Indianapolis Times, Volume 37, Number 216, Indianapolis, Marion County, 9 January 1926 — Page 8

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Lo ye Dodger By VIRGINIA SWAIN

BEGIN HERE TODAY BARBARA HAWLEY. 25. wll witol and talented breaks with Tier fiance, BRUCE REYNOLDS, and treta a job on the Indianapolis Telegraph, wtajt menH in g ed i tor. ANDREW McDKRMOTT. is a former friend of her father. Slie makes friends v ttli 808 •li d-p-BIBS, and with him rovrrs a ski ride of a prominent man in a roadhouse, where she pinks np a red scarf belonging- to the dead mau's unknown woman companion. . Barbara nukes the acquaintance of JEROME HALL. a man about town. Bniof has joined the real estate firm of Manners. Stone & Reynolds, which is promoting a huge civic development scheme. MRS. LYDIA STACY, a rich widow, refusee to invest in it aiter Bruce fails to respond to her blandishments. Barbara receives and prints in hiT lovelorn column many letters from a gir! named Vio'etta. When she sees the announot ment of Bruce's marriage to VIOLETTA CRANBY. a factors’ girl, she realizes that through her column she has directed Violettas campaign to catch him. Barbara's mother is taken very ill. In the building where Bruce's firm lias its offices Barbara sees Manners, the senior partner crawling down the fire escape, tils stenographer has just told her ho was out of town. NOW GO ON WITH THE BTORY CHAPTER XXV _ -i ANNERS crept, past the win-' |W|| dow without seeing: her, and on down the fire escape. Barbara stood still on the stair landing. *At last'she caught her breath and Started back down the stairs at a tun. She reached the front sidewalk just in time to see a taxicab turn into the alley which led to the fire escape at the back of the building. Barbara hailed another taxi. Her cab wheeled into the alley as! Manners’ cab left it at the other end. She called to the driver to hurry and then settled back in the tonneau. They came out into the street at the end of the alley. Manners’ cab was not far ahead. Barbara’s driver was speeding, but the ear ahead increased its speed also. She expected it to turn toward the railroad station, but it did not. The chase went on through the streets of the city and out into the country. Barbara was beginning to wonder whether Manners meant to travel across country in a. hired cab, when she noticed that they were following the railroad tracks. A whistle sounded not far away. The car ahead shot forward, cut sidewise suddenly and came to a stop exactly on the railroad tracks. Barbara thrust her head out of the cab and saw a train coming from the direction of town. Manners’ car still sat on the rails.

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The driver jumped out and ran down the side of the track bed, waving his coat about his head. Manners did not get out of the tonneau. Barbara shuddered. It seemed certain death for man in the taxi. The train came on. with no slackening of speed. Barbara looked again. The taxi driver was still s+mning up and.down, waving the coat. The great locomotive made the last curve and came to a stop. Barbara saw Manners Jump from the car and run for the train. The engineer was shouting at the cab driver, who was running back to his machine. Manners made a leap for the train steps, the taxi driver was in, his seat and the car moved off the tracks. In a moment the limited wa/on its way again. As it shot past, Barbara saw Manners hurl something at the cab driver from the platform on which he stood. The man picked up the object, pocketed it and drove away. Barbara's driver put his head through the window. “Where to now, miss?” “Back to the Telegraph toffice as fast as possible.” Every telephone was in use when she entered the editorial room. She jerked .Timmy bodily out of the dictation booth and called the bank. The cashier there was a friend of hers. “Have you heard anything about,, the Manners, Stone & Reynolds bunch?” she asked him. “Where is Manners?” "Haven’t heard anything about the company,” he replied, “but Manners himself just closed his account, and heal it in a great hurry. Queer proceeding all the way through. What’s up?” But Barbara had replaced the receiver. McDermott was busy with a caller when she left the telephone booth. She paced the office restlessly, so that Miss Badger gave her a disapproving look, and Jimmy asked what was the matter. At last the caller departed and Barbara burst into the managing editor’s office! “I’d rather not tell you this,” she said, “for many reasons. But I must. Manners just skipped town with his baggage. His bank says he closed his account this afternon. And his

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‘SWINDLE’ TRIAL IS SET

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T)A REAR A TRAILS MANNERS AS HE FLEES FROM HIS OFFICE AND LEA VES THE CITY

office is telling every one that he’s been out of town severaj days.” McDermott slowly laid down his P pe. “Zat so?" he asked. His eyes were curiously sleepy. Barbara clasped her hands. “Bob says there’s a nigger in the woodpile of that company anyway. And something is surely amiss in Manners'. way of leaving. He sneaked out of town in a taxi, stopped the oast-bou nh limited and jumped aboard. I’ll bet he never comes back, to Indianapolis—at least of his own accord.” McDermott rose and pressed a button. Jimmy appeared. “Tell Wefts and the foreman to come here.” “What are you going to do?” almost whispered Barbara, clasping ber hands more tightly and watching his face. “Book here. Miss Hawley, don’t fret about this business. It isn’t your fault if we have to wreck Bruce Reynolds’ company. I’ve been watching ’em ever since Lydia Stacy ’paid her last visit,to me. You know that lady never pays a visit without a purpose.” Barbara gasped. “She didn’t —" "Xes. she did. Gave me the hint that the company was rotten, •without ever committing herself. Suggested that she had discovered its rotteness and that is why she decided not to go into it. I’m inclined to think there was another reason. She hasn’t been seen with this young Reynolds since the night of (he party.” • Wells and the foreman entered the office. “Going to extra, boys, Just as soon as we get the last dope on this Vale Acres gang. Miss Hawley saw Manners skip town in a taxi and says his office is lying about his whereabouts. “Get ready and wait for orders. You. Wells, look up all we’ve prints ed on the project so far, and get the names of heavy investors, ought to be a slicker list that will knock t.heir eyes out. Miss Hawley, you call Manners’ home and ask about him, then rush over to see Stone and Reynolds and report what they say at once.” Barbara found herself in the ele-

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vator going down within a moment or two. She climbed the steps ig the office building for the third time that day, and found the hall outside \he Manners, Stone and Reynolds office deserted. - The reception office was also empty when she went into it. The haughty stenographer entered from an inner corridor. “I told you Mr. Manners was not in town,” she snapped before Barbara had time to speak. Barbara threw her head back. “I don’t want to see Mr. Manners. I happen to know too well that he can’t be seen. But I want to see Mr. Stone or Mr. Reynolds.” The woman seemed surprised at her sharp retort. “Mr. Stone is in his private office,” she said, “and Mr. Reynolds is also out of Town — not expected back until tonight.” Barbara went through the office to Stone's private room. When Barbara entered the office he started up and gave her a troubled look. / \ “Yes,” he said, in answer to her Introduction of herself, “I saw you in the office today. I regret that Mr. Manners is -not here to tell you what you want to know." “Mr. Manners would not be likely to tell me If he were here,” remarked Barbara coolly. “What do you mean?” “Just this,” she replied. "I saw Manners leave this building by the fire escape not ten minutes after your office girl had said he was out of town. He caught the east-bound limited and I think there's something wrong. The bank tells me he's just closed his account. Stone turned gray. He swallowed several times before he could speak. "Now, Miss Hawley, let’s not be hasty. Great harm can be done by jumping at conclusions in a time like this. For God’s sake. Miss Hawley, give us a chance. It's a civic matter. “And if the public loses faith in this company, thousands of dollars will be lost. If the papers will only help us. we'll pull through all right and explain everything.” “The Telegraph will not be too anxious to help you slim-slam the public," said Barbara slowly.

OUT OUR W AY—By WILLIAMS

Stone’s face worked. He put his head down on his arms and began to cry. Barbara saw that there was no use in waiting. She 'left the office. ‘On what train do you expect Mr. Reynolds?” she asked the woman in the outer room. "On the 8 o'clock from the East," replied the woman. Barbara hurried back to the Telegraph office, and into McDermott s 'private room. "Look here. Miss Hawley,” he said. “We’ve got this story sewed up, I think. And we’re, not entirely sure of the facts yet. I’ve decided to hold off until timorrow morning and extra early, to catch the crowds on their way to work. You've done your share. Now you can go home.” To his great surprise, instead of going. Barbara sat down opposite him and began to cry. McDermott laid down his pipe nervously. He looked about for help. Seeing none, he said to her. "look here, Miss Hawley. You’re wearing out under this life.' What’re you going to do about it? You’re a darn good newspaper woman, but damned if I don’t hate to see you give way as you are doing lately. “Why don’t you get married?” Barbara only sobbed the harder. “There, I didn’t mean that impertinently. But sometimes I wonder how on earth you happen to be in this game. I know you're the kind of woman who’d want to marry just to stop working. But why kill yourself in a newspaper job? "You see I’m talking like your father’s friend, now, not like your boss.” Barbara was crying harder than ever. “Bruce Reynolds w r ill believe that I’ve ruined him,” she choked. • • • rjT’l ARBARA slept little that D night ’ 1 1 All at once she was out of bed as a sound came from her mother’s room. Barbara snatched her bathrobe from a>hair and ran into the hall. Barbara stole to the door and listened. Someone w r as stirring inside. She pushed The door open. The night nurse lay asleep on her cot. Mrs. Hawley was sitting upright in bed, her head drooping.

“Mother dear.” wdiispercd Barbara, slipping into the room noiselessly. “What's the matter.” “Babs, dear,” she said huskily, and Barbara’s heart almost stopped. Her mother’s voice was so unfamiliar. She sat down on the bedside and put her arm around her shoulders. “Are you feeling worse, mother? Shall I call Miss Upton?” The older woman shook her head, feebly. “No, I w’ant to talk to you, Barbara. We may not have another chance.” Barbara choked. _ “Nonsense, mother darling. Dr. Graham told me today you were on the mend. You mustn't let these night thoughts get hold of you. In a few days you’re going to be sitting up by the dining room window, with Kfki singing in his cage beside you. Just wait.” “Perhaps. Babs —and perhaps not. But anyhow, I want to talk to you now r .” “All right, mumsy, but don’t ever say such gloomy things again. They’re not true and I. can’t stand them. What’s on your mind?” “Just this, Babs,” her mother replied, slowly. “I’m worried about you. It seems to be you’re living a miserable life. Day after day, I’ve watched you and feared for you. How long can you go on like this? You’re missing everything that makes life worth living.” Mrs. Hawley sank lower in the bed from the effort of speaking. “Why, honey,” replied Barbara, “I'm not leading such a hard life. It’s long hours and heavy work, but I like it. And you know I wanted my own life. You mustn’t worry about me.” Her mother was not listening. “If I should go. Barbara, what would become of you? It terrifies me. I’m afraid to die because of it. You’ll be knocked around with nobody to care what happens to you. “It isn't the old maid part of Ik that is so awful—it’s the being alone in your later years—-not having any place that belongs to you. I’m afraid T should not have encouraged you to give up Bruce.” Mrs. Hawley's head drooped sideways on the pillow. Barbara saw tears glistening. Her own mouth tightened. “Listen, mother dear, I’m all right, I’m one

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of those restless souls who can never be satisfied to belong anywhere. If I were tied to a home and a man, I’d be kicking over the traces in a year or two and going out for adventure. .And that would be worse than the life I’m in now. “As for Bruce,” —her voice was harsh—“he’s proved what sort he is by marrying his Violetta. You ought to thank God you backed me up ft* that.” * Mrs. Hawley reached for her hand. “There’s nothing in all the world so fearful as loneliness, Babs,” she said. “We all have to go through life more or less by ourselves. Nobody can meet the crisis with us. But just to have somebody who loves us —that’s the only defense there is against the hold.” Barbara stood looking at her helplessly. “What is it you want me to do, mumsy?” she asked. “I’d do anything to make you happy.” Mrs. Hawley raised her eyes to Barbara's. They were glittering with fever. “Promise me that if love ever comes again, you'll take it. Barbara.” The girl turned her head away. “That's a large promise, mumsy,” she said. “I don’t trust love. And it won’t come again. But I’ll always be able to take care of myself.” She spoke brightly. The woman in the bed stirred restlessly and slipped down among the pillows. “It's a terrible thing—this living.” Barbara went back to bed and to sleep almost at. once. Youth and health demanded their due. In the/ morning, when Barbara awoke, (me found her mother much better. Miss Upton, the nurse, arranged a breakfast table by the bed, where Barbara could eat with her mother. Mrs. Hawley was brighter than for many days, and listened cheerfully while Barbara talked. But sometimes a shadow pissed accross her drawn face. A newsboy out on the street shouted “Wuxtry.” Barba.’’a ran to the window. She knocked on the window and beckoned to him. She met him with the necessary pennies on the front porch. “Big real estate swindle,” said he, his freckled face beaming at her.

OUR BOARDING HOUSE—By AHERN

SATURDAY, JAN. 9,1926

Barbara tore the paper open. Black scare headlines told th? story: “Millions lost in Vale Acres. Manners skips town with entire bank account of firm. Hundreds of local people li't.’ Barbara turned faint. “What was the extra. Barbara?" called her mother as she passed through the hull. “Just some big business story, mother. Barbara reached the Telegraph of flee an hour late. “How come. Bar bara?” asked Bob. "Seems to me you’re neglecting your precious Kay reer.” He stopped at sight of her face. Wells looked up. “Miss Hawley," he cried testily. “Where on earth have you been? It's almost 8:30. Young Reynolds was expected in on the 8 o’clock train, and I wanted to send you to meet him and get a statement. You’re the only one that knows this story all the way through.” He was running through a pile of clippings and did not see Barbara's white face. “Dash over at once and see if you can catch young Reynolds. Get some kind of statement." “I will ask for a statement. Mr. Wells, but I won’t do more than ask.” ’ Barbara left, the Telegraph office In the building where Bruce had his office Barbara found herself in a crowd that stormed tho eli-vntot’ Men were gesticulating and wumeJ were tnlklng in high pitched voices™ When the car reached the floor on which the Manners, Stone & Rey nolds office was located, the crowd poured out. Barbara was thrust forward against her will. Men were blocking the door of the suite. Barbara pushed through the throng and set out for a rear door, which opened around tho corner,Tier heart was pounding and her head felt giddy. The door opened in front of her and Bruce came out. He was bare headed and walked, as though unconscious where he was. Barbara saw a ruffled lock of hair standing up on his head. She gave a little gasp and ran toward him. Bruce did not seem to see her. (To Bo Continued)