Indianapolis Times, Volume 37, Number 214, Indianapolis, Marion County, 7 January 1926 — Page 8

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Dodger By VIRGINIA SWAIN

BEGIN HERE TODAY BARBARA HAWJjEY, 25. breaks With her fiance. BHUCfe REYNOLDS, and seta a job on the Indianapolis Telegraph, in order to see life. ANDREW McDERMOTT. the maning editor, is a former friend of her father. 808 JEFFRIES, police reporter. provos friendly. Barbara attends a newspaper dinner at the Lighthouse Inn. There she meets JEROME BALL, a man about town. The sound of a shot comes from an inner room in the roadhouse. NORMAN HOLLOW ELL. 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 under the table and (rets a “scoop” on the story. She is sent to Interview MRS. LYDIA STAOY. a prominent society woman, on a real estate project by Bruce’s firm. While there Mrs. Stacey’s maid reveals having 1 sent a dress to the cleaners to have a wine stain removed. Barbara connects the wine-stained- dress with the roadhouse shooting of Hollo"e8he seals the tell-tale saarf in an envelope and later takcs.it home. That night she has dinner with Jerome Ball and rebuffs his advances. Barbara and Bob enoy reading letters addressed to the lovelorn column by a girl named Violetta, who has a beer-stained kimona. straight eyelashes and through the column written by Barbara has apparently succeeded in milking an impression on her Romeo. Barbara attends a reception given by Mrs. Stacey to find Bruce is the guest

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of honor. He takes her home only to bo told that past relations’ van newer be resumed. A few days later Barbara see Bruce with, a shadowy-eyed creature who is smiling up at him childishly. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXIII. B' 1 ARBARA went on across street, running between autouJ mobiles and splashing through puddles. She found Jerome’s blue roadster waiting at the curb, and Jerome himself just going Through the revolving doors into the obby of the Telegraph*building. “Hurry, hurry,” he cried when he saw her. "Pegasus is outside, champing at the steering wheel.” “I’m so bedraggled I hate to go with you,” sighed Barbara. But she went after ber hat and coat. The curtains of the roadster were pulled tight, so that no drop of rain could enter. 'Jerome arranged the fur robe around Barbara with possessive solicitude. Barbara smiled at him and relaxed against the cushions.

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T> ARBARA GOES FOR A RIDE WITH JEROME WHOM, SHE -D DISCOVERS HAS BEEN DRINKING

“Happy, honey?” he asked, when the car had left the crowded streets vsjd was spinning down a lonely road. • Barbara smiled and nodded. Jerome looked down at jibr. She caught a whiff of alcoHol on his breath. “You're such a good kid, Barbara,” he said, “that you make a fellow' feel better, just to look at you. I was pretty low when I called you up today. Didn’t know of anybody who could do me as much good as you.” Barbara looked at him inquiringly. “What do you mean, Jerome’” “That’s right. Call me Jerome. I like it.” The car swerved dangerously to one side. “Well, you %ee, I’m in kind of a scrape. A woman scrapie, to be truthful. There's a little lady I’ve been chasing around with quite some time. Just good pals, you know’. “Well, lately I haven't been going out very often, and bless Pat if she doesn’t present me with papers In a breach of promise suit! Found a seedy little man waiting in my apartment when T went home today.” He laughed foolishly. “ ‘What’s ’ls?’ I said to him. Has my rich uncle died and left me his money?’ ‘Nope,’ says he. ‘This Is a billet doux from your sweetie.’ "I opiened the papers, and there it was! Twenty-five thousand bucks —just for a few kisses and a bit of foolery. Now what do you think of ’at?” Barbara frowned. Jerome’s voice was getting thick. “And ’at seedy little man had the nerve to say it was a billet douxri almost throttled him with my own fair hands.” The car swerved again. “Don’t you think we’d better go back home?” asked Barbara. “It’s almost dinner time.” “Dinner time be damned.” Jerome’s voice was as pettish as a child’s. “Aren’t you going to give me any sympathy? Fine kind of a pal you are-” Barbara looked uneasily down the road. There was not a vehicle in sight, and the houses were getting fewer. Open country lay ahead. “We really must go back,” she said, her face white. “It’s a tough life,” Jerome was saying. He paid no attention to her

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request. “Every fellow has to watch out for himself or -ume woman’ll get him. Every .ittie bit ,Os fun you have with a girl, she makes you pay for, either by marriage or by blackmail. / “I get so sick of it.” His voice was full of pathos. Barbara put her hand on the wheel. “I want to go home, Jerome. You must turn back at once.” He gave her a silly grin. “Fat chance, little lady. I brought you out here to tell ny trouble to you and now by God I’m going Lo do It.’’ A car was coming over a hill just ahead. Barbara saw its yellow lights flash above the risj of ground. She turned to Jerome "Unless you tvrn back at once, I’m going to shout at the driver of that car for help. I will not be taken where I do not wish to go^’ The anger in her voice sobered the man. “Aw. now, Balls,” he began. But she had flung the door of the car open, ripping a side curtain with the violence of her gesture. The car in front swung around, Its wheels slithering In the mud. It cut off the road in front of the blue roadster, Jerome, In spite of his befogged state, gras pied the emergency brake instinctively and brought the car to a stop. Just two feet from the other machine. Then he settled back and looked at Barbara reproachfully. She was climbing out of the roadster, sinking ankle deep in the slime of the! road. The door of the other machine opened. Barbara looked sharply at the face of the man who emerged. “Almost had a bad smashup there,” he said to Jerome, who was now also crawling out of the roadster. Jerome glared ferociously at the stranger. "Fine howdy-do,” he growled. “What made you cut across j in front of me” “That’s easy,” said the other man. “The mud made me. I assure you It was the last thing on earth I wanted to do. I have no reason to want to navigate that cornfield. I was headed for Indianapolis.” Jerome’s drunken sentimentality had passed into drunken belligerence. He advanced upon the man, fists doubled and face black. Barbara gasped land stepped out

OUT OUR WAY—By WILLIAMS

of the way. The stranger calmly lit a clgaret and looked at Jerome. Then he held out, his silver clgaret case, open. Jerome’s fists relaxed and he tried to talk. Suddenly he went down in a heap, his hat rolling off the ditch and his head resting "Just about all in, isn’t he?” said I the complacent stranger. “May I take you back to town, Miss Hawley?” Barbara started and looked at him with puzzled eyes. He draw a card from his pocket and handed it to her. "Jonathan Manners,” it read. “Manners, Stone & Reynolds.” “You’ve quite forgotten me, 1 see. But I remember you. You came into my office sohae weeks ago to get a story for the Telegraph.” He was lifting Jerome out of the mud, with mattfer-of-fact air. “Now, if you’ll pick up his hat and hold the rear door open we’ll take this young gentleman back to town. "We really ought to leave him lying here, but my kind heart always gets in the way of my spiteful Ideas.” Barbar picked the gray velour hat out of a rivulet at the side of the road. Mr. Manners had placed Jerome on the rear seat of the Manners car. He was now holding the door open in front for Barbara. She hesitated fraction of a second and shot a glance down the road. Night had quite closed in. Manners watched her, his lips twisting ironically. "We’ll be in town in -half an hour,” he said, smoothly. “Then if you’ll tell me where your friend lives, I’ll deliver him at the rear entrance and take you home.. But first, I’ll try to push this car out of the middle of the road.” The blue roadster refused to move. Its wheels had mired almost to the hub. Manners turned on its head and tail lights and then climbed into his own machine. Manners drove easily, puffing at his cigaret and .never looking at Barbara. Sha shifted uneasily in the Reside him, glancing sidewise occasionally at his round face. “Lucky for you I came along just then, young lady,” he volunteered at last. Barbara answered quickly. “But I didn’t know he waft drunk till just before you Came along. I was trying

to get him to go back then.” Manners gave her a quizzical look and took a long puff at the clgaret. "And you are a newspaper woman?” he said. . v ••• \ i A few days later. Manners, Stone & Reynolds began their final intensive campaign for tHfe promotion of Vale Acres. Barbara found a full page advertisement In the Telegraph on the day before Christmas, announcing the sale of several hundred lots arid inviting inspection of others. - / “Bruce Reynolds, architect, on hand to advise purchasers regarding model homes,” the announcement said. She was reading the advertisement when someone came through the swinging gate into the reporters’ corner of the room. W'hen Barbara looked up, she saw Lydia Stacy going toward McDermott’s private office. The door opened and the managing editor greeted the visitor. • • • SHE door of McDermott’s office was closed' for a halfhour. Barbara sat at her desk trying to work, looking up at every movement in the neighborhood of door. At length McDermott’s door opened. Barbara looked up. Lydia Stacy came out and paused to look back at McDermott, who stood in the doorway, smiling. -When his caller had gone McDermott went back into the office and closed the door. Barbara heard a buzzer ring for Jimmy, the office boy. A moment later Jimmy came to her. “’Mr. McDermott wants to see you.” McDermott was waiting for her, reflectively chewing the end of a cigar. “Sit down, Miss Hawley,” he said. “I want to talk to you. “You’ve been with us several months now,” he said, "and I’d like to give you a better chance to show what you can do. Wells likes your work, but he hates to admit it. He isn’t much for women on the staff, you know. “I’ve been talking with him and we agreed that what the Telegraph needs is more human interest features.”

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“I’ve told Wells I would make you feature editor and relieve > you of everything else except the lovelorn column—on which,' by the way, you’re doing a gojd job.” Barbara’s eyes opened very wide. McDermott looked amused. “A raise goes with it, Miss Hawley. What do you say?” “Gorgeous!” cried Barbara. "That is, if 1 can do it." “It won’t do any harm to try, anyway. By the way. have you heard anything more about the Vale Acres deal? We ought to be watching that pretty closely. It’s going to be either the biggest real estate coup ever put over In Indianapolis or the biggest flivver.” “I haven’t -heard any more about It, Mr. McDermott, but I’ll watch it.” Barbara went bock to her desk with steps that almost danced. She caught'Miss Badger’s hostile eye and sobered at once. “Here are your letters,” called the city editor the next morning at the office. It was the first time that Barbara had ever seen him wearing a coat. She took the handful of papers.

iR. GEORGE E. FRANKE, Evansville dentist, won’t ,_J pull any teeth for a while. He fell and broke his leg. Muncle children “stamped” all over town. Two white horses were seen polling a load of hay. “First time in fifteen years, I’ve seen anything Aka that,” said Art Wilson. Snyder Carter, Evansville fireman, has had thirty-three years of ups and downs. He has been reduced from fire chief to captain under the new chief U. S. Grant. He has been chiet twice and been boss of Grant twice. /Grant has been chief twice and boss of Carter twice. Sullivan County council has appropriated $400,000 for anew courthouse. H. L. Auer, farmer near Columbia City, killed a family of twentytwo. They were mice in his corn crib.

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THURSDAY, JAN. 7,1926

There was the usual run of Olvltas luncheons, psychology lectures, church notices and a death or two. Barbara picked up a short clipping near the bottom of the /(lie. “Unexpected Wedding,” sahr the headline. She read the article: “An unexpected wedding took place yesterday at the home of Rev. Thomas Wlntle, when Bruce Reynolds, prominent local architect, was married to Miss Violetta Cranby, daughter of Mp. and Mre. Tim Cranby. “Mr. and Mrfc. Reynolds left Immediately for Chicago, where they will spend tKe holidays, i-etuming to Indianapolis about Jan. 4. “Mr. Reynolds is a member of the real estate Ann of Manners, Stone & Reynolds. He was graduated from Indiana University in the class of 1918. "Miss Cranby has been employed by the Gilbertson Paper Box Company.” Barbara read the Item twice, three times. Her hand fluttered to her throat.* (To Be Continued)

HOOSIER BRIEFS

EAST Sunday was a red letter day at Windfall. C. P. Alley, 78, Dr. G. C. Wood, 74; Herbert Wright, 39. and Min. Summers, 52, all celebrated their birthdays. S. R. Stanford of Tipton wasn’t out of a job, when he stepped out as mayor. He became commander of .the Legion post. When Reuben Waits, 85, of Soy mour died, the town became agog with rumors that $5,000 in gold was hidden in his home. His family denied the story to-save the home. “Back to the mines," said William Julian, night policeman at Boonville. He lost his job when anew mayor took office. He Is a former miner. Joseph Stewart, 13, of Bloomington, is flush these days. He won a SIOO prize for solving a movie puzzle.