Indianapolis Times, Volume 37, Number 222, Indianapolis, Marion County, 16 January 1926 — Page 8

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Dodger By VIRGINIA SWAIN

BARBARA HAWLEY, 26. ilits BRUCE REYNOLDS, her and rets a job on thn Indlana.polts Telegraph. She wants to see life. 808 JEFFRIES, police reporter, becomes a close rfiend. He introduces her to JEROME BAM., man about town, and the three are at a roadhouse wherea a prominent man kills himself. Barbara finds a red scraf dropped by the suicides’ unidentified woman companion and connect# it with a red dress worn by LYDIA STACY. wealthy Bruce, meantime, enters a real estate firm promotinr Vale Acres. Mrs. Stacy Likes him, but he ignores her advances. She thereupon refuses to invest in the concern and tells ANDREW McDEiRMOTT. —managing editor of the Telegraph, that the firm is crooked. Shortly thereafter Manners. Bruces senior partner, abeonde with the funds. Bruce blames Barbara for the publicity given the affair. Barbara's invalid mother dies and Barbara takes an apartment, sharing it with McDermott’s daughter. Fancy who is in love with Jerome Ball. Barbara brings on a quarrel in her attempt to cure Fancy of her infatuation, Fancy accusing her of trying to get Ball for Bruce, meanwhile, marries VIOLETTA ORANBY, factory girl. Barbara learns she has helped Violetta win him through advice in her “lovelorn" column. She plunges Into work to forget. McDermott sends her to cover a convention of the National Federation of Women's Club She sees Manners, Bruce's absconding partner, in a hotel lobbv and wires McDermott. Manners is arrested and taken back to Indianapolis, where he incriminates Bruce. * When Mrs. Stacy refuses to help Bruce Barbara reminds her of the red asash she found in the roadhouse. NOW 00 ON WITH TH BKXORY *' S CHAPTER XXXI B ARBARA walked up the steps of the courthouse wearily. - Faces were turned in her direction as she entered the hall and made for the elevator, and she saw several persons tljelr companions and nod In her direction. She made her way between groups in the upper hall to the door of the courtroom. It was blocked with people. A bailiff, catching sight of her made a path through the crowd and ushered her to the press table, which was already surrounded by the representatives of other papers.

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One of the men leaned over _to speak to her. “You’ll be more In the spot light than the accused, Miss Hawley. Darn glad they convicted Manners, but this young chap looks like a square-shooter to me. Do you expect to be called as a witness?” Barbara shook her head. “Oh, no—at least I hope not.” She turned to look about the room. “It’s morshe said. “Reminds me of Dickens’ phrase for a courtroom crowd, ‘Blue-bottle flies seeking can-ion.’ Ugh!” The man to whom she had spokbn looked at her curiously. “I didn’t know you felt so strongly about this case,” he remarked. “I supposed the more publicity the story got, the better fqr you. Wow! but you’ve cleaned up on the Vale Acres crowd one after another, haven't you?” A Aim came across Barbara’s eyes. Sh could not gnawer. The crowd increased rapidly as the opening of the hearing drew near. Barbara leaned her head on her hand and closed her eyes. 'She did not open them again until the stir of the people rising at the entrance of the judge aroused her. She rose with the rest. Bruce was seated at a table near the dock. He did not see her. They were seated again, and the dreary ritual began. Barbara closed her eyes and tried not to listen. Then she heard Bruce’s name. Somebody was swearing him in. She opened her eyes with a _§tart and met his full gaze across the Intervening space. He gave no sign of recognition. Barbara Turned her eyes away and again surveyed the crowd. In a corner by a window sat a girl with a pretty, childish face. Barbara started and looked again. It was the girl who had walked with

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Bruce in the rain the day passed them in front of the chocolate' shop. Following her gaze the nearest reporter commented: “That’s Reynolds’ w‘ife. Hard to understand why he married her. Look at her. Perfect picture of dumb indifference.” The hearing went on. Barbara sat at the press table, scribbling notes now and then, avoiding Bruce’s eyes. At 3 o’clock the State’s attorney was still hammering away at his prey on crossexamination. “You mean to say that as a member of the Arm you did not know Manners’ plans?” Bruce set his chin. No,” he said. I didn’t.” s “You did not know that the company bank deposits were In Manners’ name?” reiterated the attorney, shaking a finger in Bruce’s face. Again the crowd saw Bruce’s chin tighten. “No.” The attorney plunged into ridicule. “Don’t yon know it will be the -jury’s duty to decide whether a member of a firm consisting of three partners could work for ihjlf a year with the other two and not know how the receipts of the firm Were kept, or whether titles to lots sold were clear?” Barbara moved restlessly. This would go on forever. She sat with her eyes glued to outer door. Bruce was at last dismissed from the stand. He fumbled at the railing surrounding the dock as he descended. Barbara turned her head away. Her eyes had filled with tears. She reached for her notebook. The afternoon's hearing was apparently about to close. A moment of quiet had gripped the room. Bruce's lawyers were conferring, their heads close together over the table. The prosecuting attorney was discussing some notes with his assistant. Bruce sat with his back to the crowd, his eyes fixed vacantly on the wall ahead. “Come on, Miss Hawley. We’ll make a quick get-away. wu pered the friendly reporter, and stopped. A stir had run over the room. From the doc-r at the back a wo-

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man had entered. She swept down the central aisle and her ivory dress and small coral hat made a vivid splotch against the drab gray of the courtroom. Women gasped almost audibly as she came. Barbara's gaze followed her. The woman went straight to Bruce Rey'nolds’ attorneys, ignoring Bruce himself. “I am Mrs. Lydia Stacy," she said to the lawyers. "I wish to testify for the defendant." No one stirred in the room. Bruce looked at Lydia. Barbara watched Bruce. Lydia stood beside the attorneys’ table, queenly. A bailiff who had been trying to open a window stopped abruptly, pole in hand. • • * • rrrno one could figure out why | Lydia had done it. McDeri . J mott called Barbara into his office as soon as -she returned from the courthouse. "What’s the answer, Barbara?” he asked. “What made her do it?” Barbara evaded his eyes. “How should I know?” she parried. McDermott bit the end off a cigar. “Damn dramatic. In that respect she ran true to form. But I got the idea the young chap had turned her down and that was why she got out of the business and also suggested the scandal on his company to me." "Perhaps she thought she had done a malicious thing and her conscience hurt her,” offered Barbara. Shucks! Women don’t have any, The longer I live in the world the better I know that women never repent anything except the sins they get caught at. They have no more honest-to-good-ness moral consciousness thaa a kitten. They are relentless opportunists. “Lydia Stacy never came Into court because of conscience. I’d be more willing to believe she came just to star in a spectacle. Rut even so. where her spite was aroused ■is it was against this gang. T don’t think she’d come without pressure from somewhere.” Barbara moved uncomfortably and rose to go. “It ought to be a good story tomorrow.” she said. McDer-

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mott’s eyes followed her Intently as she went out. * * * “Reynolds acquitted.” The high black letters in the afternoon papers screamed the message across the streets of Indianapolis. Barbara, coming out of the Telegraph building, read the Telegraph extra as she walked. “Mis. Stacy testifies for young architect. Jury out only half an hoyr. Ovation in Courthouse.” Down the column a passage read, “Mrs. Lydia Stacy testified this afternoon that Reynolds had asked her not to invest in Vale Acres until he had had time to investigate some circumstances that puzzled him. “She also presented a letter from Reynolds, written shortly before Manners’ disappearance. In he told her that he was working on some of the Vale Acres titles which seemed doubtful, and that he intended to go to Chicago to investigate Manners’ life before he came to Indianapolis. “The witness presented evidence that Reynolds would have exposed Manners the day Reynolds returned from his trip to Chicago had not the daily papers printed the story before he had the chance." Barbara read the paper feverishly. She had written most of the copy. But she was reading is now with Bruce’s eyes. As she waited for her car she read the article again. Someone jostled against her. She looked up. It was Bruce, with a laughing Violetta on his arm. lie looked straight at Barbara, without speaking or smiling. Then he and Violetta went on down the street. • • • Pr- ENNSYLVANIA St. was almost dark when Barbara u___J turned Into it that evening. She quickened her steps and looked toward the windows of the apartment. They were dark. She walked still faster, her heart' thumping unaccountably. An urchin dragging his kiddy car along the sidewalk In front of her jerked the vehicle out of her way. She had noticed him many times before, because he had so many dimples. He flashed them all at her In a broad smile. “No use runnin’,” he

said. “The pretty lady isn’t at home.” “How do you know, Tpmmy?” asked Barbara. “Saw her go away.” The child was busy with one wheel of the kiddy car. “Pretty blue car.” "A what?” Barbara gasped. “Pretty blue automobile. She waved %t me good-by.” Barbara began to run. She stopped a moment before she unlocked the door of the apartment. She was afraid to enter. The living room was empty. So were the other rooms. In the kitchen Barbara stopped and stared. The little breakfast table which they used for meals when there was no company was laid for supper. There was only one place. Barbara rushed to the front window and looked down the street. There was nobody to be seen but the youngster she had just talked to. He was dragging his kiddy car up the driveway across the street. Barbara ran out, not stopping to close the door. She called to him from the steps and he turned abound to look curiously at her. Barbara ran across the street and up the driveway. “How long ago did the pretty lady go away ip the blue car?” The child shook his head. “Don't know. My watch had stopped.” He proudly held up a wrist bearing a toy watch. Barbara bit her lips. “Try to think. Tommy. I want to know so badly.” Tommy smiled at her again, his dimples flashing. “Guess 'twas a hour ago. Or p’raps two or three.” Barbara wrung her hands. “Try to remember. Was she alone?” “Nope,” said Tommy, lightly. “There was a man with her. He had whiskers under his nose.” “Was she carrying anything, Tommy?” The wheel of the kiddy car had fulfilled its threat to drop off. Tommy sat down on the ground to work with it, his face screwed up in a frown. Barbara put her hand on his shoulder. “Listen, Tommy, was the pretty lady carrying any hags or bundles?” Tommy did not answer. He went

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on tugging at the wheel. Barbara took hold of his arm. "Please, Tommy, think for just a minute and tell me. It’s \>ery Important.” The boy jerked away from her. "Lemme go. I’ve got -to fix this kiddy car.” Barbara suddenly* sat down on the ter face bordering the driveway. Tommy looked up. and seeing her face, ran to her. “Don’t-feel so bad,” he said, putting out a little hand. “I ’spect she'll come back.” Barbara shook her head. “I’m afraid she won’t.” Tommy patted her hand. “Mebbe she will. I dunno whether she was carrying anything. I just saw her wave at me.” Barbara rose and wont back across the street. She went into Fancy’s room and opened the dresser drawers. They had been emptied. The closet was stripped, too. Barbara turned to ward the bed. A scrap of paper wac pinned to the pillow. She seized it. "Dear Babs—l’m sorry but I had to go. Jerome and I were married this morning, and we’ve gone to Chicago on our honeymoon. “It’s awful to leave you like this, but there wasn’t anything else to do. My heart was breaking, since you and dad wouldn’t let me see Jerome. “Love is all that matters, Barbara. I guess you don't understand.” The name was signed “Fancy Ball,” with a flourish. Barbara rushed Into the living room and picked up the telephone. She caught McDermott in his office. Before she had time to tell him happened, he Interrupted. “Yes, I know. A special delivery letter just arrived for ine. Fancy must have been on her way several hours now.” His voice was steady. “What can we do?” choked Barbara. “Oh, to think It should have happened while she was with me!” "Nonsense, Barbara. It couldn’t be helped. No one could have done better than you. And now that she’s done It, it’s up to us to hope for the best and if the worst comes, accept it. There’s nothing else we can do. Go to bed and try to forget about it.”

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JAN. 16, 1926

_ _ fj HEN Barbara entered Me Dei® \U mott’s office next day, alia found him reading the want ad section of the Telegraph with a broad smile on his face. He held the page out to her, his thumb pointing to a paragraph among the "houses for rent” advertisements. Barba >-a took the paper. “Beautiful residence in Irvington for rent Immediately. Long time lease If desired. Completely furnished. Seventeen rooms, five baths. Small electric elevator. Price low. Owner called to South Africa. Address B-l, care of the Indianapolis Telegraph.” “What does that make you think of?” asked McDermott. Barbara shook her head. “Noth-’ ing much,” she said listlessly. “Well,” he replied, “It’s Lydia Stacy’s house. And the electrlo elevator Is hers. "And most of all, does the ‘call* •to South Africa Identify her. Lydia always is called to some far corner of the earth just after the end of a love affair. She makes a break with Indianapolis each time, In the hope of forgetting the man. And then a year or two later she returns In perennial glory, with anew one on the string, or on the lookout for a home-town conquest. She’s a rare one." "She’s versatile, at any rate,” said Barbara. Jt “The last time she was call**® abroad, Norman Hollowell had just married another girl, after courting Lydia for a long time. “By Geot*ge, Hollowell’s suicide occurred Just after her return from Europe. I wonder If she could have been connected with the affair—(he woman companion—the red Hash!*’ Barbara was looking at the carpet. McDermott shot a shrewd glance at her. "What’s your theory, Barbara?" “I haven’t any," she said demurely. “Well," he mused. "I’d certainly like to get the low down on what made her testify for young Reynolds. It Isn't In nature for Lydia to relent.” (To Be Continued)