Indianapolis Times, Volume 37, Number 211, Indianapolis, Marion County, 4 January 1926 — Page 8

r A e LovE Dodger By VIRGINIA SWAIN

KBOIN HBJRB TODAY REfYNOLDS, and rota a job on the InrtlanarxAla Telotrionn. in order to see Ufa, AiJbREW McDermott, the rmnbut odXotor. Isa formr mend of per father. 808 JEfFRIES, police reporter, proves friendly. Barbara attend* a newspaper amner at the Ltgbthouee inn with SINBAD STJLLTVAN, a press agent. There she metrts JEROME BALL*, a man about town. Tlie sound of a shot comeß from aw Inner room in the roadhouse. NORMAN HOLLOW ELL, a promtnent broker, is found dead In the room. A suicide note is found in his pocket, but Barbara finds a womanjs scarf under the table. . 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 Bent a dress to the cleaners to have a wine stain removed. Barbara connects the wine-stained (tress with the roadhouse shooting of Holloweill. She seals the tell-tale scarf In an envelope and hides it In her desk. That night she has dinner with Jerome Ball, and rebuffs his advances. Barbara and Bob enjoy reading letters addressed to the lovelorn column by a girl who has a beer-stained kimono, straight eyelashes and unrequited love for a certain young man. Later Bob escorts her to a reception given by Mrs. Stacy for a foreign architect. Barbara finds Bruce is the guest of honor. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XX SHE dance music went on, upstairs. It emphasized the stillness In the conservatory. Barbara neither spoke nor moved. Bob fingered the clgaret stub. Presently he walked across the room to the door and opened it. The wall of the saxophones sounded louder. He cast a short glance at Barbara. ‘‘■We’re wasting a lot of good dance music, Babe,” he said, almost timidly. “That’s a peach of a muted violin.’’ He began to move his shoulders to the rhythm of the musio and to hum softly. Barbara turned toward him suddenly. “I’m sorry, Bob, but I can’t dance tonight. I don’t know what’s the matter with me—with the world —but I’d like to run away to some corner and cry forever and ever. Life's all out of Joint for me, and I guess it’ll never be any better. But I'm sorry I’m spoiling your evening. “ Bob came toward her. “That’s all right, old kid. You’re tired out,

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that’s aIL And I guess the newspaper game’s getting you, as it gets all women. You’ve got to pull up or you'll be nothing but a bundle of quivers.’’ Someone entered the room. They turned and found a butler facing them, “Telephone for Mr. Robert Jeftriee. I’ll show you the way, sir.” Bob followed him out of the conservatory, pausing to smile encouragingly at Barbara. “Back in a moment, Babs,” he said. Barbara sat down again by the palms. Her head went down on her arm, as It lay against the back of the chair, end her body began to shudder with long sobs. She cried violently, without tears. Some time lat.er the door opened again. Someone entered and coughed softly. Barbara flung back her head. It was the butler again. “Mr. Jeffries was called away on assignment by his editor, Miss Hawley. He asked me to tell you that he would send a taxi back for you when he reached town.” Barbara nodded her head and the man disappeared. She rose and looked around. A little gold clock on the table pointed to 10:30. The saxophones were hoWling still more furiously and the subdued hum of many voices sounded down distant corridors. Barbara stood up and smoothed the crumpled taffeta dress/She went out of the conservatory and along the deserted hall to a back staircase that looked as if it might lead to the ballroom above. Half way up the stairs She saw Bruce at the head of the flight. She turned, as if to run back down again. But he had seen her and was hastening toward her. t "Barbara,’’ he said. The girl turned her head away. Her cheeks were scarlet. “Barbara,” he said again, more tremulously. “Don’t,” she choked. “Don’t speak to me. There’s nothing between you and me ever again, and I don’t want to talk to you.” Her eyes sought escape. She turned back toward the foot of the stairs and

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Lydia raised an imperious hand. “Nonsense!” she said. “I will call my car and Mr. Reynolds will take you home.”

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him to tell my guests something about a civic consciousness in respect to art ansJ architecture. He has been saying the most amusing things about some of the monstrosities he has seen in Indianapolis. Come along.” She tripped down the steps to meet him. her black spangles winking in the shadows of the hall. She laid one white band on his arm and

| looked up at him. “Are you hiving a good time at my party, Bruce? | You know it’s really for you that I planned it all. Gignelli ought to stir !up more Interest in Vale Acres. I I want you to enjoy my party.” Her red brown eyes were bright and her lips were parted. Bruce looked down at her. The sterm lines of his face softened. “Os course I am enjoying your party. It

is altogether splendid, Lydia,” he said. “And I do think it will help our plans. T hope to double or triple your investment, my dear.” Downstairs Barbara stood huddled in a corner beneath the bannister, afraid to move, lest Lydia's gracious, patronizing eyes fall upon her. Bruce and Lydia came down the steps, the woman clinging daintily to the arm of the man. Barbara flattened her body against the wall as they passed. Her eyes followed them down the long corridor and out into the main reception hull beyond. Then she turned and rushed for the stairs. She found the dressing room at test. It was deserted, save for a maid who drowsed in a great armchair near the window. Barbara looked around for her wrap. The maid stirred and sat up. “Can I do anything for you, miss?” Barbara saw that it was the same woman who had had the altercation with Mrs. Stacy on the day of the interview. "No, thank you, Belie.” she said. "I’m Just getting my things, to go home.” “Why, it's the young newspaper lady, isn't it?” beamed Della. "Sure, miss, I appreciated your kind words that day the madam was so angry about her dress.” Then she began to hunt for the wrap. At last, with the oai<e over her arm. she stopped in front of the mirror to apply a powder puff. Her face stared back at her, white and drawn. “You look ill. miss,” said the maid. “Shall I call your car for you?” Barbara smiled grimly. "NO; thank you,” she replied. Out in the hall again, she looked around. The house was quite still. She advanced to the main staircase and looked over. The entire company was assembled In the hall below. Gignelli stood on the third step talking. His words, his mobile face and his hands gesturing gracefully, held the crowd. Near him stood Lydia Stacy and Bruce. The women nearby looked at Lydia now and then with eyes for her beauty, her dress, her handsome cavalier. Barham saw it all quite plainly. She stepped back out of sight and paused, trying to catch a

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few words from the speech. It was useless. She turned and ran back down the hall toward the back staircase. She was halt-way down when a great clapping of hands in, the main hall signified that the talk was ended People liogan to laugh and chatter again. Barbara quickened her steps. She looked ahout for the door which should open Into the side driveway. It was not In sight. She turned n corner stealthily and found herself face to face with Lydia and Bruce. “Why. where are you going, Miss Hawley?” asked Lydia. “The party. isn’t half oyer. I haven't seen you dancing at all. And where is that amusing fellow who came with you? You newspaper folk are so droll. “I hope you will give Gignelli all the space you can. He is regarded as an international authority, you know. It is often so hard to find an intelligent reporter.” Barbara flushed and stiffened. ‘I am going home, Mrs. Stacy,” she raid. “I trust you will like my story. Good night." She walked away with her head very high. Lydia ran after her. “But who is taking you home, my dear? Is the young newspaper chap waiting for you?” Barbara spoke hurriedly. “He was railed away on assignment. I will get a taxi, thank you. Don't bother about me.” Lydia raised an Imperious hand. "Nonsense. Call a taxi! I should think not. I will call my car and Mr. Reynolds will take you home. There’s nothing so forlorn as a lass without a cavalier.” She laughed in a high pitch. Barbara looked at Bruce. His eyes were turned away and his face was red. His hands twitched slightly. Then she looked back at the laughing Lydia. There was no way out. ’“Thank you, Mrs. Stacy,” she replied with dignity. "But I am sorry to trouble you, and—Mr, Reynolds." Bruce started at the sound of his name. “Why, of course, Miss Hawley,” she said. '"I'll bo glad to take you. I’ll get my hat and coat.”

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Lydia interrupted. "Dear me, I don't believe you two people have even been introduced to each other. How stupid of me! I have been taking It for granted that you knew ouch other, “Miss Hawley, let, me present Mr, Bruce Reynolds, You’ll be having stories in the paper ahout him some day. Better make friends with her, Bruce, Newspaper reporters are good friends and bad enemies. You may need her aome time.” She laughed again, too Bruce rose to the occasion, “I should be only to glad to make friends with her,” he paid gravely. Then he went away to get hie hut and coat. Lydia turned to Barbara, “BeUer have the Telegraph watch tnkt young chap,” she said. "He’s the idealist behind the Vale Acres proj. ect. Going to make a name for himself some day, No doubt about it,” She spoke proudly, Here eyee followed his retreating figure, Barbara clinched one hajid behind her. Bruce returned with the word that the oar was waiting for them. He took Barbara's arm and Lydia's Together the three walked toward the ports eochere, “Do you know," said I/ydia, as they walked, “we three hold great powers in our hands. Here we are, You, Bruce, with your genius, I wltlj( my money, and Miss Hawley witli her newspaper behind her—what couldn’t we do for anything we set our minds on,? “I shall send a statement to the Telegraph tomorrow morning, Miss Hawley, telling of my entrance into the Vale Acres project.—with money and with moral support, Will you ask your managing editor te call me?” She laid a hand on Bruce’s arm in farewell, “Hurry back, Bruoa, dear," she said. The door closed behind them, ghutting off the pathway of light on the steps, Tho limousine waited, In a glory of shining black and nickel, A liveried driver held the tonneau door open, Bruce helped her into the ear and stepped In after her. (To Be Continued)