Indianapolis Times, Volume 37, Number 210, Indianapolis, Marion County, 2 January 1926 — Page 8

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Love Dodger By VIRGINIA SWAIN

BEGIN HEBE TODAY BARBARA HAWLEY. 26. breaks with her fiance. BRUCE RBYNOUDS. and gets a job on the Indianapolis Telegraph. in order to see life, ANDREW McDERMOTT, the managimr editor, is a former friend of her father, 808 JEFFRIES, police reporter, proves friendly. I Barbara attends a newspaper dinner at tlie Lighthouse Inn with SLNBAD SULLIVAN, a press agent. There she meets JEROME BALL, a man about town. The sound of a shot comes from an inner room in the roadhouse. NORMAN HOI/LOWELL. a prominent broker, is found dead in the room. A suicide note is found in his pocket, but Barbara finds a woman’s scarf under the table and gets a “scoop" on the story. She is Bent to interview MRS. LYDIA STACY, a prominent society woman, on a real estate project by Bruce’s firm. While there Mrs. Stacy’s njaid reveals having sent a dress to the cleaners to have a wine stain removed. Barbara connects the wine-stained dress with tlie roadhouse shooting of Hollowell. She seals the tell-tale scarf in an envelope and Judes it in her desk. That night she has dinner with Jerome Ball, and rebuffs his advances. Barbara and Bob enjoy reading letters addri-ssed to the lovelorn column by a girl who has a beer-stained kimona. straight eyelashes and unrequited love for a certain young man. Later Bob calls to escort her to a reception given by Mrs. Stacy for a foreign architect. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XIX mT was quite true. The coattail did stick oqt like an en. raged rooster’s tail and the coat was less black than the trousers. Bob stood grinnning at Barbara. “Aren’t you glad to see me, Barbara?” he asked. "’Cause if you’re not, I’ll just drive Lizzie back into her stall and spend a quiet evening at home." Barbara started. “Why, of course I’m glad to see you, Bob. How silly of you to ask! I’ll just run and cancel my call for a taxi.” • “I’ll follow the butler -into the drawing room,” Bob called after her, seating himself at the old rosewood piano. Upstairs, Barbara ran into her room, where Mrs. Hawley was brushing her daughter’s evening wrap. “Mother,” she cried, “Bob has come to take me ahd he’s wearing a Charley Chaplin dress suit. What shall I do?” From the living room came the strains of “We Won’t Be Home Un-

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til Morning,” the melody carried with Bob’s index finger, and the bajis .an alternation of chords. “Oh, why doesn’t he quit that idiotic dum-dum playing?” exclaimed Barbara, flinging herself into a chair. “You must get hold of your nerves, Babs. He isn’t doing any harm. You’re ready to fly off at any trifle, that’s all.” Barbara was in tears. “I know I am, mother, but I can’t help it. I’m so tired of every thing!" “Are you tired of your job, Barbara?” asked her mother. “Yes and no. Sometimes I want to throw the whole thing over. I feel as if I just can’t go out to that reception with Bob in the clothes he’s wearing.” She was wiping her pyes and staring at the carpet. “This won’t do. I might-as well get up and go. I’ll have to in the end.” Bob was playing “Boola, Boola,” with two fingers, when Barbara came downstairs again. She tried to summon a smile, as he whirled around on the piano stool. But he was too shrewd for her. ‘What’ve you been crying about, Babs?” he asked. “‘Cheer up! The tears have only made you prettier. Your cheeks are red.” “And so is my nose,” answered Barbara. “But it doesn’t matter. I had a fit of nerves, getting home so late, and having to get ready for this party.” “I know what’s the matter with you, kid,” he answered. “You took football reports all afternoon. No wonder you cried. That's the very hardest work in the whole game." They were climbing into the old racing car. and Bob was trying to protect Barbara’s dress from the grease on the floor by wrapping the robe tightly about her. “It isn’t going to be such a bad evening,” he comforted. “After the handshaking is over and we’ve taken some mental notes of Gignelli’s conversation and the ladies’ duds, we'll be free to enjoy ourselves. They B ay the Riviera Orchestra is going to be

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around a framed sketch of a cathedral that hung on the wall. "You'll see'these all over the house,” said one woman to another, with a knowing air. "Strange what an interest Lydia has developed in architecture all of a sudden. Six months ago she didn't know a facade from a dormer window.’’ The two women moved away. Barbara stepped closer to look at the sketch. “B. R.,” said the scrawled signature in the corner. At the head of the imposing staircase. Barbara stopped and looked down at the hall below. Bob was leaning nonchalantly against the wall, hands in pockets and nose in air. The absurd coattails struck out from his body into open space. She went down the steps. “Hello, there,” he said, advancing to meet her. “We’ll have to run the gauntlet first or last. Might as well do it now. You never saw such a receiving line as Lydia's drafted. Come on.” Barbara fell behind slightly, eyes fixed on the coattails. They drifted with the crowd through an arched doorway tnto the long drawing room. A long line of smiling mpn and women wound down the room, to the great black piano, beside which ! stood Lydia Stacy, smiling. She wore a sheath gown of black spangles and her arms and shoulders gleamed against it. Visitors passed up the line, greeting those in it with cursory attention, hurrying to reach Lydia. Barbara saw the eyes of men fasten upon the white shoulders and the graceful arms. ‘Dramatic spectacle, by gosh,” muttered Boh. “This whole scene looke like a setting for a play. And Lydia—wow! what a dress that Is. I’ll tell you, clothes do make the woman.” Barbara’s eyes snapped. "You were the young man who said I could ‘run along in my old yellow dress and act like Lady Vere de Vere.’ You men are all alike —fall head over heels for any woman who can scrape together the right rags and feathers. You make me sick!” She turned away from him to hide the fury in her eyes. Bob gaped. “Why, you’re not serious? Jehosaphat! I never thought you were jealous of Lydia

OUR BOARDING HOUSE—By AHERN

SATURDAY, .TAN. 2,1926

Stacy. She doesn't cross your path.' “Jealous!” Barbara was breathless. “How dare you use that word to me? Don't speak to me again. Oh, how I wish McDermott had Ist well enough alone. I'd have been better off without you tonight—l’m so tired and miserable—and so cross.” Her face was a study in petulance and pathos. Bob was unable to speak. He looked at her with puzzled eyes. They walked on up the endless line, smiling mechanically at this pillars of society who composed It. Near the head of the line, Barbara stopped for an Instant ami cuught her breath. Beside Lydia stood Bruce Fte>. nolds, immaculate and graceful, lie was, greeting her guests with urbane cordiullty. Barbara walked on. Bob followed, bis coattails wagging as he walked. Without looking to right or left, Barbara aaw them always. But in the foreground there wan Bruce, handsome, gracious, welltailored. At last they were there. Lydia took Barbara’s hand and asked some graceful, trivial question. "Thank you so much for coming, Mins Haw law,” she whispered. "I'd rather trust my party to your mercies than to any other newspaper person I know. You writ© so cleverly.” Barbara was handed along. She had had her moment. Lydia turnsjffe to ih© next guest. Barbara found her hand In Bruce’s. He was silent, and his eyes were grave. She looked up at him through a mist of tears. “Hustle along there, Babs,” said a voice at her shoulder. "We’re holding up traffic. You can do that Theda Bara, stare somewhere else.” His voice, intended to be confidential, carried pluinly. Bruce stepped back quickly. Bob’s coattails wagged past. He led Barbara with him. • • • mN the conservatory some time later, there was silence. Barbara sat beneath a group of palms, staring at the floor. Behind her stood Bob, flicking ashes from a cigaret stub. Neither had spoken for an hour. (To Be Continued)