Indianapolis Times, Volume 37, Number 207, Indianapolis, Marion County, 30 December 1925 — Page 8

Dodger H By VIRGINIA SWAIN

'OH BEGIN HERE TODAY HAWLEY. 25. breaks with ,•<• BRUCE REYNOLDS, laid JRU'.ih rui the Indianapolis Teleorder to see life. fcPSCMttEW MrDERMOTT. the miuwsis a former friend of her 'MT.'jfm 808 JEFFRIES, police reporter, friendly. A! W’Sfmanr.'L gets a letter in the lovelorn “Violetta,” asking 1 how to ■attract/ a young man socially superior fto the writer. ' Barbara attends a newspaper dinmj at the Lighthouse Inn. with SINBAD SULLIVAN, a press agent. There she meets JEROME BALL, a raan about town. The sound of a shot comes from an inner room in the roadhouse. NORMAN HOLLOW ELL. 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 Hollowed was alone in the rohm at the time, but Barbara finds a woman’s Bcarf under the table and gets a "scoop" on the story. Fate seems to be placing Barbara in the path of Bruce frequently. She is -mnt to interview Mrs. Lydia Stacy, a prominent society woman, on the real estate project promoted by Bruce's firm. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XVI WHITE - CAPPED maid opened the door. “Mrs. Stacy will see yon *R- the sunroom,” she said, leading Ihe way. > [ Barbara took a chair by one of the large windows and stared out Lcross the snowy lawn. She was list in her own gloomy thoughts

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when Mrs. Stacy the room. She came with a sweep of draperies and a wave of delicate perfume. “What do you want me to talk about?’’ she asked, settling herself on a day bed near Barbar’s chair. “Really, it’s such a bore, the way these newspapers hound me for interview’s. It isn’t as if I amounted to anything from a news viewpoint.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Many people have been to Europe without talking about it in the newspapers.” Barbara waited patiently. She had heard this kind of prelude before. When Mrs. Stacy had finished, she said, “But, of course, not everyone who goes to Europe comes hack with the sort of story we hope to get from you.” The other woman smiled. She be“Very well, what will you have, European art, clothes, manners politics or what?" It was half an hour later that Barbara found a chance to ask, “What do you think of the Vale Acres development project, Mrs. Stacy? You are interested in European architecture, aren’t you?” The other woman leaned forward, so that her heavy silk shawl fell in long loops to the floor. “That.” she said impressively, “is the first sign

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Hoosier Briefs

jNDREW BATTIEGER, Boonville farmer, caught a mouse he called Caruso. The rodent whistles in two octaves. “I’m trying to teach it “Yes Sir, , t She’s My Baby,” said Battieger. Lebanon kept its fire loss during the zero wave down to a minimum —flO. George Hartley, Tipton farmer, is walking with a cane. He was accidentally'khot by a hunter. John K. Stewart is the champion checker player of the Eagletown neighborhood. He participated in a tournament at Muncle. Tipton’s pioneer tailor, N. R. has retired. Charles F. Fouch has bought him ou t Mr. and Mrs. Willis Muthler of Noblesville observed their sixtieth wedding anniversary this week. AjRTHUR JONES, town marshal at Yorktown, thought h..J he would have an easy job when they installed a silent cop. Instead, he is rushed to death. Motorists are not obeying the silent cop. Tipton is expecting a record crowd this week. A Charleston contest is being held at the Martz Theater. Herschei Cook, traffic manager of the Winona Service Company, has been appointed captain of Company 1, Indiana National Guard of Warsaw, succeeding Lawrence Rarick, resigned. Dr. J. M. Jennings, Warsaw, has been chosen official veterinarian for pet stock t&ows to be held Jan. 5-9 at Kokomo.*

nARBARA FINDS THAT MRS. STACY IS INTENSELY D ■ INTERESTED IN BRUCE’S ENTERPRISE

I have seen of an awakening civic consciousness in Indianapolis. I am very much Interested in watching its progress.” Barbara looked at Mrs. Stacy. Her red brown eyes were alight for the flfct time during the interview, and her lanquid air ,had gluten way to eagerness. “There’s a chance for some of the moneyed people in Indianapolis to get behind this enterprise and put their town in the front of the procession—and make a good profit besides. I’d be willing to get into It among the first, myself. I have that much Interest in my home town and in architecture for Its own sake.” "May I say that in the story?” asked Barbara, with her pencil poised. * Mrs. Stacy frowned and leaned back reflectively. “No. not Just yet, I think. It all depends upon some other developments. I may be ready to make that announcement in a few days. But I might change my mind.” It seemed to Barbara that her hostess’ eyes dwelt upon a framed picture that stood on the piano, with its back toward the window. "I’ll tell you, Miss Hawley. If you and the Telegraph will jump into this enterprise and give it al] the publicity you can, I may have a good story for you soon. I want to see how the thing catches on before I plunge, myself.” Again she glanced toward the picture. Barbara was buttoning her coat end picking up her gloves when Mrs. Stacy stopped her. “Don’t go yet,” she said “Stay and have a cup of tea with me. It’s such a gloomy day, I’d love to have company.” “But I really ought to get back.” Barbara was saying, when the maid appeared with .a tea tray. "Your life must he very interesting, Miss Hawley.” said Mrs. Stacy, arranging the tea cups. “Always out in the world, meeting new people and new adventures. How I envy you!” Barbara glanced at the carefully groomed hands that toyed with the cups, and at the satin smooth cheeks and glistening hair. “It’s not an easy life,” she replied, “but its wonderful, if you like it.”

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“What do you want me to talk abouti” asked Mrs. Stacy, settling herself on a day bed, near Barbara’s chair. “Really, it’s such a bore, the way these newspapers hound me for interviews.’’

Mrs. Stacy was apparently ready for an afternoon of philosophy. “I‘ve always thought.” said she, "that I would have made an excellent newspaper woman myself If only 1 hadn’t been cursed with enough money to live on.” “Mr. McDermott .i>oke of your news sense,” Barbara smiled. The compliment told. Lydia Stacy srave an airy gesture. “Enough of that. I am doomed to be an idle woman for the rest of my life.

OUT OUR WAY—By WILLIAMS

Everything ja against me. You and your kind will go on, seizing all the real fun in life and learning more about the world than I’ll fever know. Just because my late husband was thoughtless enough to leave me provided with enough money to live on I’ll never have a chance to live.” Barbara looked embarrassed. “I’m sqrc—” she began, wishing heartily that she could escape from the tea party. But it was no use. A cup of tea and a plate of sandwiches and

cake were offered to her. “Someone wishes to speak to you on the telephone, Mrs. Stacy,” said the maid, appearing in the doorway. "I think it's the cleaner. He wanted to see you when I gave him the evening dress. Said he didn’t know whether the wine stain would come out.” “The wine stain!” Mrs. Stacy started from her chair. “Did you send my dress out to be cleaned?” "Why, yes, ma'am, I always do.

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when they need it. And this was quite spoiled for another wearing, unless he can take the stains out.” Lydia Stacy paused, biting her lips. “Nejver again send a garment without speaking to, me about it. first, Della,” she said, and swept out of the room, trailing the Spanish shawl after her. The maid turned a woebegone face to Barbara, and. seeing sympathy in her eyes, burst into tears. "I -never can tell what the likes of her wil do,” she whimpered. 'TYrst, I do something and it's right, and then I do something and it’s wrong I’m for giving notice at once." “Oh, now,” said Barbara, “she’ll forget all about it. I wouldn’t feel like that if I were you." But. she looke dapprehensively at the door through the haughty woman had passed. “She didn’t get up till noon,” sobbed the maid, - “and when I see that red evening dress lying there with all that wine spilled down the front, I says to myself, ‘l’ll Just call the cleaners and get that cleaned for her.’ And now look at her. She’s been in a terrible mood all day. Oh dear, oh dear.” The inner door in the drawing room opened and they heard Mrs. Stacy returning. She appeared at the sun room door. “Never mind, Della, it doesn’t matter,” she said. “Run along now and don’t do it again.” But her face was clouded. The maid fled, knocking against the piano as she went. “Cjyreless," said Mrs. Stacy /o Barbara. 'Til have to discharge her yet. See what she’s done to the ornaments on that piano.” The framed picture had fallen on its face. “And now, Miss Hawley, if you don’t mind, I think we’ll considet the interview ended. I have an appqi.ntment with my milliner In a few moments.” Della returned, her eyes still red. She carried a fur-trimmed coat an(l a small hat. Lydia Stacy slipped into the coat. Barbara looked at It, wondering where she had seen it before. “I'll see you again, Miss Hawley,” she said, holding out her hand. “I have enjoyed my little talk with you. And now I must rush. I'll give you a ride down town if you like.”

OUR BOARDING HOUSE—By AHERN

WEDNESDAY, DEC. 30, 1925

Barbara wont back for her gloves. Mrs. Stacy was standing by the piano when she returned, adjusting the photograph that had faHon over. When she stepped away from it Barbara saw that it was a picture of Bruce Reynolds. • * • SHE big gray limousine stopped in front of the Telegraph I building, to let Barbara out. She walked slowly Into tho lobby and caught an elevator. “What’s the /natter, Bnrliara?" asked Bob Jeffries, who was lounging over an American Mercury when she entered. He wus alono in tho office. "Have you lost your hud friend?” She shook her head nt him and walked away without answering. Presently, Bob followed her. "Look here. Bubs, is it last night that's making you feol had?" Barbara stared out tho window, fighting to keep bnck the tears. "I can’t tell you how sorry I am about it all, for It seems to be mostly my fault, Barbara, I’d give anything if I had turned the Badger down and taken you. Instead of trusting Sinhad.” Bob looked at her and, getting no answer, went on. “He was doing o well I thought the evening was a success. Then I saw him sitting alone and guzzling champagne from a big bottle. "I couldn’t get away long enough from my sour lady to stop him, and you were nowhere in sight. I guess that’s why he started drinking—you deserted him for Jerome Ball.” 1 Barbara's patience gave way. “Oh stop, Bob," she cried. "I’m not blaming anybody. Everything’s all wrong that’s all. It was terrible last night, and I’ll never go to such a party again. But you couldn’t help It.” She was crying wholeheartedly, now. Jeffries gave her a bewildered i look, and walked awayAo the win-, dow, where he stood moofilly, glano-, lng now and then over his shoulder i a"t the Yfreeping Barbara thro-wj hack her head at last, and wiped her eyes Her hand-, kerchief was very wet. She opened the lowfer drawer In. search of at fresh one and drew out, Instead, a red silk sash. (To He Continued)