Indianapolis Times, Volume 38, Number 140, Indianapolis, Marion County, 17 September 1926 — Page 20

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Saint and Sinner By ANNE AUSTIN '' ,

WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE FAITH and CHERRY LANE, sisters, are utterly different. Faith, tall, womanly, not pretty but rather handsome, stays at home and keeps house for the family of six, because of her mothers ill health, while Cherry, tiny, beautiful, works as a stenographer and is the petted darling of her mother. Cherry is unscrupulous in her methods with men, whom she vamps for the pure love of conquest, and Faith is continually worried that the girl may bring disgrace upon herself and the whole family. When her father, a carpenter, aeksßOß HATHAWAY to dinner, hoping to win his friendship so that Hath.v wav will give him a small Job of contracting to do, both Faith and Cherry are Instantly attracted to him, 1 but he nss eyes for no one but Cherry, who whisks him away to a movie show, after Stealing all the credit for the delicious inner from the hard-working I aitrr. Faith, stung by her sisters tactics, has tried to flirt with Bob. but despises herself for her cheap, effort and refuses to accompany them, while Cherry is opt with Hathaway, a call comes for her from CHRIS WILEY, a man of unsavory reputation, to whom JIM LANE has forbidden the house. faith tells Cherry on her return and later hears Cherry stealing out into the night to keep a rendezvous with Wiley. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER V When forty-five long minutes had been tolled off by the loudly ticking alarm clock beside her bed, Faitty rose, thrust- her bare feet Into her old blue felt bedroom slippers, flung a cotton crepe kimono over her nightgown, and was about to tiptoe out of her room, In search of Cherry. It-was after 1 o’clock. Her sister would be furiously angry with her for Interfering but after all she owed her loyalty to her father, and he had had good reason for ordering Chris Wiley off the premises. She was just opening her door when a shrill scream rang out, startlingly loud in the beep silence of the hot flight. Cherry! What had Chris Wiley done to her, to make her risk exposure like that? Faith was running noiselessly through the dining room when her father's low, harsh voice stopped her. . “Was that you, Faith? I heard someone scream.” He snapped on the dining room light and stood revealed In his sweat-dampened nightshirt, his dark, thin hair rumpled out of its careful, daytime parting, his thin, hairy legs and bunloned feet grotesque in their nakedness. .But Faith’s eyes were fixed In horror upon the heavy, old-fashioned revolver that he carried in his right hand. “I—l thought I heard a burglar.” Faith lied with stammering quickness. Oh, it he would only go back to bed, so that she could Investigate without getting Cherry into trouble, "Where’s Cherry? Home yet?” he lowered his voice, so as to disturb his wife, who was sleeping heavily under the Influence of a bromide. Before Faith could reply, the scream came again, loud and sharp, but ending abruptly, as •if the screamer’s mouth had been suddenly muffled. Mr. Lane brushed Faith aside and ran into the living room. Faith heard him stumble against the old wicker rocking chair, which he cursed As he flung it aside. Almost paralyzed with terror, the girl at last forced her unsteady legs to carry her. Oh, Cherry, little Cherry! She was sobbing as she ran zigzaggedly, following Mr, Lane to the porch." “Put that girl down, or I’ll shoot!” she heard her father’s usually mild voice roar out. Faith seized his right arm, struggled with him desperately, so- that the pistol pointed harmlessly toward the floor of the porch. But she did not take heneyes from the drama that was unfolding before her amazed eyes. In the faint light from the distant street lamp the man who had been running toward a car parked at the curb, a struggling, kicking girl in his arms, dropped his burden sud-, denly, so that the little figure sprawled like a broken doll on ,the graveled path. Still exerting all her strength to keep her father from taking a shot at the fleeing figure, FaiAh saw the man leap into his car, start the engine with Incredible swiftness, and roll away. Jim Lane dropped the pistol to the floor, looked at Fairif with wild, haggard eyes, In which murderous anger was still glittering, then ran, on his bare feet, to where Cherry was still prone in the gravel, sobbing like a child, with pitiful, choking gasps. "What was the Hathaway rascal doing to you, honey?” He lifted the girl is his arms. “I’ll kill him for this! I’d have taken a shot at him when he was running away, but Faith wouldn't let go of my arm. Tell Daddy, honey.” The girl crying hysterically, wound her arms around her father’s neck, but did not correct mistake. ‘ 0 "It wasn’t Mr. Hathaway, Dad.” Faith cut in sharply. "Cherry— ’’ "I don’t know who it was.” Cherry shuddered. "It was so hot I couldn’t sleep, and I was lying in the deck chair on the porch—oh, Daddy! Hold me tight! I’m scared, I’m scared!” v "You don’t know who it was?” Jim Dane demanded incredulously. “Faith—what do you know about this?” He turned on his older daughter. “I tell you I don’t know who It was!” Cherry protested quickly, her bteAth coming in sharp gasps. "I was Just lying there, half asleep, when suddenly a man picked me up in his arms, I screamed." "I heard you!” Jim Lane cut in. “You didn’t fecognlze him?” “It was someone I never saw before in my life,” the girl sobbed, but dhe reached o”t a hand and seized Faith’s and pressed it warnlngly. "I tried to talk, to ask him who he was, but I was—Just —Just paralyzed. He said he had been watching me for a long time, that he was in love with me, that he was going to take me away with him. I pleaded with him, but it wasn’t any use. ' Then he stopped talking, just flung me across his shoulder ahd began to run down the walk with me. Oh, Daddy, darling, I’m so glad you came—in time.” “Faith, go phone the police!” Jim Lane lifted the weeping girl into his arms and started toward the house. “I never heard of such ah outrage in my life. Phone for the police, I say!” he commanded sharply, as Faith stood hesitating beside him. , “Oh, Daddy, don’t get the police!” Cherry begged, shuddering. “You scared him so badly he’ll never come back! And I’d be disgraced! The newspapers! Oh, Daddy, I couldn’t stand it—the disgrace, the police - * ' i"

darling! She began to sob more wildly than ever, and her little red mouth muzzled her father’s haggard cheeks with frantic, pleading kisses. “I don’t think It would be wise, Dad,” Faith managed to say" at last. "I think we had better let the matter drop. It was dark, and Cherry probably couldn't give a very accurate description of him. It would just stir up a mare’s nest of notoriety and trouble.” When, fifteen minutes later, Jim Lane reluctantly went back to bed, after locking the front and back doors securely, testing the hooks on all the screens andi commandiinjg Faith to stay with her sister for the rest of the night for protection. Cherry flung her arms about Faith's neck and klsed her with frantic gratitude. “You’re a darling to me. Faith, and I’m such a little beast to you. Forgive|me for what I said about your being crazy about Bob Hathaway, won’t you, honey? I don’t know what gets into me.” But Faith for once was unbending. Her scornful brown eyes looked Into the pleading, pale, lovely little face without mercy. “Now, suppose you tell me what happened, Cherry. I don’t know what made me let you get away with it. Chris "Wiley deserved to be shot, and Dad has a right to knbw that you’ve got yourself into this mess through disobeying him. I’m, ashamed of you, Cherry. If It weren’t for waking Mother up, I’d give you the whipping that Dad ought to have given you.” “Oh, no. you wouldn’t,” Cherry ladl her cheek against her sister's, cajolingly. “Oh, Faith, he was* trying to abduct me! He was going to make me marry him tonight—l’ve been engaged to him for months, you know. I thought I was crazy about him. When Dad ordered hirn off the place. I simply went wild." “You know good and well why Dad did it,” Faith’s voice was still stern and uncompromising. "Chris Wiley admitted onJhe witness stand that the Bailey girl’s baby was his. ' If she hadn’t committed suicide, and killed her baby with her, he’4 have had to marry heri How cap you have anything to do with a man like that?” “For Just one very good reason, Faith Lane." Cherry's lightinglike anger struck again. “He’s plastered with money and I’m so da.-ned tired of living like we do. from hand to mouth —haven’t even got a car, when every family In town has at least a Ford. I’m. sick of it, I tell you, and I’m going to marry a man with money, even if I have to take Chris Wiley,” “Then why did you scream?” Faith asked with quiet scorn. "Goodness, I forgot to cold cream my face!” Cherry jumped up out of bed and ran lightly to her dressing table. Pushing her tumbled curls off her forehead, she began to dab a fragrant lemon .'leansing cream over her cheeks on which spots of rouge showed vividly because of her paleness. "Why didn’t I run away with Chris Wiley? He was drunk, and I wasn’t absolutely sure he’d manage to get a marriage license. I didn’t want any Helen Bailey stuff in my youhg life. Oh, dear, I’m nearly out of that tissue cream. Have you got any. darling.” “You know I haven’t,” Faith answered bitterly. "That Jar You’re using was mine, and I haven’t a dollar to buy any more. “Don’t be so crabby.j I'll bring you a jar of cream tomorrow. It’s a good thing I can vamp the men, honey—speaking of Bob Hathaway, he’s goihg to get me a. wonderful new job In his uncle’s offices. You know, the Jaw firm of Cluny and Neff. Old man Cluny’s his mother’s oldest brother. He says thery’re looking for a stenographer and they pay $25 a week. He’s going to see his uncle in the morning, and give me a recommendation.” “I hope you’ll try to see that old Mr. Cluny doesn’t get fresh with you,” Faith said meaningly. "Oh, I wish to the Lonjl I could go out and work! I’m only 20, and I want pretty clothes and men friends and a little excitement, just as much as you do!” Faith’s voice broke, melted into tears. "Course you do, you old darling!” Cherry rushed to where Faith sat on the edge' of the bed, and laid her cheek caressingly against her sister’s. “Tell you what—l saw some lovely printed chiffon at the Banner Store today, and I’ll get you enough for a dress, if I get that job with old Cluny. You haven’t had anew dress in a coon’s age, honey. Will you make me one, too? Different pattern, of course?” The lovely, musical voice was very sweet and coaxing. “Os course!” Faith choked, and kissed her sister shyly. “Now do you want to hear what a certain awfully nice man said about you, honey?” Cherry whispered. “Oh, you’re blushing! Faith, Faith, I believe you’re in love! Well, listen —” (To Be Continued) - t SEEN GRANDMA TODAY? Reporter Finds Her Sporting Around Having Good Time. Bu United Press LONDON, Sept. 17.—A one day’s search by a London newspaper for the old-fashioned grandmother who is usually pictured as sitting quietly darning sox by the fireside, has failed completely. 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“The VANITY CASE” A Tale of Mystery and Love By CAROLYN WELLS

BEGIN here today Mysterious ligrhts flash one nlrht Irom the Heath household and the next dsy Harbor Gardens. oLnir Island. Is over the murdeT at MYRA HEATH and the disappearance of her husband. PERRY, House guests of the Heaths are LAWRENCE INMAN, heir to Myra's fortune, and beautiful BUNNY MOORE, to whom suspicion points because of her queer actions. Myra Heath never used coemetics, yet when her body was found she was heavily rouged. A rare old bottle from her collection of glass had been used to kill her. Candles were burning at her head and feet. At the Country Club the murder is discussed by SAM ANDERSON. Hekth's riyal for the club presidency; AL CUNNINGHAM. who is trying to solve the crime, and others. • Bunny is amazed to get a phone call from Heath, saying Inman is the murderer Inman confides to TJODHUNTER BUCK, who is in love with Bunny, that he saw her ascendnig the stairs after the murder. One of the Heath sen-ants says the same thing. Cunningham goes to Anderson's house, and there, while waiting for his host, if suddenly confronted by Perry Heath, who then vanishes in the darkness. Anderson arrives soon after and upbraids Cunningham for lettnig Heath get away. Todhunter Buck, puzzling as to the best way to clear Bunnv. Is sitting in the dark when Bunny slips out of the hose of his aunt, where she is now a guest, and meets Perry Heath at the edge of a wood. Buck trails Heath, but the latter escapes. In despair. Buck sends for his friend. STEVE TRUITT, famous detective. Bunny, dozing in a chatr. awakens to find a strange man staring at her, NOW GO WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XLI He smiled—people usually smiled at sight of Bunny. “Sleep If you like,” he said, tShd his voice was gentle, "I’ll take this watch.” “If you were smaller, I should take you to bo Mr. Truitt. ’’ she said, meditatively, for even sitting down It was plain to be seen that the stranger was a very long person. "I am Truitt,” he said; "it Is Buck’s favorite Jest to tell folks I’m 'a dwarf or pigmy, and then he thinks it funny when they /are surprised. You see,” he said, rising, "I outgrew myself as a boy, and never got over It.” He was unusually tall, several Inches over six feet, but he carried himself well and with no trace of awkwardness or self-consciousness. "What is the girl like to whom you are engaged?” asked Bunny, letting her eyes travel up to the very top of this Eiffel Tower of humanity. “I’m not engaged. That’s another, I daresay, of Todd’s tarradlddles. I suppose he’s afraid youTl flirt with

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me. Do, won’t you?” "Probably. I usually do. But, Mr. Truitt, sit down here by me. I’m glad to talk with you alone a moment You’re here to look Into the Heath case, aren't you?” "Yes, I am a detective, as well as a friend of Buck’s. I want to do all I can for' him." “Os course you do. I’m Bunny Moore, a friend of the Heaths. I was In the house at the time, visiting, and I am suspected of being the murderer.” There was no trace of a smile on Bunny's face. Her eyes looked earnestly into those of Truitt, and he saw that she had serious knowledge of the matter, whatever it might bS. "It seems incredible," he said, not perfunctorily, but with a seriousness that equaled her own. “Will you tell me a few details, or shall I wait until Tod comes home?” "I will talk to you until they come. You don’t look like a detective, Mr. Truitt.” "I did, until I changed all that. The first duty of a detective is not to look like one. I wak helped by my height, of course. No conventional detective was ever as tall as I am. Then I cultivated a habit of looking like tho person I am talking to. See, I now wear a smile like yours.” His face irradiated into a smile that was like, though in no way a mockery of Bunny’s qjjm; so much so that she stared and gasped. "It’s a knack,” he said, quietly. “And it gives me the advantage of a versatility of countenance’.” "My good Heavens!’ she exclaimed, “I never saw aiybody like you!” “Probably not. Now, talk. If you’re going to. There’s only one way for a detective ,to learn anything and that’s for him to make other <people talk to him." “I thought you used clew* and evidence and all that.” "Material clews are all very well. If they’re real ones and vital to the case. Evidence is helpful, of course But the real stuff is what Is poured out by the human tongue. Give me a lot of babbling people and I’ll solve y^ur/caka."

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“How much ought I tell you?” “Every bit of a thing you know. I am very much in earnest when I work, Miss Moore, and I cannot always impress on people the desirability of telling all., All. Now, never mind about the general facts, the principal points, or the out* standing details. Tell me what you know that no one else knows. What you saw, that no one else knows you saw. What you heard that others didn’t hear. What you surmise that others don’t even suspect. Those are the things that will help me to solve the mystery. You want It solved, don’t you!” "Yes, I do now. This morning, I wasn’t sure. But sitting "here and thinking abo it my friend, whom I loved, and seeing her funeral going on, yes, I do want her murderer discovered*—'whoever he Is.” “You didn’t kill her?” "No,” and Bunny spoke quietly/ showing no resentment at the question. "Do you know who did?” • "I am not sure. As you will learn, as soon as you learn anything about the case—” “Oh, I know the main facts—” “Then you know there are three principal suspects. Mr. Heath, Mr. Inman and myself. Each of us had motive and opportunity learned that line from the detectives —but my motive was not a strong oqe, and—l didn't make use of my opportunity.” “It was one of the men, then?” “It was one of the men.” "Which one—do you think?” 1 don’t know/’ she fidgeted a little, and her cheeks glowed pinker, but she went on; “think of It yourself. A man and wife and another man. The Jther man and the wife are desperately In love with one another. Which man Is more likely to kill the woman?” “The husband, of course.” “But the other man is the woman’s heir. He Is insatiate In his greed for money. He has about given up hope of winning the woman for his own. But If she dies, he will have her fortune. Now, which one?” “You make it very Interesting. Now, what do you know?” “Only this. I went downstairs, late that night. I found Mra. Heath dead, In the studio, with candles burning at her head and feet. I touched her, and her flesh was still warm— ’’ At this point Bunny’s bravery gave way. She faltered, hesitated, and became suddenly silent. Understanding, Truitt said no ■ ’ \ -• •

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wui u, uui iuuhcu at iicr wiiii a c of mingled compassion and encouragement. And just at that time, there was a commotion next door, and they saw the casket of Myra Heath carried out from the house she had loved so well. The sight restored Bunny’s courage, reignited her fire of indignation and caused her to resume her story. “They - will be coming home soon,” she said, nervously, “and I want to tell you what I know, Mr. Truitt, because—because you have made me feel It is my duty.” "Tell me only as much or as little as you think best. Do not be carried away by emotion at the sight of that casket. But if you will tell me the truth, I’m sure you will not regret it.’’ “No. Well, as I came upstairs, I saw Mr. Inman peeping through the crack in his door. He must have heard me on the stairs, and opened It the tiniest mite.” “Yes." “I was so upset ,1 didn’t know what I was doing, but I went blindly on to my own room, and threw myself on the bed.” “Why didn’t you raise an alarm?” “Mr. Truitt, you will think this strange. But I was afraid. I feel years older now, though that was but a few days ago, but at that moment, I felt I just pouldn’t do anything at all. I vaguely reasoned that If there was any alarming to do ( there were people in that house better fitted to look after it than I. That I, as the youngest and least experienced of the household had no call to take any Initiative—oh, I know this sounds foolish, but it's the truth. I’ve never done anything for myself, never had any responsibility of any sort, and I couldn’t make myself do anything. I see now, It was cowardly and —” “No, Miss Moore, It was natural. You were stunned, nnd, moreover, you had reason to that Mr. Inman knew something of the matter, or he would not be spying on you. You had reason to think Mr. Heath was In the house—hadn’t you?” m 'T don\ know. I didn't think about Perry—about anybody but Myra. I cried and cried until I fell into a sort of sleep. But I kept starting up and listening eryery few minutes. And not another sound did I hear In that house all night long. Toward daylight, I began to wonder If It hadnt’ been a dream. I got up and undressed and went to bed properly, but I waited almost breathles*ly for what the morning might bring. Spw when Carter came to tell me the

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news, I was sitting up in bed, crylng.” Steve Truitt looked at her earnestly. but piercingly. "You were afraid to say anything, because you feared—still fear—that Perry Heath was the criminal and you love him.” ”1 did love him then,” said Bunny, simply: “I don’t, now.” (To Be Continued) HOT POW WOW Bu Times Special LAWRENCE, Kan., Sept. 17.—A hungry multitude will descend upon Lawrence this fall for the great Indian pow-wow and Haskell Institute homecoming. At least 6,000 Indians representing fifty tribes will be here. Squaw bread and buffalo meat will be served. There will be Indian dances on the second day. FEWER CLERGYMEN LONDON. Sept. 17.—Although the country’s population has greatly increased since the beginning of the century, the number of ordained clergymen in the Church of England has fallen off from about 21,000 Jto 16,000.

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