Indianapolis Times, Volume 37, Number 219, Indianapolis, Marion County, 13 January 1926 — Page 10

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77,6 Love Dodger By VIRGINIA SWAIN

BEGIN HEBE TODAY Hresklne with her Banco. BRUCE REYNOLDS, because be opposes her ambition lor a career. BARBARA HAWLEY. a talented girl ol 25. sets a Job on the Indianapolis Telegraph. .JEROME BALL, a man about town, introduced to Barbara by 808 JEFFRIES, police reporter, takes her to a newspaper dinner at a roadhouse. While there she covers the story ox the suicide of a prominent local man in a private dining-room. She picks up a red scarf belonging- to the dead mans unknown woman companion. Bruce has poined the real estate firm ol Manners. Stone and Reynolds, which later collapses duo to the crookedness ol Manners. Lydia Stacy, a rich widow, is attracted to Bruce, but when he treats her coldly she Informs ANDREW MeDERMOTT. managing: editor ol the Telegraph, of the impending: crash. Barbara is assigned to the story, and Bruce blames her lor the publicity riven the firm's collapse. Barbara carries on a correspondence In tho lovelorn mluran ol the paper with a factory rirl named “Violetta.” Then she reads of Bruce’s marriage to VIOLETTA CRANBY, and realized she has helped another rirl win her former S shen Barbara’s mother dies, she mores into a small apartment with FANCY MeDERMOTT, daughter of the managing editor. Fancy comes in after midnight to find Barbara waiting lor her. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXVIII 1p | ANCY came in slowly and I p I closed the doo>\ She was ! I walking across the room toward the bedroom when Barbara spoke. “Fancy,” she said. The girl stopped, but did not look around. “Fancy,” Barbara repeated. “What is it?’’ said Fancy sullemy. “Where have you been?” “Out with a friend,” snapped Fancy, beginning her march toward the'bedroom again. "It’s very late indeed,” said Barbara gently. “What if it is?” cried Fancy, whirling around to face her. “I’m old enough to take care of myself. You needn’t worry, Barbara.” “Taking care of one’s self isn’t a matter of age) Fancy. I’m afraid your father wouldn’t like this, dear. He expects me at least to know where you are and whom you are with.”

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"Well, why don’t you give me a chance? I don’t mind telling you where I was. We went out to dinner at the Lighthouse and coming back we had a puncture and a blowout. That’s all.” “Even so, you must have left the Lighthouse rather late. It’s not a very good place for a nice girl early In the evening, Fancy, and toward midnight It gets worse.” Fancsy tossed her head. “Huh, I don’t see how you know anything about it, living here the way you do. Work day in and day out, no fellows or fun. Gosh —you don’t expect me to live that way, do you? I’d die!" Again she started f jr the bedroom. Barbara followed lier. “Listen, Fancy,” she said, “you’ve spoken like a very rude and boorish child. But It doesn't matter. All I care about is for you to behave as your father wishes. I am responsible to him, you know.” / / “Don’t you go and tattle, Barbara Hawley. You’ll be sorry If you do! Oh, how my head aches. Let me alone.” She ran into her bedroom and slammed the door. Barbara walked heavily to the front door and locked it. Then she turned off the lamps and went to get the milk bottles. She picked up the flower box in the kitchen and opened the door of the dumb-waiter to put it in. A card dropped out. It bore the name “Jerome Ball.” Fancy did not appear for breakfast. At last, when the toast was stacked on the plates and the coffee pot steamed on the breakfast table, Barbara knocked at Fancy’s door. “Are you ready for breakfast, Sear?” she called. There was no answer. “Fancy!” she called, with alarm In her voice. A sound of sobbing answered her. Barbara went back to the dining table and ate alone. McDermott looked up as she hurried past his office door. She turned

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FANCY M’DERMOTT’S BEHAVIOR becomes a problem FOR BARBARA—SHE WARNS JEROME BALL • ' 4. /

her head away, lest he ask her about Fancy. But he came to the door and called after her. “Good morning, Barbara? How are you and the youngster making It? I have a dinner date with her tonight. Want to come along?” “No, thank you,”, Barbara replied. and turned her’ eyes away. He turned back Into his .office with a sober face. Barbara plunged into the day’s work, attempting not /to think of Fancy or Jerome or of Violetta or Bruce. At 4:30 Barbara approached the city desk. “I’d like to go home now, Mr. Wells. I have an important engagement and my work is finished.” Wells gave her a curt nod and went on scratching copy. Barbara reached home shortly after 5. At 5:30 the door bell rang and she opened the door to Jerome Ball. He laid aside his hat and cane with a lordly gesture. '“By Jove, Babe, thig is great to be here. I n€ver thought you'd call up your old pal and invite him ’round.” Barbara detected a note of anxiety beneath the flippant words. “I would’nt have, Jerome, without good cause." "Cause?” “Yes, cause. There’s no use playing dead in this matter, Jerome. I know your game. In short, the sooner you stop running around with Fancy McDermott, the better for both of you.” Jerome raised his eyebrows.* "Zat so!” he mocked. Barbara waved his insolence aside. "If you don’t drop out of sight as far as Fancy is concerned, I shall teS her father all I know about you,” she persisted. “And I don’t think even your impudence is a match for him. I’d hate to have to bother him, but of course I'll do It, if there’s no other way out." Jerome seemed to be enjoying his clgaret- "Now daffodil, be reasonable.” The name maddened her. She turned on him. "Don’t try to bluff me. Jerome.” she warned. “Just as certainly as you keep up your at. tentions to Fancy, I shall tell her father .everything I know about you.”

BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES—By Martin

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"And what, pray, is that? Merely that I’ve flirted a bit and drunk a little and generally enjoyed myself. In a comparatively respectable way. You can’t hang a fellow on that, you know. Anyhow, the day is gone when fathers have such almighty power over their daughters. Bring on your McDermott. I’ll meet him.” Barbara straightened her shoulders. "I’m not pretending to know anything heinous about you, Jerome. This isn’t blackmail. But I do know you're heartless and fickle, where women are concerned. And I know that a. kid like Fancy has no chance of holding you for more than a few weeks. "It looks to me as though she were rather seriously smitten with you. Oh. yju have a manner, you know—end that’s enough to get women. "But you took that child last night to a roadhouse that is distinctly questionable. You drank whisky here with her before you left. Oh, yes you did —I found the blasses. And you brought her home after 1 o’clock in a state of exhaustion and nerves that kept her in bed all morning. “This sort of thing simply can't go on.” Jerome looked at her, half smiling. “Who do you think you are to interfere with my happiness or Fancy’s, either? "I’ll admit I’m fond of her, and I think she’s decidedly fond of me. Maybe you’ll realize that I do care for her when I tell you that I’ve broken with Angela. Angela’s a pale, spineless namby-pamby beside Fancy. I tell you that kid’s a knockout, all Are and go. And looks? Lord Almighty.” Barbara was holding her temper with difficulty. ‘No, Jerome,” she said, "it doesn’t comfort me to know you’ve turned down the other gill for Fancy. That sort of thing is a mere episode in your long career. The ladies you've turned down for other ladies would stretch from here to iiarlam if placed side by side. Fancy'll have her turn and then go like the rest.” Jerome shifted in his chair. “Well, is there anything xrforo to say? Guess I’ll be rambling aloiig.”

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"No,” answered Barbara, "there’s nohting more to say, but there are things to do.” Jerome laughed, his head thrown back. They heard the door open behind them. Fancy stepped into the room. She gave them a startled look. Then she stepped nearer. "Now," she said to Barbara, “I’m beginning to understand why you flung such a fit last night.” • • • mKROME sprang from his chair and took a step backward, as Fancy came toward them. Her eyes were fixed on Barbara. "It’s all quite plain now," she said. "Nice work, Barbara. I’m sure." She was leaning on the table behind Barbara’s chair, still gazing at Barbara’s white face. Jerome lifted a deprecating hand, but Fancy wheeled upon him. “There’s nothing for you to say either," she cried. “I see through you both all right. “Oh, but it’s lucky I came home early. If I hadn't, I’d/ never have known.” Barbara spoke with a great effort. "You're making yourself ridiculous, Fancy,” she said. “You’d better think before you speak, after this. Y’our manners and your words are Insulting.” Fancy laughed harshly. “And what if they are? I didn't mean ’em to be soothing. You'll find out, Barbara Hawley, that I’m not such a fool as you think, you and Jerome. “You try to break up my affair so you can have one of your own with him. Hot stuff! But I might have expected it—from an old maid like you. When they get to v be your age, they’re all man crazy.” “I say. Fancy, you’d better shut up.’’ Jerome was looking extremely unhappy. “Shut up yourself,” exclaimed Fancy. "I’ll not stay In the house another minute with you two. And I'll never come back either, Barbara Hawley.” Fancy picked up her gloves and purse from the table where she had dropped them, and rushed for the hall. They heard her rapid steps on the stairs outside. Barbara was starii g at the wall.

her hands tightly clasped. She seemed incapable of movement. Jerome stood In his place looking at her, his brows painfully puckered. "Barbara.” he said, "what are we going to do?” Barbara raised her head. "I don’t know,” she said, dully. They heard the honk of a taxi horn outside, and Jerome ran to the window. “I say, Barbara, she’s climbinginin a taxi.” The words brought Barbara to her feet. “We’ve got to follow her, Jerome,” she gasped, and rushed into her bedroom sos a wrap. Two minutes later she and Jerome' climbed into the blue roadster and wheeled about. Fancy’s taxi had stopped to turn around In a driveway and they had time almost to catch up with it. , Barbara sat silent in her corner. Jerome glanced uneasily at her from time to time. At last he spoke. "Barbara, I’m deuced sorry. I caused all this. What a little spitfire Fancy Is! I didn’t suppose it was in her. I’m sorry she said those things to you.” Barbara flashed an angry glance at him. "Don’t bother to apologize to me, Jerome, because she called me an old maid. I can stand it. The more I see of men the easier splnsterhood is to bear.” She leaned forward and saw the taxi wo3 getting farther ahead. “Hurry, hurry,” she cried lyBarbara began to twist her handkerchief. "If we don’t catch her,” she said, “what in the world can I say to her father? He trusted me.” The two cars sped on, across town. Barbara looked out as they passed a church steeple with a lighted clock. It said "Six-thirty.” She turned back to the man beside her. “Jerome!” she said, "Is she going to the depot? I believe she’s trying to make the six-forty-five back to Chicago!” Jerome started. “Lord, Barbara, she wouldn’t do that!” Barbara answere coldly. “You can not tell what she would do In this* mood, Jerome. That’s trouble In trifling with these hot-blooded, headstrong girls. Their emotions are dynamite and very often they are blown to bits by something that wouldn’t have hurt the old-fashioned girl of a few years ago.

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“Oh, I’m not so old myself, but I don’t belong to the flapper age—or, at least, to the flapper group—and I can see Fancy and her type very clearly.” * It was evident the car ahead was making for the Union Station. A train whistle sounded at the right. Before the roadster had entirely stopped, Barbara had Jumped from the running board. She looked wildly about her. A crowd of people, laughing and talking, blocked her way. Fancy was nowhere in sight. Barbara looked about for Jerome. He had fallen behind In the race. A length he came puffing up. Ills heavily lined face flushed and his eyes dull. "I say, Babs, don’t go so fast. A fellow can’t keep up with you.” Scorn mixed with her fury. "You effeminate fool,” she hissed. Jerome silently followed her. They came out upon the rail platform. The conductor was shouting “All aboard.” A girl ran toward them. She carried her velvet hat in one hand and her bobbed hair tossed high with every step. The girl ran toward the train, just as the porters were picking up their stools and preparing to swing aboard. "Fancy!” cried Barbara and grasped her. The force of the encounter took Fancy’s breath for an Instant. Then she struggled fiercely to free herself. .By this time Jerome had caught up with them. He, too, put out his hand to help Barbara. But she cried, “Don’t touch her!” During the moment of struggle the train pulled away. Fancy slumped in Barbara’s arms. “Why did you do it?” she sobbed. "I wanted to go. I’ll never stay here after this.” A curious group had begun to gather. Barbara put her arm under Fancy’s and started down the stairs. Jerome followed them. As soon as they had passed out of earshot of the crowd, Barbara turned toward him. 'lt’s time for you to get out," she said, her throat muscle tense. “We don’t need you.” “Why, Babs—gasped Jerome.

OUR BOARDING HOUSE—By AHERN

WEDNESDAY, JAN. 13,1926

But looking in her face, ho turned and went away. Fancy was crying too bitterly to notice anything. Barbara led her to the car and helped her in. Then she gave directions to the driver and climbed in herself/ They came baejt into Pennsylvania St. at last, and the cab stopped at the apartment building. Barbara remembered that she had not brought her purse. "PleAse wait,” she said to the driver and put her arms around Fancy, who was crying more quietly now. They went up the steps slowly and Barbara opened the door. She took Fancy straight to her bedroom. Then she ran back to pay the taxi driver, who tipped his hut and drove away, not without a curious glance at her haggard face. When she returned to the apartment she found Fancy’s door locked. She stood listening in the hall a moment and then tiptoed away. She remembered that she had had no dinner. In the kitchen she looked about. There was cold meat In the cup board and the tea kettle stood ready. She put It on the fire and laid a place for one at the kitchen table. There were still no sounds from Fancy's bedroom. When the gettle boiled. Barbara poured water in the little brown •teapot and sat down. Her head throbbed and her cheeks burned. She tried to nibble at the bread and meat. But she could not eat. She sipped the—eat and felt comfortable from its warmth and aroma. At last she rose and cleared away tho dishes, leaving the kettlo still oil the flames. She was just rinsing the cup and saucer when she heard Fancy’s door open noisily. Fancy waa coming through the hall. She stopped in the doorway to the kitchen and looked at Barbara. She was wearing a rose satin negligee and her hair was tossed about her tear-blotched, face. A tear or two still ran down her cheeks. Barbara did not speak. She went on putting away the dishes. "Barbara,” whispered Fancy, "I'm hungry.” (To Be Continued)