Indianapolis Times, Volume 37, Number 208, Indianapolis, Marion County, 31 December 1925 — Page 8

ZZfJjOVE Dodger By VIRGINIA&WAIN

*■> BEGIN HERE TODAY HAWLEY. 25. breaks with BRUCE REYNOLDS, and gets .Bb on the Indianapolis Telegraph, in VI see life. /ABREW McDERiViOTT. the manatrf* T is' a fonner friend of her ROD JEFFRIES, police report- • friendly. attends a newspaper dinner Set ;.”■ Lighthouse Inn with SINBAD ■■VAN. a press agent. There she rJgfMW JEROME BALL, a man about sound of a shot comes from an 'S. HT room In the roadhouse. ■BRMAN HOLLOWELL. a prominent was found dead in the room. A Hiidde note was in his pocket. A docH>r said it was a clear case of suicide, Hollowell was alone in the room ■t the time, but Barbara finds a wom■n’s scarf under the table and gets a ■ ‘scoop" on the story. ■ She is sent to interview MRS. LYDIA ■STACY, a prominent society woman, on ■(he real estate project by Bruce’s Arm. I While there Mrs. Stacy's maid reveals I she has sent a dress to the cleaners to ■ have a wlr.e etaln removed. She wonI ders if the wine-stained dress has any I connection with the roadhouse shooting | of Hollowell. and goes back to the ofr flee to again examine the woman’s scarf she found after his death. now go on wrrn the story • • * CHAPTER XVII B*""""" ARBARA stared at the strip of red silk. As Bob Jeffries ■ I approached, she thrust it back into the drawer hurriedly. “What are you hiding there, Barbara, the evidence of crime?” Barbara smiled. “That guess is not as wild as you think, perhaps. What have they learned about the

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woman who was with Hollowell in the roadhouse last night?” "Not a thing, except that she left before the shot that killed him. The police have practically dropped the search for her. There seems no doubt that it was suicide.” “What would you do about It, Rob, If you thought you knew who she was?” , “That depends. Maybe I wouldn’t try tp find out for sure, If she was a decent sort and would be ruined by the scandal. But If I didn’t it would prove I wasn’t much of a newspaper man, I suppose.” Bob took a long pull on his pipe. “And If I did, maybe It would prove I wasn’t much of a man at all, so there you are. But come on out and have a cup of tea with me. You look as if you needed it.” “Much obliged, Bob, but I’ve an interview to write before closing time. You’ll have to run along alone.” When he was gone she examined the scarf again. She put it in a large manila folder and* sealed it carefully, before burying It beneath the contents of the lowest drawer. Night was closing in. Someone snapped on the electric lights in the Telegraph office and drew the blinds, shutting out the winter gloom. Barbara made ready to go home.

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DIDN’T. PLEAD GUILTY Wrong Statement Made Regarding Indianapolis Attorney, In a few copies of The Times Wednesday the statement was made that Will H. Latta, Indianapolis attorney, pleaded guilty In connection with a shortage In the office of the county clerk during the term of Richard Sipe and that Latta served a term in the penitentiary. Latta did not plead guilty to any charge and he did not serve a term in the penitentiary. The statement should have read that Sipe pleaded guilty and served a term. The statement concerning Latta was an error on the part of The Times and it la cheerfully corrected.

. JEROME BALL TAKES BARBARA OUT TO DINNER AND J PLEASES HER WITH COMPLIMENTS

As she was closing her desk, McDermott came out of his office. "How was the interview with Mrs. Stacy?” he asked. “1% was Already made when I got there,” answered Barbara. “I thought so.” he smiled. “And I’ll bet it does justice to Lydia Stacy, too. That woman has the makings of a great statesman or a great criminal.” He went on through to the composing room. “Telephone, Miss Hawley,” called the operator. f Barbara answered listlessly. It was an unfamiliar voice at the other end of the wire. “Hello there, little daffodil. How’s the world treating you after the big night?” Barbara was silent a moment. "Is this Mr. Ball?” she asked. “Nobody else but. Just called up to see what became of you in tho melee last night. I looked everywhere for you after'the shot. But you were gone. Terribly worried about you all right.” “Nonsense,” said Barbara. “If the truth were told. It would-be that you glanced about, didn’t see pie, and went home quite peacefully to a night of calm slumber.” “You do me wrong.” Jerome’s voice was bantering. “I’ve thought of you all day. How did you get home last night? I suppose your prlma donna singing among the chrysanthemums was Worse than useless to you.” “I’d rather not talk about that, please,” said Barbara. “Honestly, Miss Hawley, I do feel mighty sorry about last night. Won’t you believe me and come along to dinner with me. It’s a fine night for a two-some dinner. All wet outside and bright lights inside—and pleasant conversation.” Barbara thought a moment. Then she replied, “Yes, I’d love to. But you’ll have to call for mo at home. Mr. Ball. I must go home to dress.” “I’ll ring ihe old door bell at seven then. So long.” • • • mEROME was punctual. His blue roadster appeared in a burst of speed, just as Barbara looked out of her window. She jumped back and let the curtains fall. When she ran down the steps with her coat over her arm. she found

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OUT OUR WAY—By WILLIAMS

ment from the ones I’ve had lately. I’ve been—feeling as old as Methuselah.” Later, over the lobster cocktail, be revived the subject. “I asked you the other night how you happened to be in the newspaper game. Miss Hawley. I didn’t mean to' offend you, but it is a shock to find a girl like you doing that work. You seem so young and unspoiled by tha rough edges of things —and such a lady! Women like you

haven’t any business fighting the business world. You were made for other things.” Barbara flushed, but not wholly with anger. “If you're trying to flatter me, Mr. Ball, I’m afraid you’re not succeeding. The newspaper game is tne only thing in the world that I care about.” Jerome leaned across the table and put his hand on hers. "That’s a rash thing to say, my dear.” His voice was suave. “Promise me

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you’ll not get like these sour ladies one sees around In offices —all business and horn-rimmed glasses and bad temper. Promise me you'll stay your own sweet feminine self." Barbara glanced at him from beneath lowered eyelids. “Why should you care whether I stay myself or get horn-rimmed glasses?” Jerome did not answer. He was scannning the menu card. After dinner they danced. Admiring glances followed them about tthe room and Barbara saw several women watching Jerome's steps with more than casual Interest. She became more content and more daring. "You dance so wonderfully, Mr. Ball, that the whole room Is watching us.” Jerome slightly shrugged his shoulders. “Why all the formality? Call me Jerome.” He did an extra pivot that left his partner breathless. "She was laughing softly, with a light in her eyes. “I believe you are right. Women are not made for work.” she said. “I think T was made for play. At least. I’m having a gorgeous time tonight.” “And for love,” added Jerome, holding her closer. Barbara pulled away. But his eyes smiled down at her. At 11 o’clock they were in the blue roadster again, spinning through the downtown streets. When they had left the business section, Jerome swung his car toward the Brookville Road. “This isn’t the way home,” said Barbara. Jerome did not reply. He looked down at her smilingly. The country was a symphony In grays, where the moonlight struck the snow. The purr of tne engine was the only sound for miles. Barbara snuggled down under the heavy robes and sat quite still. “Happy, honey?” asked Jerome. She started. “Yes, happier than for a long time.” He drew her arm through his, When they had reached a cross roads, he suddenly stopped the car. Barbara shivered slightly. “You are a beautiful girl, my dear,” he said. Something in his voice brought Barbara back from the dreamy contentment in which she had been rid-

OUR BOARDING HOUSE—By AHERN

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ing. She cast a frightened glancH at his face, which was bent elosß over her. “Let’s go home, please, am getting tired and there's a long day ahead.” -< Without a word, he reached for the gear shift and the car swung Into a curve back toward town. Both Barbara and Jerome were silent all the way in. Barbara saw that they were on the street on which Mrs. Hadley’* boarding house was located. When they neared the block In which It stood jihe turned her head toward th other side of the street. The exhilaration of the early evening had gone out. "I’ll give you a ring sometime soon,” said Jerome as he opened the door for her. His voice was casual. • • • A 1 " WEEK later Barbara waa called into McDermott’s of ' fice. “More signs of life from 1 Lydia," he said. “She seems to have decided to meet us more than half way.” “What Is it now?" asked Barbara. "We had a call from her this morning, saying that she was flinging a reception for this chap Glgnelli, who is coming to town to ad dress the Women's Civic Progress] league. He Intends to babble about] Italian architecture. I think, and Lydia means to cash in on his visit.] Seems she met him In Paris last ] summer. “Just, like Lydia. Can't let a llort) run around without trying to tame! him. This affair will ho the blggeatj one of the Heason, for when Lydia] gives a party, she gives a good one. This time, she has asked all ’the architects and Mg real eetate men| and publlc-aplrlted citizens In Indl-j anapolls.” Barbara was listening Intently. | McDermott concluded. “I>ydla wants| you to cover the party. Said so this! morning.” “Oh, no, I’d rather not," Barbara] caught McDermott lookthg shrewdly] at her. “Any reason?" he askedi cooly. Barbara realized her error. "Oh.i no. I’ll go, of course. When is it?" “On Saturday night. Better wear] your best bib and tucker.” (To Be Continued)