Indianapolis Times, Volume 37, Number 206, Indianapolis, Marion County, 29 December 1925 — Page 12

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B BEGIN HERR TODAY VRA HAWLEY, 25. break* with ce. BRUCE REYNOLDS, and |ob on the Indianapolis Tele- ► order to see lit*. EW McDERMOTT. the raanasr>r. Is a former friend of her 808 JEFFRIES, police report- * friendly. •a gets a letter in the lovelorn ted “Violetta." asking how to 1 young: man socially superior riter.' a attends a newspaper dinner Uehttiouse Inn. with BINBAD IN. a press went. There she k meets JEROME BALL, a man about town. While she Is dancing with him, Sinbad drinks too much champagne ani climbs on the table to sins. To Barbara’s horror, she sees Bruce Reynolds staring at her. The sound of a shot comes from an inner room in the roadhouse. NORMAN HOLLOWELL. a prominent broker, was found dead in the room. A suicide note was in his pocket. A doctor said it was a clear case of suicide, that Hollowell was alone In the room at the time, but Barbara finds a woman’s scarf under the table. [ When Barbara returned to the office, shn found Bruce had been making repented efforts to get her on the telei phone. | NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY | CHAPTER XV. ■ pjplHE call came just as Barbara ■ j I was ready to leave the office. ■—J “What Is - the name, ■ease?” slie heard the switchboard Iperator say. “No, Miss Hawley Is Biot In. Yes. Not till tomorrow morn--1 Barbara took a step toward the llelephone, and halted. Then she walked away and caught an elevator Hping down. M* * * a HE hall of the Hadley boarding house was quite dark, _ except for a narrow pencil of Eight from a transom. Bruce hung up the telephone reieiver and turned away wearily. A riangle of light struck across the 1 wall by the staircase. Someone had a door upstairs. started. A girl was stand lon the lower steps, suddenly reby the half light. He drew there was anyone in the hall." that’s all right,” came a child-

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lsh voice. “Guess I scared you more than you did me. I’ve been standing here for a couple of minutes, trying to figure out w r ho was using the telephone.” “Why, It’s Miss Cranby,” said Bruce, “the lady that couldn’t use the hammer.” He smiled a little. IShe giggled. "Aw, now. Don’t rub It In. None of us, women can. But what are you doing at this hour of the night?—it’s after 2 o’clock.” Bruce hesitated, then spoke rapidly. “Telenhoning a woman who doesn’t want to talk to me. That’s the kind of a fool I am.” Violetta looked at him sharply. Then she sighed and sat down on the lower step, propping her chin in her hands. “Life’s funny,” sh 4 said. “When you want ’em. you can’t, have 'em. And when tfiey want you, you can’t see ’em for the dust.” Bruce crossed the hall and sat down beside her. “I guess there’s nothing to it. anyhow—this love stuff. Better forget it all and go about your business.” Violetta shook her head and shot a sidelong glance at him. “Oh, no, that’s not so. Life wouldn’t be anything without love. I’d hate to think I had to go through the rest of my life all by my lonesome. Besides, some women aren’t like this girl of yours.” Bruce did not se* the gleam of malice in Violetta’s eyes. “No —they’re not.” he agreed, hotly. “Some of them really love.” He broke off in embarrassment. “But what idiots we are, to sit here in the w’ee small hours, talking a lot of silly bUnk.” Violetta answered him eagerly. “But It isn’t bunk. Sometimes it helps lots just to talk about your ‘roubles. I pays to myself, the first time I saw you—there’s a gent with a secret sorrow. And I wished like anything that I could help you.” Bruce turned. “That was nice of you to bother about me. but really, Miss Cranby, I’m afraid It isn’t

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worth it. I guess I’ll' always be a bungler, where women are concerned. I’m made that way.” He tried to smile. Violetta turned her great, shadowy eyes toward him. “How can you say that, Mr.—why, I don’t believe I even know your name!” “Reynolds,” said Bruce. “I thought you knew.” “No, I told you mine that day you hung the picture for me, but you didn’t tell me yours, and I didn't like to ask. But I knew we’d be ghod friends.” Bruce smiled rather absently. “It’s good of you to say so. But I mustn’t keep you sitting here. It must be nearly 3 o’clock.” • The girl moved closer. “But I want to talk to you. I can’t sleep. I'm not happy, either. Had a lot of trouble in my time. But I’ve almost got through the woods now. I’m not In love with anybody any more. So I’m not so miserable as I was. But I’m lonely. Nojbody In this whole town to talk to. Most of the janes that work at Campbell's aren’t my class—not that I feel stuck up —but you know how It Is. A girl's got to be car’eful.” Bruce sat moodily staring into the shadows of the hall. Violetta looked at him. Detachment was still strongly written op his face. Suddenly she put her face in her arms and began to cry silently. Her shoulders shook. She brought out a wisp of a silk handkerchief. It was some moments before Bruce saw that she was weeping. He sat lost in his own troubles. “Why, Miss Cranby,” he said, bending over her, “don’t cry like that. Pleaso dort’t.” And then, as the sobs shook her body still more violently—"ls there anything I can do?” She shook her head, without lifting her face. “There's nothing anybody can do,” she whimpered. “I wish I was dead, that’s all. And I won’t tell you anything more about It. I wish I was dead.” Bruce looked at her helplessly. At last he brought out a fresh, folded handkerchief and proffered it in place of the tiny silk one. “I’ll tell you,” he said at last, “You’ve got the blues from sticking around this old boarding house. We’ll have to get together some Sun-

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"That would be swell,” she exclaimed. “But why couldn’t we go to a show or out to Riverside Park?” "Anything’ you like,” replied Bruce. “But now you’d better go to

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Violetta* smiled, baring white teeth. “All right,” she said. “Maybe It won’t be so bad, If there’s somebody to talk to sometjmes. I have been so lonely I thought I’d bust.” He helped her to her feet and went up the stairs with his arm through hers. At her door they said good night. Inside his room, Bruce crossed to the window and stared out at the snowy night. The frown had returned to his face. A picture of Barbara Hawley stood on his dresser. On the study table lay a pile of blueprints, and some architectural plans and models. Bruce shuffled through the pile, picking out several sketches. On top of these he laid the picture of Barbara. Then he opened the door of the little coal stove that stood In a corner of the room - and thrust the whole pile in. • • • SliE snow hail stopped falling when # Barbara awoke next day. *She saw that it was 9 o’clock, three hours later than her usual rising time. But she only turned over and lay still a moment. Her mother came Into the room. “The office called and skid you needn't report till noon, Babs,” she said. “That's why 1 let you sleep. You looked so tired when I came In to wake you.” Barbara rolled over to look at her mother. “Why is it,” she asked, “that whenever fate gets me Into an awkward situation, it brings Bruce Reynolds around to gloat over me? Why did Bruce have to be in the Lighthouse Inn last night, when Sinbad Sullivan was making a fool of himself? Oh, I could die, when I think of Bruce sitting there looking at me while jhe whole crowd laughed.” She hid her face in the pillow. Mrs. Hawley went on stirring up the logs for a fire. “Those things do happen, Bags,” she said. “You’ll just have to for get it.” "But Bruce had the Insolence to tell me I had no right to be in the inn, mother. He tried to tear me away from the place, before I had covered the suicide story. And there wasn’t any other man there to take

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me home.’’ Then, quickly—“not that I needed one, but hurt to have Bruce see me without an escort in that place, and Sinbad drunk on tho table.” “No use thinking about It, Barbara dear.” Her mother came over to the bed and stroked her daughter’s hair. “Jump up and I’ll give you waffles for breakfast.” The Telegraph office buzed with the Hollowell suicide story that day. “You and Bob certainly do grab all the luck,” said Jepson, the feature writer. "Imagine being right on the scone of a story like that. And me at home taking care of a teething baby. I told the wife we ought to break our neckß to get to that party.” Wells called Barbara to the desk. “You gave us a good protection last night at the Lighthouse, Miss Hawley. Think we owe you a day off or something, for unearthing that dew to the unknown woman companion of the dead man. Added Just the touch of color needed to mako it an A-l story. "McDermott tells me he asked you to see Mrs. Stacy /today about her trip to Europe. They tell me she Is Interested In architecture and such things. Might ask her what she thinks of Vale Acres project of Manners. Stone and Reynolds." Barbara winced at the name. “Very well,” she said, lifelessly. She put on her hat and coat and left the building. An E. Washington car took her to Irvington. Mrs. Lydia Stacy’s house was one of a row that stood among heavily shaded lawns. Barbzara found the house and walked up a flagged path. As she went, a motor truck whizzed up the driveway past her, and she turned her head Idly, to look at it. "Parisian Dry Cleaners,” said the sign on the back. The driver sprang out and ran up the steps to the servants’ door at the side of the house. Barbara watched him. After a momefit the door opened and a servant handed him a red garment of some kind looeely wrapped in a sheet. Barbara went up the front steps and rang the bell. (To Be Continued)