Indianapolis Times, Volume 37, Number 215, Indianapolis, Marion County, 8 January 1926 — Page 28

: ™ c Love Dodger . By VIRGINIA S WAIN

BEGIN HEBE TODAY BARBARA HAWLEY. 25. ■elf-wUled, and talented, gives up her UanceA BRUCE REYNOLDS, an architect. van<f gets a job on the IndlanapoLis Telegraph. in order to gee life. ANDREW McDERMOTT. managing editor of the Telegraph, i a former friend of her father s. _ _ She makase friends with 808 JEFFRIES. police reporter, and has many thrilling adventure*, including a dinner party at the Lighthouse Inn, on a night when a prominent man commit* ■tucide there. Barbara'covers the story and picks up a red scarf left in the room by the dead mans unknown woman companion. At th? roadhouse she also makes the aoouaintance of JEROME BALL, the man about town. Bruce has joined the real estate Arm of Manners. Stone & Reynolds, which is promoting the Yale Acres section of town, a mammoth real eetate en f ternrise. Bruce becomes acquainted with MRS. LYDLV STACY, rich widow who refuses to invest in Vale Acres wVn Bruco fails to respond to her love-making. Barbara receive* and prints In lovelorn column manv letters from a girl named Violetta, who wishes to know how to attract, a ‘'young gent socially OrP'christ.maß day. Barbara is handed a clipping to follow up for the paper. Tt tells of the . marriage of Bruoe to VIOLETTA CRANE Y. an employe of a box factory. - Barbara rushes for the die of the . Telegraph and begins to read the lovelorn column for weeks back. NOW GO ON WITH THE BTOBY CHAPTER JOfTV. ITw'S ELLS was calling Barbara. [\y “Where have you been, Miss | I Hawley? I’ve been shouting fOr you for half an hour.” Barbara sighed. “Sorry.” she said. *‘l didn’t hear you.” He handed her a list of telephone calls to make, then looked sharply at her. "What’s the matter? Are you 111, or just tired? You look all in.” “It’s nothing.” said Barbara wearily. “I’ll be all right.” She was never able to remember

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afterwards what she did the rest of that morning. At noon, she was sitting at her desk, her hands In her lap. Wells stopped and looked at her curiously as he went after his hat and coat. “Going home?” he asked. “Can I take you anywhere? You’re looking, very white. No fit subject for Christmas dinner.” Barbara shook her head. “No, thank you, Mr. Wells, I*U get .home all right. I’m just tired.” She leaned heavily against her desk as she rose. Wells frowned. “Don't get sick, Miss Hawley. You're one of our best men, you know. Better stay home tomorrow and rest.” VI don’t want to rest. That's the last thing I want,” cried Barbara, with desperation in her voice. The city editor shook his head in a puz zled way. • • * itr --.TTLLE nacht, heilige nacht.” V The treble voices ts children floated up frorrv the streets below to the room where Barbara sat on the hearth rug wrapped in a woolly robe, her mother’s Christmas gift. Without raising her head| she listened to the carolling. It came through the window glass faint and rlmote, as though from another world. Inside, the fire guttered softly. She threw open the sash, and dfew a deep, cool breath. Vagrant breezes chilled her and she pulled the robe around her. Christmas trees were silhouetted

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against front windows in the houses across the street. SHE Telegraph staff came to work next day w'ith a typical ■ Christmas hang-oVer. Everybody bad bad too much to eat and some had had no sleep. The result was a doleful stupor reigning over the entire office. McDermott called Barbara into bis office in the afterrfooh and handed her a card. It stated that “Miss Barbara Hawley will review plays at English's for the Telegraph hereafter.” “Present that to the ticket office.” he said, “and you will be given the press seats from now on.” Barbara's face brightened. “Thank you.’’ she cried. “I'.ve been wanting to do play reviews ever since I came on the staff. But what’s become of Byern?" “More than he can do. I promised to give this theater to you. It’ll be gqod experience for you. Tou (fan start tonight.” Barbara went back into the outer office with a brighter face than she had worn for some time. Bob Jeffries was waiting for her. “Hear you're going to do dramatic reviewing from now on, Babs.” he cried. “You’re certainly coining up in the world." “Yes,” she said, happily. “Isn’t it gorgeous?” “Mac Seldom gives that kind of work to women,” answered Bob. "Says they have no sense of humor and tod many prejudices. They also complain abwut not having anybody to go to theaters with sometimes. One of the penalties for being qn unattached woman, Babs. Even the women who like men least sometimes need an escort." “Not I,”' retorted Barbara *Tf I wished to go anywhere, don’t think I’d wait for a man to take me. I’d go alone if necessary. But anyhow, I don’t have to. I have my mother. She's the best company in the world, and I can always depend on her.” It was late when Barbara arrived at the Terminal Station that afternoon. The pocket of her coat held two theater tickets, and she carried a corsage bouquet in a box. At the telephone booth she ordered a taxicab for seven-thirty. Her first

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evening of play-reviewing was to be a gala night. It seemed to herthat the street was very dark, as she alighted from the car in Southport and starte<Ftoward home. \ ' , Most of the blinds were drawn In the houses along the way, and most of the street, lamps were dark. Barbara put her hand in her pocket and clutched the tickets. As she walked briskly along, she hummed a purpopeless little tune. When she neared her home, she saw that the house was dark, except for a light In her mother's room upstairs. -She unlocked the door hurriedly and stepped hall. At sound of the door, someone had switched thp light on fpom upstair*. A woman came running down the steps. Barbara recognized her as Mrs. Bryan, the new next-door neighbor. “Don't be frightened,” said woman. ''We hope It’s nothing too serious, but your mother , has hid some kind of stroke.”* • • • "a‘7 STROKE?” Barbara voice I I was scarcely more than a c V l whisper. Mrs. Bryan nodded. “The doctor hasn’t come yet. I had just come ever to borrow an egg and I found her lying on- the kitche hfloor. She's coming to now, and I she’ll be all right." ' Barbara brushed past her and ran' up the step*. Mrs. Goodhue, another neighbor, bent over the bed in which her mother lay. Someone had tied a piece of paper around the light bulb, so that It cast a circle of shadow across the bed. Barbara could not see her mother’s face. She tiptoed to the bed. The neighbor turned and put her finger on her lips. Mrs. Hawley lay with her eyes closed, her face white on the pillow. The neighbor beckoned Barbara out of the room. In the hall, Barbara grasped her arm. “Is she dead?” she choked. The wpman shook her head. “Don’t be frightened, dearie. She’s coming around all right. Had her eyes open a moment before you came in. We’ve sent fpr

.OUT OUR WAY—By WILLIAMS

Dr. Graham. Mrs. Bryan thought he was your family doctor. “Maybe it s just a faint. Come on down now and I’ll give you a bite to eat while we’re waiting for the doctor.” They found Mrs. Bryan already bending over the stove, stirring a kettle of soup. “Your mother was making this for dinner when she was taken sick,” and said to Barbara. "You’d better take some of it right away. You look as bad as she does.” Barbara shook her head. “I can’t eat. Mrs. Bryan. % When will Dr. Graham get here?" . “Any minute now. He said he’d come right away.” Barbara found herself mar.4nalled to a, chair and fed a -bowl of steaming soup against her protests. \Vhen she had taken the last spoonful at their insistent urging, she started up and ran to the front of the house. The doctor’s coupe was just pulling up. Bart ara met him at the door. He put his hand on her shoulder and smiled. . “Don’t look like that, Barbara. It’s probably nothing serious. Your mother's never been to gee me about it, a nyhoW. Maybe' she’s just over-tired." He up the stairs. Barbara sat down on the lowest step. For a long time she did not move. She could hear no sounds from above. At last Dr. Graham came down. She sprang to her feet. Her eyes questioned him. "Don’t worry too much, my dear,” he said, drawing on his gloves. “I can’t tell yet what it is, but I’ll have a specialist come around tomorrow and look at your mother. Don’t like the color of her skin much. But there’s no immediate danger. You’d beter go up and get ready for bed. I’ve given her a sleeping powder, so she won’t be able to talk to you tonight.” When he was gone, Barbara crossed the hall and picked up her coat, where she had thrown It across a chair at Mrs. Bryan’s first alarming news. As she picked It Op, two theater tickets fell out. She stopped, aghast. Tt was already well past theater time. She ran to the telephone and gave a number. “Hello, Bob, this is Barbara. My mother is very ill and I

forgot all about the English’s story. Do you suppose you\could run down and see the last act. So there will be some kind of story In the Telegraph tomorrow? I’m sorry to ask you, but I simply can t go myself. Bobs voice was sympathetic. "Surely. Babs, I'll go. Time to split up this poker game over here, anyway. I’m losing. But I’m mighty sorry about your ipother. Is it serious?” Barbara sobbed. “I’m afraid so. And oh, Bob, I was saying to you tonight that I could always depend on her. Just suppose she died’.” "Oh. now. Babs, don’t cross bridges. May'be she’ll be lots better in Die morning. Try to go to bed and get some sleep. You looked half sick yourself today.” Barbara hung up the receiver and climbed the stairs. She looked in at her mother's door. Mrs. Bryan was sitting in an armchair by the bed. She came to the door. “Go on to bed. dearie,’ ’she whispered. “Your mother's sleeping nicely and I’ll \fratch her for a while. Then Mrs. Goodhue promised to come back and sleep on the couch here,' in case Mrs. Hawley should wake. You can’t stay up all night and work all' day. And if your mother Is sick long, you’ll need your salary.” Barbara thanked her with a pressure of the hand and went on to her own room. Her bed was not turned back as usual. She undressed and crawled into it. Then she cried her self to sleep. • • • • Dawn found Mrs. Hawley still sleeping. Barbara crept down to a cheerless kltcheiy and made herself a cup of strong coffee and a slice of burned toast. Having told Mrs. Goodhue that she would get a nurse before the day was over, Barbara left for the interurban station. Wells greeted her with a glowering face. “Didn't see you at the show last night. Miss HaAdey. Thought you were going to rtvlew the show for us. Wife and I sat right behind the press seats and they werS empty.” Barbara turned a white face to-i ward him. "I wasn't Mr.

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FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS—By BLOSSER

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Wells. My mother was taken very 111 yesterday and 1. couldn't leave the house. I asked Bob to see part of the show and write a story.” Sh# was speaking defiantly. Wells gave her a short nod. "Oh, very well,” he said. “I'll write the story myself.” Bob Jeffries caJne straight to her. “Come out to breakfast with me, Babs. You could stand another cup of coffee, I know. You sneak out and met me in the lobby diownstairs. We ll fool the old boy.” “I’d like to,” answered Barbara. "He's been most heartless about mother.” Waffles and coffee brought back the spaxkle to her eyes. Bob’s friendly talk helped So reassure her and he pushed back her chair almost gaily. "Say, Babs,” said Bob, as they picked their way through the crowded streets back to the Telegraph office, “are you watching that Manners outfit? I think all Is not gold that glitters there and If I were you andk had started that story, I’d follow it up by hunting down the nigger in the wood pile.” Barbara frowned. “What's the use stirring up trouble, Bob?” she queried. “Oh, well, that’s Just a word to the wise. There’s going to be some kind of story, I’ll bet my hat and if the opposition gets it first, McDermott m£y blame you.” • • • Barbara’s mother did not improve. The house became a hushed place, with two nurses moving about silently, their white garments flickering on the dark old stairs and in the halls. Several weeks after the beginning of her mother’s Illness, Barbara received a summons from ijer mother's lawyer. "Your mother’s property has dwindled to practically nothing,” he told her. "I suppose you knew that she has been living on the TJrincipal this last year.” v Barbara had not known. She went back To the Telegraph office and opened a drawer in ller desk. It was half full of bills. Eme pulled them out and spread them on the desk. When McDermott came out of his

OUR BOARDING HOUSE—By AHERN

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office, she wss leaning on on* stboer.J staring hopelessly at the tnum oi papers. 1 He caviled her into his offloe a little later. "You will find an increase in your envelope Saturday,” he told her. Not before in the ni of the Telegraph had a reported been given two Increases of salaxy in two months. • • • SHE office of Manners, Stone and Reynolds was in an upheaval. Stone and several business associates stood in the outer offlco, talking earnestly. Office boys and stenographer answered '! telephone calls continually and j ushered new callers into the private rooms. Barbara opened the door andwalked into the outer office. “No, Mr. Manners is not here,” a stenographer was saying over a telephone. “I cannot give you any Information I about him, except that he said would be back in three days. Been gone three days now. Yes, I will I ask him to call you.” ? The woman turned and recognized I Barbara. She greeted her coidlyT; “What can I do for you?” “I came to see Mr. Manners,” rs< plied Barbara. “I’ve been told to get j a story from him.” “There is no story for the papers,” f said the woman, still more coldlyjfj "And Mr. Manners Is out of town/S Barbara looked around. Stone wa t t talking busily, Nobody seemed to have time foifl her. She went out into the hall anfl down in the elevator. j In the street outside, she turned back toward the Telegraph office. She wondered whether she had failed in her duty by not pushing the story farther. McDermoot might not b satisfied with her report. She went back into the building and climbed the stairs Instead of waiting for the elevator. On a land ing she, stopped for breath. The fire escape ran past the window on the landing, and on down the rear side : of thet building. Barbara started. / A man was coming stealthily I down the fire escape, carrying a grip! and a brief case. Barbara Jumped | back, startled. It was Manners. (To Be Continued)