobile,” |ie sang. , “Qual plume al vonto.” “Why, it's ’Rigoletto,’ ’’ said the hysterical woman who had laughed jbefore. I- It was “Rigoletto.' Having finished i “La Donna." Sinbad .vent back to ! the beginning and sang the duke's j score from first to last. I Between numbers, laughter and ap- ; plause interrupted, but not for long, j The singer stood swaying slightlj 1 amid the candlesticks, one foot planted upon a yellow' chrysanthomum that had fallen out of ths I basket. And he sang soulfully, trl I umphantly, searching the room with I Viis eyes. At last he saw Barbara, and made her a courtly bow. “It’s all for you. little daffodil," he said, In tones that were audible from one wall to the other. x The crowd turned and saw Bar barn’s flushed face. A roar of laughter went up. Barbara wheeled about and stood* transfixed. There jilt an alcove, at a table with another j man and a woman, sat Bruce Reyn ! olds. lie was looking at her. , Somewhere, went up the cry, “Eli- ! core!” "Give us ‘Woman Is Changeable again!” shouted a. man, and there was a great clapping of hands. Slnbd gave a silly grin, bowed and opened his mouth. “Ladonna e mobile—” [ Barbara tore away from Jerome i snd rushed toward# the table on which Sinbad stood. She looked ! wildly about for Bob. “Muta d’accento—" The crazy singing went on. Then it stopped. Prom somewhere In the building there came the sound of a shot—j muffled. (To Be Continued)