Indianapolis Times, Volume 37, Number 221, Indianapolis, Marion County, 15 January 1926 — Page 24

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77,6 Love Dodger By VIRGINIA SWAIN

BEGIN HEBE TODAY BARBARA HAWLEY Cii. provo-snlf-redianco and independence by inunjr her ilaiico, BRUOE Kr. i OiA)S. a,. architect! and th'Vtinsr a job on the Indianapolis Telegraph. Her ileaire to gee life ie gratified promptly. 808 JEFFTMES. police reporter, takeß her ot a roadhouse dui- ' per and introduces her to JEROME BALL, man about town. As they are talking' a prominent man seated' nearby kills himself. Barbara picks up a scarf rlrrtpiietl by hie unknown woman companion, , . Bruce,, meanwhile, enters the firm ot Manners, Stone Jk Reynblds, and an ambitious development. Vale Acres, is launched. LYDIA STACY, rich widow, takes a liking to him but he rcbuHs her. whereupon glie tells ANDREW McDERMOTT. managing editor of the Telegraph. that she believeß there is crookedness in the firm. Barbara, among 1 other duties. Conducts a lovelorn column and gives t advice to a correspondent. “Violetta, on how to land a “socially superior young man." Later ghe learns that Driico has married a factory girl, VIOLETTA GRANBY—the pile to whom she • lifts been giving advice. ' - ■ Barbaras mother dies. . Rarbrya shares an in-tbwn apartment with McDermott's daughter. FANCY Who is in love with Jerome Ball. .Unable to argue her out of her infatuation, - Barbara sends for Ball, and Fancy, walks m as the two are talking. She accuses Barbara of trying to steal Jerome for herself to keep from being an old maid, but after a bhort spat there is a reeoncilation. _ , ... McDermott asks Barbara if she wants to cover the convention of the General Federation of Women s Clubs, NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXX •rrnARBARA gasped. “The big women's convention? Not , really?” McDermott smiled. “Yes,” he said, “Jeffries will go ahead and give us protection on all the preliminaries. He’ll stay through the Convention. You’ll only have to worry about the interviews and so forth.” “Os course I’m thrilled over it, Mr. McDermott,” answered Banbara, her cheeks glowing. “When do I leave?” “In about two weeks,” was the answer. * • * SHE time passed quickly. Barbara bought new clothes. Thq day came at last. Barbara found herself the center of Interest in the Telegraph, staff, as she closed her desk and turned to leave. McDermott came to the outside gate of thd office with her. “Keep a stiff upper lip, Miss, Hawley,” he said. “There’ll be terrible confusion. And you’ll be lucky if the hotel holds that room we reserved for you. Rooms will be 'as scarce as hen’s teeth this'ifionth. But If you get in trouble of any kind, wire me.” Barbara bade him goodby and caught a taxi. She found Fancy in the kitchen, employed in the unaccustomed work of getting dinner. The girl blushed as Barbara entered. “I think I’ve burned nearly everything, and this gravy’s curdled, Babs,” she apologized. "But I was determined you shouldn’t have to stand out here over this stove after you got home. You must be too excited to breathe.” “Too tired to breathe, instead.” Barbara’s train was to leave at !( o’clock. She dressed, finished her packing and was ready to leave the house at eight. Fancy hung about visibly struggling against tears.

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Barbara stopped once and laughed. “Really, Fan, you act as if I were going to die, or something. Don't lie foolish. I’ll be back in a few days, and you’ll have a good rest while I’m gone.” “You needn’t worry, Babs,” she cried. “I Won’t commit any crimes while you’re gone. I’ll not see anybody you don’t want me to see.” “I know you won’t, dear,” she said, as she went out to the waiting taxi. As she went down the steps a boy rushed up and handed her a box of flowers. In the taxi she opened them and found Jerome Ball’s card with the single word “Apologies.” At the convention city the station was thronged. She found a taxi and drove to the hotel. Its lobby was still more crowded than the station. The room had been held, to her great relief. She unpacked the new dresses and lay down for a nap. There would be nothing to do till tomorrow. At dinner In the bronze room, she met several other newspaper women. They accepted her easily as one of the tribe. Avery thin woman with snappy black eyes leaned across the table to speak to her. “It’s going to be a great picnic, my dear. If you’ve never done it before, you’d better 'stick clqse to me.” Barbara smiled back at her. “I shall probably need your help. What paper do you write for?” The older woman flushed. “No special paper now. I'm a free lance.” Barbara thought she caught a flicker of amusement across the faces of the two women who overheard the remark. After dinner, the women reporters went sight seeing. They wandered through the old public square, where fountains played and ran down little cascades over lily pads. The spot of green was shut in by high gray buildings. Molly Perkins, the black-eyed woman, walked beside Barbara. She talked constantly, telling anecdotes, quoting' witty sayings, commenting on life, with always a faint strain of defiant braureadoria. Bartxira ltsttened, wonderingly. Part # of the crowd decided upon motion pictures for entertainment. Barbara and several others declined to go. "Come back to the hotel with me. Miss Hawley,” said Miss Perkins. "We’ll go up to my room and have a good talk.” Barbara assented, somewhat Unwillingly. Miss Perkins’ room proved an enigma. It was cluttered with nondescript articles. There were two magnificent Spanish silk shawls, a milk bottle, an array of high-heeled ■Uppers, a stack of copy paper on he floor, a broken fan on a chair and a much battered old trunk in one corner.

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JJTHILE ATTENDING THE FEDERATION CONVENTION yy BARBARA DISCOVERS MANNERS A T THE HOTEL

/“You see before you the sole fruits of a misspent life,’’ said Miss Perkins. “Anybody that'd choose newspaper work deserves what he gets. That’s all I say. Though it Isn’t so bad for those of us who make a success.” Barbara looked at the woman’s shabby shoes and at the lines between the sharp black eyes. “Yes," continued Molly, "It's going to be a great game this time. I can show you the ropes If you like. I’ll sell my stuff to several of my regular magazines and syndicates. Always a market for it, you know. conduct you around.” Barbara fidgeted slightly. “Thank you, I fear you’ll be tpo busy to bother with me. But I may call sot help.” The woman brightened. “I’ve beer. In the game twenty long years, nay dear,” she said. Again Barbara glanced at the cluttered room and the old trunk. She shivered ever so slightly and rose to go. “I think I’ll go to bed, Miss Perkins. I’m very tired.” Molly Perkins reluctantly followed her to the door. As Barbara put her hand on the knob, the other woman said, “Oh, by the way, could you lend me $lO until Saturday? I ought to have a draft that hasn't got here yet.” Barbara looked in her purse. "I haven’t It In cash, but I’ll go down and get a traveler's check cashed for you.” The woman's smile was brilliant. “Thank you so much.” Barbara caught an elevator. The lobby was still crowded with laughing groups of women. Barbara caught glimpses of several faces known to the national eye. She walked along, fascinated with the novelty of the experience. As she neared the cashier’s window, a man. came, hurrying around a corner. His face was sleek and his eyes were uneasy. Barbara stared at him. - Then she hastened to the hotel register. The clerk opened the recent pages for her, and she ran her finger down the column of arnvals. She stopped at the name, "Win* throp R. Mannering.”

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Then she rushed to the telegraph booth near the elevator. She found a pad and a pencil. In a moment she handed a scrawled message to the maq behind the counter. “Rush that through,” she said. ARBARA went back to her ILJ I room to await the answer. ‘ U I She had sent the telegram to McDermott’s home. Nine o’clock, 10 o’clock came and went. There was no word. At 11 o’clock Barbara decided that the reply would not come till morning and made ready, for bed. As she was brushing her hair there was a knock at the door. The bellboy handed her a yellow envelope. “Indianapolis police chief wiring authority for arrest of Manners. Better get in touch with headquarters, and return with Manners and deputy, Manner’s story more important than convention. Keep in touch with me.—McDermott.” Barbara sat down on the bed a moment and tried to catch her breath. • • • f '1 PLAIN clothes man met her 1 A in the lobby a little later. “How’ll we know which room he’s in?” he asked when Barbara had introduced herself. “I think he’s registered as Winthrop Mannering. It’s the only name on the book that even resembles his own. Let’s see if Mannering person is in his room.” The telephone operator rang a room on the sixth floor. “No answer,” she said, turning-to Barbara and the detective. “If we sit behind these pillars and watch, we may see him come in,” said Barbara. They found two shaded chairs. “You’re sure you know this guy?” queried the detective. “Can't take any chances on mistaken identity, you know. A suit for false arrest is a nasty tiling for a chap in my profession.” “No danger,” Barbara assured him. It was past midnight when the man whom Barbara had seen came through the main entrance of the hotel. Ho was walking very fast.

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Barbara and the detective saw him go straight to the clerk. The clerk handed him a slip of paper and he took It to the cashier. “He's paying his bill,” whispered Barbara. “That means he’s checking out. Perhaps he’s seen me.” They waited without revealing themselves until the -man had received his change and caught an elevatqr. They took the next one up. Manners was just unlocking his door when the detective touched him on the shoulder. The man started painfully and turned about, his eyes falling on Barbara. His shoulders drooped aiyi he stood still. "Probably don’t need to tell you what for,” drawled the officer. “You know ail about that little affair back in Indianapolis.” “Yes,” said Manners, and then lifting his eyes to Barbara’s face: “Damn you.” She shrank back against the wall. “You can go along, Miss Hawley,” said the detective. ‘‘We’ll run down to headquarters and I'll let you knoW the plans about this fellow.” Barbara turned and fled. When she reached her room, she was shaking. The call from headquarters came half an hour later. "We’re taking' him back to Indianapolis tomorrow afternoon. He’s waived extradition.” Barbara hung up the receiver. She rushed to the desk in her room, wrote the story of Manners' eapture for her paper and hurried down to the telegraph office. It was nearly two o’clock when she went to bed. She was awakened, at eight o’clock by the telephone. Mollie Perkins’ querulous voice came over the wire. "Why, what became of you. my dear? You said you’d go down to the cashier and come right back. I waited and waited, but you didn’t come. Couldn’t get you by phone either. Do you think that’s a nice way to play?” The petulance of the question angered Barbara. “I'm very sorry, Miss Perkins, but I forgot all about it. Something more important happened. I’m leaving for home this afternoon. *’

''“Oh!” the exclamation was sharp. Barbara hung up. The trip back to Indianapolis was very different from the one Barbara had taken two days before. i The deputy stayed with his prisoner in a stateroom the whole way. Only once did Barbara catch Manners’ eye in passing through the car. He glared with hatred. The station was crowded with curious people when *the trig alighted from the train. Barbara looked about her, at the staring men and women on the platform. She left Manners and his guard and ran for a taxi. McDermott was waiting for her at the Telegraph office. “Great stuff, Barbara,” he said, holding out his hand. “Sorry it happened just in time to spoil the convention for you. But Indianapolis is wild. We’re going to need everything you know about the Manners case.” He went to the files and pulled out an extra. “Girl Reporter Captures Missing Realtor,” said tho banner headline. “Miss Barbara Hawley of the Telegraph Finds Jonathan Manners. On Way Home With Prisoner.” “Now you see why we had to send for you,” smiled McDermott. “Made the story twice as big. Barbara was reading the story. She covered her face for a moment. “I’ll never be able to hold up my head again. Mr. McDermott, after this grandstand play.” McDermott laughed. “Oh, yes, you will. You’ll be a town heroine, and you’ll be surprised to find how much you like it. It’s a darn picturesque story, and you should make the most of it.” In the news room, Byers, the dramatic critic, gave her a slow smile. "How does it feel to be a heroine. Miss Hawley?” Barbara flushed. "Please drop that. I may have to stand it outside. but the Telegraph office* ought to stand by me.” “Sure, well stand by you,” answered Byers, "even though your champion. Bob Jeffries, is here no more. They’ve got an awkward kid named Morrison doing his work.” As if in echo to his words, Jimmy jumped up from the dictation tele-

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phone and called to Wells, "Morrison wants to talk to you In a hurt-y!” Ever;; head in the office went up ,and eyes fastened on Wells' face as ho talked. “New banner for the final," he said to his assistant, as he hung/ up. “Manners has decided to talk. Told police this afternoon that young Reynolds knew the whole scheme and meant to meet him in Chicago to split the loot. Said the hue and cry scared him off.” Barbara leaned against the desk. Byers put a hand on her arm. "Why, Miss Hawley, what’s the matter? You aren’t going to faint, are you?” His words trailed off into sllnce. Barbare wondered what they meant, as she slipped from his grasp to the floor. When she awoke, the entire staff was gathered around her. "Fine new headline,” said somebody. “Girl reporter, feat accomplished, faints on reaching home office.” Barbara sat up. “Don’t you dare,” she said, in a tremulous voice. Then she began to cry. Someone ordered a taxicab and put her in it. When she reached home Fancy ran down the steps to meet her and fling her arms about her. “Gosh, it’s been so lonely here, Barbara —but what’s the matter?” Barbara walked Into the living room. "I’ve got something to do just now, Fancy. And if I don’t do it, I’m going to be blamed for a great injury to someone I used to be very fond of.” The girl backed away, staring. She asked no questions. Barbara went Into her own room. A half hour later she emerged, dressed for outdoor. Fancy looked at her inquiringly, but received no reply. Barbara went out. When she rang the bell at Lydia Stacy’s door, the same white-capped Della answered the ring. She greeted Barbara with a broad smile and called her by name. "I never forget those I like, miss,” she explained, leading tho. way to the drawing room. It was some time before Lydia Stacy appeared. "How do you do, Miss Hawley?” The greeting was perfunctory "What is it now?” Barbara took a step nearer. “I'm

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not here for the Telegraph time, Mrs. Stacy.” Tho woman’s eyebrows went up. "No?” she remarked uninterestedly. “No,” repeatod Barbara crisply. “I’m here to talk to you about Bruce Reynolds.” Lydia Stacy's shoulders straightened. “What can we possibly have to say- about him?” "This is the< -situation.” Barbara talked - rapidly. 'Tve come hack with Manners, and -Manners has implicated Bruce in the scandal. I know he isn’t guilty. You know it too, even better than I do, for you were involved in the project. I want you to testify for Bruce.” Lydia Stacey met Barbara’s earnest eyes. She shrugged her shoulders. “Whit an extraordinary thing to do. I scarcely understand why you should seek me out in my own house to makq so unaccountable a request. J absolutely nothing about the affairs of Bruce Reynolds or the Vale Acres Company. And I fall to see why you should bother yourself about him, either.’’ The girl drew herself up, “I am bothering myself because I was once very fond of Bruce Reynolds.” she said, “and this Is the second time that fate has made me the instrument of ruin to him. I won’t bear It. I tell you I won’t bear that he should blame me. I’m going to clear him, and you are going to help me!” 1 Astonishment and fury vied In Lydia’s faco. "Indeed, Miss Hawley!" y Barbara was standing by her dhair. Lydia rose too, so that her red brown eyes flamed into Barbara’s. “You are in my house without invitation. I made a mistake first of all in Inviting you to the reception. You brought an escort dressed like a figure out of the comic strips. You made my party ridiculous. And now you come back -/to intrude upon me.” Barbara was fumbling In her pocket. “The party—that reminds me. Do you remember a red party dress—and a red scarf?" She laid a piece of red silk In Lydia’s hand and went out. (To Be Continued)