Indianapolis Times, Volume 37, Number 224, Indianapolis, Marion County, 19 January 1926 — Page 10

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CITY OFFICIALS GUESTS Kiwaniana Invite Mayor Duvall and Official Family. Kiwaniana will have as special guests at luncheon, Wednesday at the Claypool, Mayor Duval! and twenty members of his official family. O. D. Haskett and John A George, members of the board of safety, Kiwunians, will greet the mayor and the members of Ills administration. J. C. Hardesty is chairman of the program committee. L. V. Schneider, secretary to Duvall; Police Chief Claude F. Johnson. Fire Chief Jess A. Ilutsell; Alvan Rucker, corporation counsel; John K. Ruckelshaus, city attorney; William C. Buser, city controller, and work, safety, health and park board members will be in the party. FIRE CHIEF NEAR DEATH Accident, Fatal to Three, May Claim Another Life. Ru Ignited Prt•** VINCENNES, Ind., Jan. 19.—Fire Chief Dan Decker today hovered between life and death in the local hospital suffering from injuries sustained when the truck on which he was riding collided with another machine. Decker’s skull was fractured in the accident which cost the lives of three of his fireman and seriously injured Thomas Russell, of Bruceville, driver of the car which collided with the truck.

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BARBARA LEARNS THAT BRUCE AND VIOLETTA -O REYNOLDS ARE PARENTS OF A SON ■

bara takes an apartment with * ncy, , McDermott’s daughter. Eanmr la In love with Jerome Ball, man about town, and when Barbara tries to oure the girt of her Infatuation Fancy accuse* Barbara of wanting him herseu. v Bruce weds VIOLETTA CRANBY, factory 'r 1r 1 he ‘’met" through Iru-bara a •'lovelorn” column. Barbara, at a National Federation of Women s Liuba cun* vendor., **oe Manners uml haa him brought bock to Indianapolis under charge*. He implicates Bruce. Barbara emtronts Mrs. Stacy . with the red scarf Ip an effort to get the widow to help Bru<*. At the last moment In J truce's trial. Mrs btacy dramatically takes the stand ill his defense and he Is acquitted. , Fancy wed* Jerome Balt. Buroara. in calling the hospitals lor births and death*, almost faints when the clerk mention* a familiar name. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXXIII mHE clerk at the other end of the wire repeated the name. Barbara clung to the receiver with her left hand. Her right hand lay idle on the pad of paper, the pencil beside it. At last she thanked the hospital clerk and hung up. She picked up the notes she had made of the other Items, and went out of the telephone booth. “Hurry up, there, Miss Hawley,” called Wells. “The hospital column ought to be up In a few minutes.” She neither answered nor looked at him, but went straight to her desk and put a sheet of paper In her typewriter. She copied the items scrawled on the pad of scratch paper —the beginnings and endings of human lives. The typewriter ground out paragraph after paragraph, dry, bloodless as a market report. One by one, Barbara marked off the items on the pad until none was left. Then she put a fresh sheet of paper in her typewriter and began to write“Reyonlds—Bruce and Violetta, a son, born Monrfay.” Wells almost snatched the /copy from Barbara'*' hands. “Have to snap Into it,” he said to the copyreader. “This list is late.” The eopyreader glanced at Barbara, expected some retort. But she was walking away, her lips t&ht. Wells also loked up, and seeing her absent manner, called after her, petulantly, "Will you call the civic clubs and the chamber of commerce now, Miss Hawley? Get their weekly announcements.” Still Barbara did not answer him.

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She went into the booth again, tore off the top sheet of the pad and sat down in the -squeaking chair. When she came out of the booth some time later, with the pad in her hand, she met McDermott on his way to the composing room. “You look tired, Barbara,” he said. "Why don’t you go home?” She smiled and shook her head, but she could not speak. Wells had apparently recovered from his ill temper, for he also glanced at her face and said, “Why don’t you go home?" “I will, after awhile,” she answered. Barbara stayed in the Telegraph office until the papers came up from the press room. A copy boy laid one of tl\em on her desk. Barbara folded it and put it under her arms. Then she put on her hat and left the office. The streets were beginning to fill with the afternoon rush. Barbara walked through the shopping district, glancing now and then at display windows, turning corners without heed, running into passers-by. Around and around she went, encircling the same bldcks many times. She entered a department store and walked through the ground floor, looking at nothing. At last it was growing dark and she turned her steps toward home. The folded cop.r of the Telegraph was still under her arm. In Pennsylvania St. Barbara met several of her neighbors, the women rushing home from shopping trips, the men striding along with packages and newspaper? under their arms. Now and then a toddler met one of them and crawled up his legs into his arms, with shrill cries of “Daddy.” Near Barbara’s apartment house. Tommy and his kiddy car blocked the sidewalk. His blond head was bent over the refractory wheel and he was tugging at it with strainings of his chubby arms and legs. As Barbara approached, he looked up at her. "Do you know anything about kiddy earn?” he asked, his brows wrinkled. “This one ain't no good.” Barbara tried to smile. "No,” she said, "I don’t." |

OUT OUR WAY—By WILLIAMS

The boy was staring at her very hard. "Say. your eyes are awful big. You look just like my ploture of Alice in Wonderland when the duchess said, ‘Chop off her head!’ Do you know about Alice?” Barbara shook her head and went on up the steps. Inside the apartment. she laid the folded newspaper on the table and went into her bedroom. She came out. wrapped in a house robe, her feet in bedroom slippers, and took up the Telegraph. Then she seated herself in an armchair near the window and turned to the hospital column. The paragraph stood out as though it were printed in bold italic, against the paler type on either side. , “Reynolds—Bruce and Violetta, a son, born Monday.” Her eyes ran over the two lines of print again and again. "Bruce," she repeated under her breath, “a son.” The paper dropped from her hands and she turned to the window. The street was almost dark, except for long streaks of Western light that fell between the buildings. The kiddy car lay abandoned on the sidewalk. A woman came out of the door across the street and called “James Allen. James Allen!” An urchin bounded around the corner of the house through the door into thb lighted room beyond. Somebody began to sing in the apartment below, "You didn’t want me when you had me; so why do you want me now?” The floors beneath Barbara’s feet vibrated with the ragged rhythm of music; beaten out on a mechanical piano. Far down the street there was the faint call, “red hot tamalas, red hot!” * Barbara sat at the window, the paper lying on her knees. The room was quite dark. There was no movement in it, except when the window curtains waved gently now and then. Lights in dining rooms went out across the street, and living room windows blazed against the blackness. Barbara leaned against the sill, her chin propped in her hands.

The breeze whipped the cuptains about her head, but she dljd not brush them away. Her body grew cold, but she did not close tfie window. At last she rose and turned, on the lights. There was the paragraph still, bold on<l black in its column; “Reynolds—Bruce and Violetta, a son, born Monday.” Barbara sank down again in the armchair and buried her faqe in her hands. She sat very still, j. Outside, a wind rose, whipping leaves against the windows and sweeping noisily down the stret. A gust blew into the room where Barbara sat, and caught the newspaper on her lap, whirling it across the floor to a corner, where It lay flapping against the wall. , Barbara closed the window and began to walk about the room, her hands clenched. She opened the door and listened. The hall outside was as quiet as her own apartment. She walked Into Fancy’s bedroom and thence to her own, aimlessly, her hands still tightly clenched. She went Into the kitchen. A faucet was .dripping in the sink. She seized It nervously and turned It off. A mop in the comer of the kitchen caught her eye. She took it up and began to mop the floor. Then she took all the cans and dishes from the shelves and spread fresh paper coverings. She scrubbed the sink, cleaned the silver, washed out the ice box. Then she went into the bedroom. The place was spotless, from the efforts of the maid who had cleaned It that day. But Barbara brought a dust cloth and began to dust. The living room came In for Its share of attention. Hours parsed while she went over every Inch of space in the apartment, wiping away imaginary spots and sweeping imaginary dust from the rugs. She picked up the copy of the Telegraph from the corner and put it on the table. When the living room was finished she went to the table and spread out the newspaper. Her hands were almost too cold to grip the pages. There it was, stark: "Reynolds—Bruce and Violetta, a son, horn Monday.” It was 4 o’clock when she undressed and got into bed. The Tele-

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graph was unfolded under her pHlow. i When she awoke the room was bright with sunlight. She leaped out of bed and ra,n to the clock on the dressing table. It was nearly 10 o’clock. She began lo dress hurriedly, slipping into the first garments that came to hand. She sat. down Irefore the dressing table mirror and Dnbraided her hair. The reflection in the glass was wan and holloweyed. She brushed her hair and added rouge. Instead of improving her looks, it only accentuated the circles beneath her eyes. She rubbed it off again. As she passed the kitchen she remembered that she had had nothing to eat since noon of the day before. She glanced at her watch. It was already half past 10. She put on her hat and left the apartment. Wells was occupied with a pile of copy when she entered the editorial room. Barbara looked at him nervously, but he did not look up. She turned toward McDermott's door, which stood open. He had not yet come down.

\ V t} HEN a tank car In the \ly middle of a long Nickel J Plate freight jumped the track, near Ft. Wayne, the other cars kept on going, recoupling. The engineer did not know he had lost the car until he reached Ft. Wayne. Trustees of Manchester College at North Manchester have ordered a new library building to be constructed this spring. Mrs. O. W. Cunningham of> Gashen, who died recently, bequeathed |6OO to the northwestern branch of the Women's Missionary Society of the Methodist Church. Huntington Broadcast Listeners' Association has voted to Join the national asssociation. Maxwell Baker Is the new editor of Spotlight, published by the Ft. Wayne Central High School.

OUR BOARDING HOUSE—By ATTORN

As she reached her desk Jimmy hurried up to her. “Void!, madame,” he said in high school French. With a flourish he handed her a gray envelope. She looked at It incuriously and laid down her hat and gloves befory sho picked it up again. It bore a New York postmark and there was a return ndddress heavily embossed In bluo on the flap. I Barbara tore It open. The letter, head was “FOotllg'hts Magazine, Forty-Eighth St., New York City,” ' ‘My dear Miss Hawley,” it ran, "Would you care to accept a place on our staff? ‘Your work would be the writim, of interviews with theatrical people and an occasional first night In a Broadway theater. “Your salary would begin at |75 a week. "Will you let us hear from you?” The letter was signed by a name already glamorously familiar to Bar bafra. It was the name of a famous theatrical writer, (To Be Continued)

HOOSIER BRIEFS

■pr-lOOHESTER LODGE of the Rnights of Pythias has 11 placed) a ban on danolng the ‘Charleston” in its hall, V ' A red fox was killed by hunters at Portland. The animal was responsible for numerous raids on chicken houses. The Rev. Leßoy Ellis, engaged In Home Mission work in Colorado, has accepted the call to the pastorate of the First Baptist Church at Goshen. Several sites of Huntington Township schools, which have been abandoned, will revert to the estates when the buildings are sold, because deeds made by land owners many years ago specified th© land was to be used only for school purposes. Mies Bessie Sale. Bluffton High School teacher, is a slick street casualty. She fell and broke her right arm. • W

JAN. 19, 1926