Indianapolis Times, Volume 38, Number 146, Indianapolis, Marion County, 24 September 1926 — Page 24

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Saint aid Sinner By ANNE AUSTIN

TVItAT HAS GONE REPOSE! CHERRY LANE. 18. a typical flapper, lias a lons list of admirers. One Is CHESTER HART, a former beau of her sister. FAITH, ihe itay-at-home drudse for the Lane family. Others are CHRIS WILEY, whom Cherry meets olandeitmeiy; ALBERT KTTLESON, a traveling salesman, ami 808 HATHAWAY, to whom. Faith is also attracted, but who has eyes only for petite, copper-haired Cherry. . Faith's life is largely made up of setting JUNIOR, 21, and Cherry out of ■‘ropble and hiding their scrapes from their parents. Chester Hart brings GEORGE PRUITT, erstwhile nrtist and son of one of the towns richest families, to call on Faith, and Pruitt admires Faith's tall, womanly body extravagantly. While Cherry is at work the next day. Faith receives a great box of American Beauty roses from Pruitt, which astonishes and pleases her enormously, though her heart ..Is already lost to Hathaway. While AUNT HATTIE LANE, an acidtongued. kind-hearted spinster, is helping Faith to make anew dress, the girl receives a telegram for Cherry, an harries downto.vn to tell the girl, immensely worried at this evidence of an intrigue between Cherry and Albert Ettleson, who is evidently married. She finds Cherry being mado love to by her elderly employer. MR CLUNY, and upbraids her. Cherry protests that Cluny means no! harm, and lies about the me itunff of Ettleson's telegram. When Cherry sees George Pruitt's roses, she believes tiiey are for her. When Prui/.e telephones Faith to invite the two girls to a party at his home, Cherry is tuious with Faith and boasts that siyi can divet Puitt s interest to herself. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER Xi , Xt was after -1 o’clock that night "When Bob Hathaway's low-slung sports Roadster drew up into sleeping Myrtle St. "Come in for Just a wee little minute, Bob,” Cherry pleaded prettily, "and I’ll give you a piece of Cherryspecial gingerbread.” "If you made it, it must be good,” he smiled at her as he climbed out of the car, * Cherry laughed happily, but neglected to explain that the gingerbread' had been made by The delighted pressure of her small hand upon Ills arm he took her shy thanks for his compliment. ' "Someone’s still up—in the dining room,” • Cherry whispered, as they tiptoed Into the dark living room. She snapped on the light in a heavily shaded floor lamp—which Junior had accused her of buying for petting purposes only—and then tiptoed to open the dining room door noise- , lessly. "Why, Faith, you old darling, you’re making my dress!” she whispered ecstatically. “Come on in, Boh. It’s just Faith. Tuck up your hair, darling; it’s simply licking your cheeks,” she added, to Faith, ns she leaned over to kiss her. Faith’s tired face flushed, as her ’(startled. eyes vested on Bob Hathaway, standing Uncertainly in the loorway. "It’s been so hot, and I’ve been awfully busy," she explained apologetically, as she rose hastily, dropping a soft pile of green cltiffon, riotous with tulips. A slight breeze lifted two or three sheets of unfolded tissue paper patterns from the cluttered dining table and drifted them about Bob Hathaway’s feet. He picked them up clumsily and handed them to Faith. The girl winced slightly as his fingers touched- hers. "Faith's a silly old darling, to sit up half the night making me a party dress, isn't she?” Cherry flung her arms about her older * sister’s shoulders and laid her tousled copper-and-gold curls lovingly against Faith's disheveled dark head. The contrast between the vivid, glowing, happy face of the little beauty and the tired, strained, untidy Faith was startling—and t’herry know it. "You must go right to bod, you sweet, tired thing!” Cherry's voice was cooingly corn-, passionate and tender. "I can’t go ijret,” Faith said brusquely, for somehow the look of almost foolish fondness and admiration in Bob’s eyes as they devoured Cherry hurt her intolerably. “I’ve got . It cut out and t,he bodice basted up, hut HI have to get it all ready tonight for a fitting in the morning, since you’ll be Working all day. 1 phoned Aunt Hattie, and she said she’d come over and help me finish up both dresses—'” "Isn't It perfectly adorable materiaL'Bob?" Cherry snatched up a length of the qbiffon and draped it deftly about her small body. "I bought a beautiful blue and orchid pattern for Faith. We’re going to knock ’em dead at George Pruitt’s party, aren’t we, Faith?” But her eyes were laughing into Bob Hathaway’s. "Oh, Bob’s been invited to George Pruitt’s studio party, too. Isn’t that heavenly? He’s going stag. I wonder why! Oh, he’s blushing, the adorable child!” She laughed .and seized his hand. "Come on now, big boy. We’ll tiptoe Snto the kitchen, so as not to wake up my sweet old Muggy and Daddy, and I’ll give you a great, big, ’liscious chunk of gingerbread, if you’ll be real good." “I’m afraid there's not any left. Cherry," said Faith, who had seated herself and was again plying her sv. ift needle. “Junior dashed in at eleven o’clock #nd before I knew what he was about, he'd dashed off again, with the cake box under his arm. He and Fay Allen ate it, sitting. out in her car. I only made one pan, you know.” Cherry flushed painfully with anger and embarrassment. "The selfish pig!" she exclaimed, forgetting to keep her voice low. "Stuffing that terrible Fay Allen with our gingerbread! Fnv Allen’s that awfully fast high school girl that elopeo with a high school boy last year," she explained rapidly to Bob Hathaway, in an effort to divert his mind from How to stop BOILS! There’s only one way to stop boils. Stop the cause of boils! That’s common sense—isn’t it? All right. Boils thrive because the blood gets so weak in healthy, red eells that it can’t throw off the impurities that get into the body. There’s not enough rich, red blood to purify the system. Now—S. S. S. builds back the blood to fighting strength. S. S. S. builds red-blood-cells—builds them by the millions! Boils dry up! S. S. S. is the thing. Impurities that cause boils and other skin eruptions can’t stand up against the rich, healthy, red blood that S. S. S. builds. That’s all there is ° Stop boils *ritK S. S. S. It’s the way. Get it at any druggist. The larger bottle is. more economical^

the fact that she had been baught in a fib about the gingerbread. “Their parents had the marriage annulled, you know, because they were both under age, and she's simply been town talk ever since. We’re Just scared stiff that she’ll rope Junior in. I’m going to make Dad and Muggy put their foot down—” “Cherry!” Mr. Lane's voice, unusually loud and harsh, called abruptly from the bedroom across the hall. "What do- you mean, coming in this time o’ night? What time is ,it, anyway?" "Why, Dad,” Cherry answered innocently, “it's only a little after 11. I’m just trying to get Faith to go to bed." "Well, cut out that palaver in thPre and get to bed!” her father grumbled. "We’re workln’ folks around here, and I for one have to get my sleep." "Isn’t he funny?" Cherry tiptoed into the Jiving room, where Bob Hathaway had retreated, twirling his hat between embarrassed hands. “He's really a darling, but he thinks he has to show his authority,” she laughed indulgently. “We’ll Just shut the door and whisper, and he won’t know you’re still here.” "I’ve really got to be going,” Bob Hathaway told her, avoiding her eyes. “Oh, you’re mad at me!"' Cherry cried in a low, stricken voice. "Just because I told Dad a tiny little white fib. And Bob," her tiny fiody wavering toward him, so close that" a copper curl brushed his coat, "I wasn’t fibbing abput the gingerbread, when I said it was a Cherryspecial. Honest, I wasn’t! I —l made up the recipe myself, and I used to hake it every Saturday, before I had to go to work”—her voice trembled ever so slighly—"and now Faith, who stays at home, you know, makes it sometimes. But the family still calls it the Cherryspecial gingerbread. Please don’t he thinking bad old thoughts about poor little Cherry, Bob. I’m not perfect—” "I think you are!" the man said in a low, thick voice. Then, surrendering completely to the vivid beauty of her, his arms went around the tiny body in a crushii g embrace. Gtgn-ry raised her face, stood on tiptie, to meet his first kiss. Her cheeks were rose-flushed, her eyes like yellow diamonds, when Cherry re-entered the dining room. Faith knew, at the first qui< k glance into that tremulously smiling, lovely face, but she could not spare herself the torture of asking: "He kissed you, didn’t he?” "Didn't hrv though!" Cherry laid a flushed cheek against her clasped hands and laughed Hw, rich gurgle of happiness. "Oh. boy!'Some sheik! And who would have thought it? He looks so quiet and steady—” “Did he ask you to marry him?” Faith’s voice shook in spite of her effort at self-control. "Goodness, Faith, you sound like Aunt Hattie! Give the poor darling time! This isn’t eighteen-umpteen! It’s niueteen twenty-six! Gosh, I don’t feel like I’d ever go to sleep! Thrills, thrills, thrills! Lftrd, I’m glad I’m young and little and beautiful! Aren’t 1 hoautfful, Faith?’ Bhe stretched her tiny, rounded while arms above her head, executed two or three dance steps, then flung herself upon Faith’s lap. \ "I want to talk to you—seriously,” Faith picked up her small sister as if she had been a child and set herupon . the floor. “Go on and get ready for bed. I’ll be in when I finish this seam.” But the seam took longer than any other seam Faith had ever sewed : for the tears, tobe denied no longer, ! gathered in her great, tired brown ' eyes and. overflowed, blinding her. Every nerve in her body was quivering at the thought of Bob Hatha- l way’s lips upon Cherry's. At last she folded up her work, dabbled at her eyes with her handkerchief, and walked slowly and sOftly, so as not to awaken her parents, to Cherry’s' room. Cherry, in a pale pink nightgown was brushing her curls before the mirror of her dresser, her lips curled in a fond smile as she studied her reflection. "Quit admiring yourself like that!” Faith's strong hands crossed upon the pearly little shoulders and shook them. "I hate you when I see you doing that! Oh, Cherry, life isn’t fair—you aren't fair! You take and take and take, and never give anything but a few insincere, sweet words, that make us all your slaves! God gave you everything in the way of beauty, and instead of being content, you take everything else you can lay your hands on. It isn’t fair, Cherry—” "Such is life!" Cherry~impudently quoted her father. “To him that hath, you know. Don’t be an old grouch, Faith. Aunt Hattie has a terrible Influence over you.” "Cherry," and Faith dropped from the general to the particular, with a helpless gesture of resignation, "are you in lot’e with Bob Hathaway?" "Crazy about him!'’ Cherry answered flippantly, dipping her fin.gers into a Jar of cold-cream. "Are you going to marry him?" Faith went on relentlessly, her face drawn with pain. > "Not If I can get Pruitt,” Cherry Answered calmly, as she rubbed the fragrant cream into her cheeks with an upward rotary motion. “You’ll let him faj! genuinely in love with you—Bob Hathaway, I mean—and you'll play him against George Pruitt, and break his Heart without a qualm.” Faith’s voice was bitter and very tired. “He’s old enough to take care of himself. Besides, I may marry him If I can’t land George and if Albert —” She stopped short, bit her lips with vexation. "If Albert Ettleson can’t get a divorce from his wife, you-mean? ’ Faith’s voice was full of genuine horror. "Oh, Cherry, what urt earth will you do next?" "Wait till tomorrow night, and we’ll see what turns up’at George Pruitt’s party,” Cherry answered with angry impudence. (To Bo Continued)

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“The VANITY CASE” A Tale of Mystery ynd Love By CAROLYN WELLS

CHAPTER XLiVII The two men went away, and Truitt led their steps to police headquarters. There he gave a straightforward and- accurate account of what had happened the night before. Mott looked crestfallen enough when he listened to how the two men had captured Heath, but his small eyes gleamed with triumph, when he learned how their quarry had given them the slip. Truitt paid little attention to his 'attitude or expression, but merely said: “You have Perry Heath's confession of his crime?” “Yeg, we have it." “Keep It carefully, and I will take you to Perry Heath, himself.” Amazed looks greeted this statement, and Mott again turned green with his absurd jealousy. "I think we’ll collect Mr. Cunningham, too,” Truitt said, and so, with the necessary police officers, there was quite a little group who hung upon Truitt's orders as on a general's. Truitt walked ahead with Cunningham, leaving Toddy Buck to follow with the disgrunted Mott. The officers were asked to remkin within summons, but outside the house as Truitt stopped at the gate of Sam Anderson’s place. “Anderson Is hiding Heath!” Tod thought to ’himself, with a thrill at the exictement of It all. The four were admitted and Mr. Anderson was apprised of their presence by one of his perfectly trained servants. He came smiling into the room. “Good morning,” he said, “good morning. This is indeed a deputation. What can I do for you? Funds for some public monument?” “No, Mr. Anderson.” Truitt was spokesman. “We just want to ask you a few' questions about the Perry Heath case. AVe know you are lntrested, enough so to engage the services of Mr. Cunningham here, and so I feel sure you will help us in any further w r ay you can." “Certainly I will, and glad to do so. But Mr.—er—Truitt, you remember I told you I saw Perry •Heath last night.” Mott’s eyes bulged, and AI Cun-

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ningham looked startled, but Truitt said suavely: “I remember you did, Mr. Anderson. You were both in the club locker room, weren’t you?" “Yes. Though I don’t think Heath saw me. You see, I was just co/n----ing out when he breezed in, and hurried to his own locker, across the room from m:ne. • He paid no attention to me, and I was so surprised, I said nothing to him. It was in my mind to hurry out and call headjquarters: then I saw you, Mr. Truitt, and I realized that you represented the law', so as you assured me, you were on the job, I did n<t more about it, but came along home.” “And then what did you do, Mr. Anderson?” "Then I went to bed, sir, and to sleep.” “Yes, but before you wgnt to bed?” “After I came home from the club, I went nowhere else. As I t say, I went to bed—” “And I say, Mr. Anderson, you went over to Harbor Gardens.” “Over to Harbor Gardens! My dbar sir, you must be out of your head!” “Oh, no, I’m not,” and Truitt laughed softly. “You see, I wefrt home, and later, Mr. Buck and I went into the Heath house next door to home, and we spent some time there.” “Yes?" Anderson’s tone was disinterestedly polite. “Yes, and W'hile we were there, Perry Heath came in.” 'H>ath! You amaze me!” "Oli, po, Mr. Anderson, I don’t amaze you, because while Heath was there, you were there, too.” “if” ’Yes, >%u. When Perry Heath was there, you were there, too. for tha simple reason that Perry Heath could not be there without you. For, —sit still Mr. Anderson, for you are Perry Heath.” With a sudden swift move, Truitt was on his feet and at Anderson’s side. With a series of quick moves ho had put on Anderson's head a toupee that covered his baldness, and had also adjusted into place a pair of shell rimmed glasses. Perry Heath sat before them! “Put In your tooth!” said Truitt*

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so sfernly, that the man befori him pulled from his waistcoat pocket a single tooth on a plate and slipped it into the place of the missing eye tooth of Sam Anderson. "Oh, what a fool I was!” exclaimed Cunningham. "The night I was here to supper, Anderson had that in, and he left the table to remove it, — and I never caught on that it was a disguise! But Perry Heath! I can’t believe it —or understand it!" "There is no Perry Heath,’ Truitt said, "or rather, there Is no Sain Anderson. Do you want to tell the story. Heath, or shall I?” "There’s not much to tell," Heath said, sullenly. "You fellows hav-i got me. I might as well own up. I'm a bad egg, hut I—oh, well I was goaded into it. I won’t speak ill of the dead, but my wife and I never hit it off. She was of high and mighty variety, and I was a good fellow’?' So, I conceived the plan of being two men. It has been done before—lt isn’t at all a unique instance. / "I built up a second personality, that’s all there was to it. I was often away from home, down in New York, half of every week or so. Lots of the Harbor people are. So, when I wasn’t at home I was making myself into Sam Anderson, a man as different as possible from Perry Heath. Appearance first, of course. This wasn’t hard, as I have a bald head, and always wear a toupee—as Heath, I mean. But, my toupees were so perfectly made and fitted, that no one but my wife ever suspected I wore one. The glasses, which are capital for disguise purposes, are simply plain, clear glass, and no one knew that. The false

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tooth is a natural 'thing for any man to have, but using it only as Heath, it helped to accentuate the difference. For the rest, the style of dress and hat and tie and all that, made two men of me. I practiced a slightly different voice, but, on the whole, it required only a light disguise, for so few Harbor Gardena people know Harbor Park people and vice versa.” "You had two separate lines of business?” Truitt asked, fascinated in spite of himself by the story. (To Bo Continued) GASSED BY OIEESE Bv Timra Bneclnl LONDON. Sept. 24.—The fftlghter Suffolk had Just reached Liverpool and was being unloaded. Stevedores rushed from the hold, complaining of a dreadful odor. Two officers went

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