Indianapolis Times, Volume 37, Number 209, Indianapolis, Marion County, 1 January 1926 — Page 16

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Dodger By VIRGINIA SWAIN

BEGIN HEBE TODAIf , BARBARA HAWLEY. 2h. brfaK* with hr fl&nce. BRUCE REYNOLDS. and *ts a lob on the Indianapolis Telegraph in order to see life. V 'ANDREW McDERMOTT. the manasr- ; in* editor. Is a former friend of her lather. 808 JEFFRIES, police report--811, proves friendly. Bvrbara attends a newspaper dinner at the Lighthouse Inn with SINBAD SULLIVAN a press agent. There she meets .lEROME BALL, a man about town. The sound of a shot comes from an inner room in the roadhouße. NORMAN HOLLOWELL. a prominent broker. Is found dead in the room. A •ulcide note is found in his pocket. A doctor calls it a clear case of suicide, but Barbara finds a woman's scarf under the' tablo and gets a “scoop” on the story. She is sent to Interview MRS. LYDIA STACY, a prominent society woman, on a real estate project by Bruce’s firm. While there Mrs. Stacy's maid reveals having sent a drees to the cleaners to have a wine stain removed. Barbara connects the wine-stained dress with the roadhouse shooting of Hollowell. She seals the telltale scarf in an envelope and hides it in her desk. That night she has dinner with Jerome Ball, who attempts to make Jove to her. She rebuffs his advances. The next day McDermott tells her that Mrs. Stacy is to give a reception which she wants Barbara to attend NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY

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CHAPTER XVIIL ARBARA closed the door of McDermott’s office and went fa back to her desk. Someone had thrown a mass of lovelorn mall upon it. • She began to open the envelopes listlessly, tossing those which required personal answers into one basket and the others into another. At the bottom of the stock was a pink envelope which caught her eye at once. “More mall from the pink silk kimono lady, Bob,” she called. “Come on over and see whether the beer stains came out as per schedule.” Bob leaned over her chair. “Dear Winnlfred,” the letter read, “Thanks so much for your advice in the paper. It sounded good and I tried it. But I don’t know whether it has worked or not. "I’m not talking about the beer

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PEACE PARLEY IS ADJOURNED Mine Strike Negotiations Off Until Tuesday. liu United Pre NEW YORK, Jan. I.—Deadlocked over the question of arbitration after three days continuous discussion, the Joint, conference of coal miner.' and coal mine owners representatives attempting to negotiate a settlement of the anthracite coal strike sood adjourned oday until Tuesday. Adjournment was taken during the night following a long session marked by spirited argument. It was reported the adjournment was taken when a break-up of the conference seemed probable, but these reports were controverted by statements from both sides made informally that It was the present purpose to continue the conference until a settlement is reached.

Hoosier Briefs

OAJPPY NEY YEAR wasn’t happy for. Mrs. Laura Wagner of Elwood. She slipped on the Ice and broke her teg. Poor month was recorded fbr Dan Cupid at Hartford City, a New Year’s check showed. Only ten couples were granted marriage licenses during December. Patrolman James Lamberton of Alexandria celebrated with anew job. He has resigned to become a police officer at the new Remy plant at Muncie. William Griffith is the new president of the Washington Township Farm Bureau at Bloomington. O. we have no bananas, said Morris Rubens, Elkhart grocer. He was stung on the hands by a tarantula' while unpacking a bunch of the fruit. Samuel Carr, jcounty auditor at Seymour, announces that $797,191 will b.e collected this year in county taxes. East Union Church, west of Atlanta., (celebrated New Year's by burning a J 57,000 mortgage. M. D. Baldwin of Bloomington will know better this year. He struck a match to seee how much alcohol he had in his radiator. His face was badly burned. Old hook and ladder of Central Fire Station at Muncie has made its last run. After twenty years it has been replaced by modernized equipment. North Manchester citizens have about completed arrangements for a memorial tablet in honor of the late Thomas Riley Marshall, former Vice President. ‘

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have been talking to his grandmother or to a stone wall. “And when I saw I wasn’t getting anywhere, I started to cry and he was real nice. Called me ’Poor kid’ and promised to take me out. Thought I needed more fresh air.

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But oh, Winnlfred, it ain’t fresh air I need. It’s love/’ The signature was "Violetta.” "Why doesn't she call herself ‘Baby Blue Eyes' or ‘Trixie?’ ’’ said Bob. "I thought those were the two favorite nom de plumes for ladles who wear bter-stained kimonas.” ; "Apparently this lady has a soul for romance,” replied Barbara. "She’s probably read some paperbacked shocker with a heroine named Violetta. But look, here’s a postscript.” In the inside corner of the folder of note paper Violetta had written "When a gent takes a lady to a dance, should she dance with any other guys that might ask her?” "Oh, dear, what a complex matter this is getting to be," sighed Barbara. "I feel a great responsibility on my shoulders. She has turned .over her life problems to me, from a beer-stained wrapper to a man hunt.” "Well, do your best for her, Babs your best Is pretty good.” Barbara had turned the letter over. "The stains did come out, but the eyelashes are still straight,” said the second postscript. "What should I wear if the gent takes me to a show in town?” Barbara shook her head, smiling "That reminds me, Bob, I have a disgusting assignment. McDermott has asked me to go to the reception that Mrs. Stacy Is giving Saturday night for Ame foreign architect who’s going to address the O Club. One of those silk-hat and black-sequin affairs. And I haven’t anything to wear, but that old taffeta dress Eve had two years.” She pulled a check book out of the top drawer. "Gee, I’d like to go out and get anew one. but there’s no use thinking about that.” She put the checkbook back In the drav'er. "Aw, don’t worry about that, Babs. There won’t be anybody there that means anything to you. v Just a lot of stiff looking for some way to enlarge Indianapolis AND their own bank accounts. What do you care what dress you have on? "Gosh, you ought to see the tenpenny soup and fish I wear to those

blowouts. The tails stand out like an angry rooster’s, and the pafcts are about three shades blacker than the coat. But do I worry? I’ll say l C.on’t. "I jfist run right along to . the party and eat a free feed, and glare haughtily at the crowd and try to sleep ’while the speaker speaks. “And when I want to be particularly haughty, I don’t even shave. Then everybody thinks it’s because I’m one of those delightfully erratic newspaper chaps—or maybe a successful poet. There’s never a waiter about the place that isn’t better dressed than I am. "So run along in your old taffeta dress and act like Lady Vere de Vere. Nobody’ll know the differ ence.” Barbara frowned. "That’s a man’s viewpoint, Bob, pure and simple. No woman can run along in an old dress and act like Lady Vere de Vere. Neither can she LOOK like Lady Vere de Vere. It does make a dis ference, and I’d rather be shot than go in my old yellow dress. How ever, I’m finding that I’d rather be shot than do many things I have to go ahead and do, these days.” She rose and shrugged her shoulders. “Oh, well, I guess the only thing to do Is to make up my mind that I don’t care what anybody thinks. Do you suppose all the real estate men in town will be there?” “All ‘the big ones—and unless I miss my gue,ss, the Vale Acres peoi pie will be out in full force, trying to catch on the coattails of this public Interest in enlightened architecture, in order to put their project over.” t ; Barbara sighed. "Well, I’d like to have a dress that would make* ’em all sit up and notice.” "Never mind, old kid. you’ll knock their eyes out, no matter what you wear.” Barbara smiled gratefully at him. • • • Saturday noon found Barbara caught in a maelstrom of work. She sat at her desk through lunch time, working furiously at her last bit of copy. When the edition went off at twothirty, she closed her desk and picked up her hat. She was about to run for the ele-

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vator when the city editor called her "Sorry. Miss Hawley, but I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you to take phone dictation this afternoon. There’s so much f6r Jimmy to do that I can’t keep him on the wire l’or the football reports. "You’ll be through by five o’clock.” Wells looked up at her expecting the usual cheerful acquiescence. Barbara said nothing. "I hope you had no other plans,” he ventured. “Nothing but a beauty parlor appointment. The Stacy reception is tonight.” Wells smiled. “Oh well, that’s all right then. You can get Just as good a story tonight without a hair curl as with It." He turned to his head copy reader and began to talk of something else. Barbara threw an angry glance at him and stood still, her lips parted, about to speak. But she turned away without a word and took off her hat and coat. In five minutes she was In the dictation booth with the head phones over her ears. • • • Miss Badger approached Barbara somewhat diffidently an she was preparing to leave at 5 o’clock. "Oh, Miss Hawley,” she said, In a pretematurally business-like voice, “will you please get some material for me at the reception tonight? Mrs. Stacy asked me to come too, but you know those affairs become a bore, after a time. “I thought that since you are to cover the party for Mr. Wells, perhaps you would not mind getting a few details of the dresses, decorations and so forth for the society department. It’s a rather important event in the sdfcial world.” Barbara answered promptly. ”Yea, Indeed, Miss Badger, I’ll get what I can for you.” "I suppose Mrs. Stacy will wear one of those 'Paris creations she sprung on Indianapolis Just after she got back from Europe, *’ said Miss Badger. ‘ Mesdame Floret tells me she has made new gowns for almost every woman in town who has been lucky enough to get one of Lydia’s Invitations.' "I think she means to wear a red canton crepe gown,” replied Barbara. "Her maid said something about It

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when I was out there a few dayn ago.’’ Barbara stopped suddenly, her brows knitted. “Perhaps she won’t wear It after all.” Her eyee strayed to the bottom drawer in her desk. "Anyhow, I’ll get the dope for you. Miss Badger.” She hurried out of the office. “NoW aren’t you ashamed of yourself?” said Bob Jeffries, lounging up to the society desk from the corner In which he had been listening. “Just think how you’ve hated Barbara, and see how nice and accommodating she is!” His eyes were malicious. "Accommodating!” snapped the so* ciety editor. "It’s no personal ao* commodation to me for her to got this story for the Telegraph. That’s what she’s paid for.” She turned on her heel and walked away. “And what Is It you’re paid tori’* Bob called after her.j • • • Barbara opened the door of her closet and took the yellow dress off its hanger. She spread it out lit front of her with a hopeless gesturs. Then she laid it on the bed and began to comb her hair. “Why, Babs,” cried her mother, coming in a little later, “why didn’t! you get that marcel you were talk- 1 lng about? Isn’t this the night of I the party?” "Yes, It Is,” answered Barbara quietly, “but Mr. Wellq said I oould report Just as well unmarcelled as I marcelled; I took football reports all afternoon." "What a shame,” said her mother. “But you’ll look nice, anyhf.sf.” “No, I shan’t,7 replied Barbara. I "I’m tired and cross and my dress! Is two years <rtd—and to make matters as bad as possible—Bruos will' be there.” Mrs. Hawley opened startled *TNL Just then the door hell rang. Bar- 1 bara fastened the last snap on her dress and ran down the stairs. ) ”1 ' guess that’s my taxi,* she called back to her mother. Barbara opened the door. Boh Jeffries walked In. “Couldn’t get you by phone, Babs,” he said. "McDermot Bent me out to escort you to the party. Thought you might feel awkward alone.” He was wearing the “tenpenny soup and fish." (To Re Continued)