Indianapolis Times, Volume 38, Number 142, Indianapolis, Marion County, 20 September 1926 — Page 10

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Saint and Sinner By ANNE AUSTIN

rIAT HAB GONE BEFORE CHERRY LANE. 18. beautiful and an unscrupulous flirt, and FAITH LANE. 20. stay-at-home drudse for the Lane family of six. are attracted to 808 HATHAWAY, whom their father brnlga home to dinner. In an endeavor to land a job of contracting for which Mr. Lane has bid. Cherry, by a tHok. manages to take all credit for the delicious dinner Faith haa_ prepared, and whisks Bob Hathaway off to a movie, leaving Faith to brood over her failure -to attract him and to despise herself for her effort at g laying Cherry’s game of deliberate *Th& night Chlfty slips out of the house after midnight jo keep a rendezvous with CHRlfc. WILEY, a man of unsavory reputation, and screams for help when he tries to abduct her. She lies to her father, telling him she never saw her assailant* befor. but she admits the b ath to Faith, who upbraids her. Cherry is not seriously disturbed, and coaxes Faith into a gobd hftnnor by promising to tell her what 808 Hathaway said about her. . . . ”3ob said, you'd make a wonderful wife for some lucky young devil. is Cherry's report. T 1 e next mpmlng JUNIOR 21. and wild, telephones his sister. Faith, that he and his sweetheart have been arrested for speeding. Faith pawns everything of value she owns and raises the money, rather than tell her father. _ ... Cherry, after promising to buy Faith a dress, brings home material which Faith cannot possibly use. aud Faith ' threatens to tell her mother the story of the attempted abducion. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER VII “Faith!” Chtii 1 sprang to her Bister, threw her arms around her neck, whispered gaspingly, “Don’t tell,' Faith! I'll make it up t<s you! J*lease!” does this tnean^ 1 Mrs. ■Tane demanded. "I told you I didn’t sleep! a wink last night, # and I didn’t. Now, what did you mean, young lady?” 'V ‘Nothing.” Faith took Cherry’s arms from about l}£r neck and began to clear the dining table bf its daytime litter of patterns, scraps and sewing basket. ’’Cherry just got in late last night—that’s all.” v ”1 heard her,” and Mrs. Lane put an arm about Cherry, who was still trembling with fright. ”It was 11 o’clock, wasn't it, honey?" “A little bit after 11.” Cherry’s voice quivered with tears. "I’m sorry you don’t like the goods, Faith. I—l thought it was so pretty.” Mrs. Lane waddled painfully to the table and fingered Ihe beautiful, exotic materials appreciatively. “I think it’s a grand piece o' goods, Cherry, honey. And you was real sweet to buy it for Faith with yo*rr qwn money, no matter how ungrateful she Ts. Shame on you, Faith, to make Cherry cry. when she Was only tryin’ her best to - be good to you!” “Mother, you and Cherry both know as well as I do that she bought the goods for herself, not for me. She knew I couldn't wear it. She knew I looked a fright in that powder blue I had in the spring. Let’s not pretend, Cherry. You’ll have Llwo lovely dresses, and I'll make them for you—as usual.” ‘Now, Faith, clear off this table and get it set for supper,” her mother said. “Your Pa'll be home any minute now. What you got for supper?” “String beans and rpetv potatoes, boiled with that ham hock, and sliced tomatoes and Brown Betty pudding. I’m trying to yfrmomlze, mother. And it’s so hot we don’t really need meat.” Faith swallowed the lump in her throat and tried to smile. “Oh. dear, what a meal to ask Chester’to sit down to!” Cherry exclaimed, her fright forgotten. Os course old Faith would not tell on her! / - Joy. dirty-faced and in a torn, .soiled play dyess. had "home in and was standing open-mouthed with excitement. ”1 seen—l mean, I' saw —Chester Hart kisFln’ Cherry last Sunday, when you was freezin’ the ice cream, Faith! Smack on the mouth It was! Gee, lip’s kissin' hug. ain’t he? I thought he was going to eat Cherry up—” “Muggy. Will’Vou make that child behave?*’ Cherry's face was scarlet. v "Whal* Chester Hart did Sunday, fjgdoes in the future, doesn't make slightest difference to me,” Faith Bid steadily, as she flung tije white Pablecloth over the big round table. i’But if the meal I've cooked for the Ifamily isnlt good enough f<lr"Chester 'Hart, then you can go yiok something yourself, Cherry,” /

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Long Laneis tempestuous arrival broke the tension. “You, hoo, folks! Got a job today!" Seizing Cherry around i the -waist, he began to Charleston, his long-legged gyra tions shaking the Imitation cut glass on the sideboard. ’Stop makin’ a clown o' yourself, Jurjior!’’ hid mother seized his arm and shook him affectionately. “What kinda job, son?” ' / “Sellln' automobile accessories for a Jobber, but I gotta buy pie a sec-ond-hand Ford. Travelln’ job,” he concluded proudly. “Commission ba sis.” _ ' ‘‘Where are you going to get the money for a Ford?" Faith forced him to meet her eyes. “From Gram'pa,” he grinned at her. “Saw him today? He’ll actually own the bus, but will let me drive it, and pay him for it out of my- commissions. Say, Faith, saw a'friend of yours today. Got a message for you,” he said loudly, as he followed her hastily into the kitchen, before his mother could question him about his all-night absenep. “What’s the dope, Sis?" he asked cheerfully, ‘‘How'd you get the coin without striking Dad for It? Gee, you're a peach, old dear.” He kissed her smackingly on the mouth. She told him briefly how She had raised the money, then, shaking him by the shoulders, and holding his -eyes with hers, she said with low toned, passionate emphasis: ”1 won’t do it again for you. Junior. I swear I won’t! And you've got to pay me back—every red cent of it, I don't know how I'm going to make up that $lO I took out of 1 tly housekeeping money, and I'll be j darned if I go without a suit tljis j winter because you got pinched for j speeding in that terrible girl's car.” “Aw, Sis, I’ll pay you back,” he stammered, reddening. ••<sf course j I will. Haven't I got a Job already? j Tom Tate, me wise to this job, says he’s making sixty to sev-enty-five a tveek. You won't be sorry, kid. ITftnest! I’ll pay you j something every week •’ ”1 believe you will, Junior,” she j smiled at him through quick tears i Cherry, in a burst of gratitude to Faith, whicli she could not express' before her mother without arousing suspicion, was setting the table, when Faith went back into the dining room. ThA long-drawn_honk of a motor car interrupted Cherry at her unaccustomed task. She stopped to peer Into the sideboard mirror, fluffed her hair with her fingers, than ran, skipping Joyously, yodel'ing in her high musical voice: “Yoo hoo, -jChester! Hew's the sheik? Oil, boy! His Lizzie's had a bath! And look at golf panties my hoy friend's sporting! Nice baby!” which had been a painfully stiff meal, darkened by Mr. Lane's disapproval of Chester Hart s presence at his board, \Vhose hospitality he considered insulted by the young garage mechanic's switching his affections from Faith to i Cherry, the -two sisteps and the fickle young man were in possession of the living room. / Mr. and Mrs. Lane had taken their favorite chairs on the front porch. Joy was playing* a shrill game of “hide and seek" in the street with the neighborhood children, and Long Lane had gone off on what he called mysteriously, “a heavy date with m$ Sheba.” /> Faith Lane; looking splendidly cool and calm and unconcerned for a girl who has beep superseded in her "steady’s” affections by her sister, sat at the piano, her well-shaped hut ’work-marked hands resting grace fully on the keys. She had been playing ”by ear” MacDowell’s “To a Wild Rose,” but now Cherry, perched on the arm of the <faven port, on which Chester Hart lolled at ease, was strumming her ukulele, ’ and singing, In a small, swfflpt stac- J cato voice, “That Certain Party.” was dressed in her freshly ' laundered last summer’s white' 1 crpsh, embroidered in a barbaric design with purple and green 'wool. i Cherry wore an accordion-pleated ,

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white crepb de chine skirt, with a silk smock, that In , tenslfled the brilliant copper-and- i sold of her hair and almost exactly j matched the topaz of her eyes. Chester Hart, a little embaH-assed and apologetic. In spite bf his appar- | ent ease, watched both sisters, his j pale gray eyes appealing and ashamed when they rested on Faith, •ager and covetous when they caught the flije from Cherry’s brilliant eyes. “flay, girls,” Chestef began eager ly, when Chepry had finished her song, "I met George Pruitt on my way out "here this evening, and he asked me If he could come along I later, after supper, and go to the | movies with us. What d'you say* George's a dandy sport. Just come i back from New York. He was ’ studyln’ to be an artist, but his old manXjia.de him come back to work In the store. You know—Pruitt's Wholesale Grocery on Market St.” “Oh, Chester, how (Hirllling! Theson of The Lincoln PrUltts! Why, they’re millionaires! You old darling!” Cherry rumbled Chester's smooth brown hair with excited fingers. ,lle caught her hand with clumsy bravado, started to kiss her rosy fingers, then, with a shame, faced glance at Faith who turned her head quickly away, he slapped her hand lightly Instead. "Now, Cherry, don't you he .up to no tricks with George! H's seen 'em all—swellest chickens In New York—and he says real live models don't-ogive him a kink. I sorta thought you'd like hjtn, Faith. You —you’re always wantin' somebody that can swing a mean line o’ highbrow >alk. He’s been to college and to art school—sold a couple pictures too. Bcr you’ll fall for him hard.” "Thanks, Chester, for _ the donation.” .Faith answered, with a Alow smile. Why had she been so angry .with Cherry for taking this stupid l>oy away from her? He had bored., her for weeks. And she was starved for someone who could redlly talk—"l hear a car!” Cherry tossed the “uke” to the davenport and excitedly tugged at Chester's coat lapel "Come along! Oh. wouldn't It he fun If ho’d paint my picture, Chester? Tell him to, won’t you? PJe-ease! Ts you do. I'll—you know what!” She lowered her voice mys teriously. pursed her lips, singled up at the Stocky, stolid-faced young man provocatively. On the graveh walk, Chester, with Cherry clinging to his arm, greeted his friend. "Hello, George! How's' the old sport? Wantcha to meet Miss Cherry Lane! Betcha ain't got

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a Follies girl in all New York can l\ola a candle to her!” Geoyge Pruitt, rugged, broad. Almost squat, snatched his hat from his thatch of rust-red hair, and twinkled his small, bright black eyes at Cherry. ■ "It's great of you to let me v butt In like this!” he told her, as they stepped upon the porcji. Cherry Introduced him hurriedly to her mother and-- father, then, tugging at his arm with a pretty show of excitement, pulled him Into the living room. * Faith rose, her

“The VANITY CASE"

v .A Tale of Mystei'y and Love By CAROLYN WELLS

BEGIN HERE TODAY Mysterious lights flash trom the Hedlh buutfalow one nizht anil the next day 1 Harbor Gardens. Lons island. Is aog: over the Vnurder of MYRA ■HEATH and tho disappearance of her nulbaiHt. PERRY/ Bouse (meets of the Heaths are LAWRENCE INMAN, heir to Myra's fortune. and beautiful BUNJfY MOORE, to whom suspicion points because of her queer Actions. Myra Heatn never usl cosmetics, yet when her body was found she was heavily rviured A rare old bottle from her collection of (Hass had been used to kill her. Cifiidles woro burning at her head and feet. At the Country Club the murder, is discussed by SA.'-t ANDERSON. Heat its rival for the club presidency: AL CUNNINGHAM. who is trying to solve the crime, and others. Bunny is amazed to get a phone eall from Perry Heath, saying Inman is the murderer. Ounninvhnni lines to Anderson's house Aid mere, wnlle waiting for his host, is confronted by Perry Heath, who then slips away in the darkness. Anderson soon after and upbraids Cunningham for letting Heath get away. TODftUNTEK BUCK, who is in love / with Bunny, is witness to a nocturnal meeting between the girl and Ifeatli. He tries to get Bunny to explain and wheu she refuses he calls in his friend. STEVE TRUITT, a famous detective. Bunns- tells Truitt she had gone downtsairs the night of the murder and seen Myra Heath, not yet cold in death, and Irman peeping from behind a curtain. DETECTIVE M\TT comes to arrest Bunny but. coathed byJYuilt. she confounds him. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XLIII "I don't believe we can work together, Mr. Truitt,” Mott sald,"Tlsing. “You’re too ready to pick ,ori me.” • "Not at all —not at all. Mr. Mott,” > and Steve looked almost distressed, j “I have only just taken hold of this ; tiling, you see. and if I seem to question ybyr deductions, lt-S only to get at what there is back of~thefl). Well, wq shalj meet again soon, and perhaps we'll both have something vn tell.”’ - .

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splendid body seeming very tall beside her fluttering little sister's. "This is Faith, Mr. Pruitt. Heavens! I almost called you George! Aren't Ia case? Faith is my darling big sister.'” From her tone you would have thought she was ten awl Faith at least 'thirty. But George Pruitt was staring inat Faith. “GoodS Lord;’’ he exclaimed, "I didn't know they grew them like you any moi*a, Miss Lane?” (To Be Continued)

Thus practically dismissed, Mott west away, and Steve, Truitt looked his friends. “I had to fire him," 1* said apologetically, “I don’t want to antagonize him, but I can't work with him. Now, Todj, let’s go over to the Heath house. I can't go any further until we do.*' 1 ... “AH right,” and the Two men .started off, leaving Bunny Moope In 'better spirits than she had been since she had learned of the tragedy, tinman was there aWhe, save for the 1 servants. He met 1 them with a pleasant ,word, but with a worn, tired look, as If the afternoon had been a tpr'rlble mental sfhain for him. “And small wonder,” Truitt thought to himself. "If he is the murderer! Now, we’U see if he Is ” But Inman, learning that Steve Truitt ' was an authorized investigator, at rfnee assumed a non-com-roilal attitude. He wtfs ready to answer questions up to a certain jioint, but If thfey lyjawms personal or leading, he topk refuge bejilnd a blank wall of chilling courtesy, and either evaded the inquiry or sa> In stony sllencov j "You may aq well admit going downstairs at 2 o’clock that night,” Truitt said, at last, a little sharply; “for Miss Moore saw you watch her come wo, and the*cook hps said she saw you go down.” / "It does clinch It, doesn’t It?” alnVist smiled. “But I don't know Miss Moqre has said she went down. What did she go for?” “Merely and sosejy to get her vanity case which she ftad left down la

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the studio. did you go for?” "I went down to learn what It could have (Teen that Miss Moore had seen downstairs to send her up In such a pitiable’ state of fea<- and trembling.” Truitt looked him squarely lnthe eyes. ' "Mr. ; Inman.” he said, "the whole investigation turns on whether that speech you Just uttered Is the truth or not.” Larry looked at the detective with a nod. almost a quizzical glance. And Trulft, with that \jueer trick he had. looked back at him, with so similar an expression that the two men seemed alike. *Tod Buck, observing, marveled; tut said no word. ' "Yes,” Truitt resumed, "if thafds true, then you did not know what was In the studio, and consequently you are not the murderer. If not true, then you have spoken falsely tc deflect suspicion from yourself. I do not ask you which is the fact, but I propose to find out for myself.” “But if I were the murderer,” Larry said evenly, “would I foolishly go back to the scene of the crime, when such a proceeding might easily Tbad to discovery?” “You are clever, Mr. Inman,” Mr. Truitt said, speajdng tmpersonally, as If of another, "so I cannot predicate what you would or wouldn't do. But whoever killed Mrs. fleath Is diabolically clever, and I haven't entirely sized you up yet.” If Larry Intrifcn resented thlfc barefaced dissection of himself and his criminal capabilities, he made n-J spqken objection. He merely shrugged his lighted'another clgaret and sat placidly silent. “What do you think of Miss Moore’s story?” Truitt shot at him suddenly. "I think it Is all true,” Larry returned, his face somber with doubt. * A1 Cunningham came dn then, and as an amateur detective himself he was glad to see Truitt there. A l had no petty jealousy as Mott had; he was only too glad to have someone to talk to about the things that were puzzling him. "You see,'N he said, after they had mulled over the case, "the Gardens people suspect Inman" —Larry was not In dhe room—“and Park people think the little girl did It. They say that a baby could have thrown a bottle Tike that with fatal effect. -And Miss Moore's finger prints are on the glass.!*• “On what of the glass?" asked Truitt. “T#nrd. man. I don't know. “But my dear air, aa & detective.

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you should know. See here, whoever wie.ded that bottle as a weapon, in all probability grasped It by the neck." “Why, yes—likely." "Not only likely, almost positively. Unless It was flung, and the doctors say It was not. Well, then, any number of people looking In later, might pick up places and finger them, and put them back where they were found. But only the fingerprints of the one who grasped It by the neck are of Rny value-” "Gosh! I never doped it out that way!" "That’s the way of lt.“ “I see It is. Say, wish nave a talk with my principals, Mr. Forbes, and Mr. Andersen. They're about fed up with me, and I’ll gladly turn the thing over to you. Why, say, I let Perry Heath slip through-' my fingers!” And, a little shamefacedly, A1 Cunningham told about the interview he had had with Heath on Sam Anderson's porch. Tod remembered the meeting In the woods of Heath and Bunny, and he said quickly, “Then Heath Is still about. You know he's rriy pick for the murderer.” v “No,” A1 objected, “I could tell hy the way he balked to me that life Isn’t the mijrderer. Why, he loved his wife. But lie told me Inman did It, and so I want to nail the crime on him.” "I’d like to see those men you speak sis,” Truitt ‘said to Cunningham. “Can you fix it up for tonight?” “Yes, sure. They’ll all be at the club, or If not, we can get them there." "All right, Mr. Cunningham. Buck will bring me over at,whatever hour you say. Now, If nobody objects, I'm going to give this house, or some* rooms In It the once over, all alone by myself andT'll be back at your house In time for dinner. Toddy boy.” The little group dispersed, and Steve Truitt, alone feind unescorted, made his unquestioned way whero.ver ho chose to go, through the rooms of the Heath house. He spent most of his time in the bedrooms of Mr. and .Mrs. Heath, paying scant attention to the stullo or any part of the lower house. But wandered for some tfhie up and down tho terrace, the east terrace cn which there was a small latticed \vlndow as well as one long French window. Truitt scrutinized the windows, a*f other detectives had done before him and noted, as they had done, the ab )

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solute security of latches and locks. Suddenly lie spied something, and was about to investigate further, when he heard a .pry from tho Prentiss house next door. Looking round quickly, he saw Bunny at' her window staring at him. —“Good girl,” he called out gayly, "I’ll come right over.” He strolled leisurely back to the Prentiss home, and found had come down stairs, and was ready for a cortference. Mrs. Prentiss and Tod were also waltlfig, and Truitt described his search of the Heath house. \ (To Bo Continued) TosirsM 1 SAFETY CAMPAIGN Officer to Lecture in All Schools. An organized campaign for safeguarding Hoosler school children agalnst lnjury frobq automobiles was instituted today 'by Secretary of State Frederick \E. Scjiortemeler through the Indiana Stato police force. / Stato Police* Chief Robert .a T. Humes assigned George Davis, of the motorized force, ter visit every rural school In Marlon County and conduct safety classes. “By communicating certain Important elements of safety to school children a means Is provided for conveying propaganda to homes of parents, most of whom drive Scnortemeler declared. Following -completion of tlie work In Marion County, Davis will visit every county In the •State. He will confer with each district motor policeman and a similar campaign will be worked out In every locality. In this way It Is hoped that the safety code will reach every school child In Indiana, before the close ob,the school year. SENTENCED FOB TIIEFT Loyal Edson, 30> Negro, 360? Northwestern Ave., and Karl Mack, "7, Negro, charged with ster.llngl eleven automobile S3OO were fined $1 ?.nd sentenced one to fourteen years At the"*ndiana Reformatory and l/iia_na Stats prison respectively. / f