Indianapolis Times, Volume 40, Number 130, Indianapolis, Marion County, 20 October 1928 — Page 11

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CHAPTER XLVIII Continued. “Wait, Craig—l came to tell you something.” “But, Sib—you don’t mean that. Teddy’s not really dead—not your little Teddy.” He was staring at*her as though he believed her crazy, and his face was gray and drawn as hers. “I wouldn’t tell you, Craigie, if it wasn’t true. No, dear, I haven’t gone insane. Teddy’s dead. I know, because they put him in the ground, you see. Underneath the snow. And they let me dress him very warmly, and put his toys in his casket, like pagan mothers do. “Teddy was hanged, Craig. He choked to death, when I went out to see a man I used to love. Oh, they say he was watching the snowflakes. but I know better. He was looking for his mother. With his little nose pressed against that ice pane, in his flannel nightie, shivering in the cold, waiting for me. And I didn’t come, Craig. I'd gone to see this man. He’s going to be married very soon. She’s a nice little girl—nice like I used to be. Her name's Kitty, and he says she’s his salvation. But he wanted me just the same. Only then the tele - phone rang —and Teddy was hanged.” “Sybil—darling—don’t!” She put her hand against his lips. “Yes, Craig. I’ve got to. Let me tell you, Craig.” With a touch of wildness she clutched his hand. He knelt then beside her, and took her cold fingers in his and held them warmly. She leaned against him, and he was aware poignantly of her loveliness and desirability. And the glamor of her presence enfolded him as it always did. tt tt a WHEN a man of profound nature has loved a woman for many years, and been denied the fulfillment of his love, there may rise from this denial a sort of protective tenderness. A rare and lovely thing like a wraith of passion. And it embraces the object of his adoration gently as the perfume of a summer’s night. It is an exquisite beatitude, and diffuses the precious fragrance of a gracious dream. In some magnetic way SyHl felt herself enfolded in the spiritual garment of Craig's love. But when he raised her hand to his lips, and kissed her fingers, one by one, she drew them away. "No, Craig. Not yet. I’ve come to ask you something. But you must hear me first.” “Yes, darling.” He soothed her gently, stroking her knees. ”Ive been a bad girl. Craig.” “No, no, Little Sweet.” It was his turn to put fingers across her lips. "No, Sybil. Dear little, good little girl—No.” “But I have, Craig. Listen. The man I went to see was John Lawrence. He didn’t die at all, Craig It was all a mistake. He—he’s very much alive. Mabel knew him first—only she didn’t know he was John, you see. She thought his name was Roger Caldwell. He’s a real estate agent. And Mabel was looking for an apartment. ' And when th© agent came I was there, dont’ you see? And it was John Lawrence. “He'd had amnesia, Craig. He wasn’t killed at all. He’d only forgotten. And when he saw me he fainted. And then Mab and I revived him, and he knew me. . . . Oh, it’s such a dreadfully long story, Craig.” He pulled her short skirt down over her silken knees and held his peaces “And that night,” she said, paling as she told it, “I went to see him. I went to his apartemnt, Craig. And I wanted him to make love to me. He told me about the girl he is going to marry, and he said she was his salvation, and his compass and everything. And still I wanted him to make love to me. You see, I am a very bad girl, Craig.” He was silent. “And then,” she said, “he asked me if I had had lovers. Craig. And he came and took me in his arms.

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Tony found her father sitting in an awning-covered, upholstered swing on the flag-stoned terrace behind the drawing room. As she slipped silently through one of the French windows she saw a wreath of smoke curling about his head. She ran and flung herself into his arms before he suspected her presence “Spank me, Pat darling! Spank me like you used to when I was little and naughty,” she sobbed, cuddling against his breast. Pat Tarver’s arms did not go around her, and his voice was neither angry nor loving as he answered: “You’d better go back to bed. It’s getting cool.” “Oh, Pat!” Tony sobbed, shaking his shoulders. "Don’t be polite to me now—after what I’ve done. Tony’s sorry, Pat, so sorry.” Pat Tarver smoked a while, his lips making a little put-put sound against his pipe. Then slowly he laid it on the padded seat of the swing and put his arms about his daughter. He had never in her life held out against her so long. “Crystal’s idea?” he x asked huskily, after a long pause, during which Tony sobbed violently. “Ye-es, but—oh. have I forgotten how to play fair? She thought of it,” Tony confessed miserably, trying to check her sobs, “but I jumped at it.” “Pretty good scheme,” Pat commended gravely. “Showed me that I’m a middle-aged fool, running after a middle-aged cheap sort of movie siren—though I’m not so dead sure you’re altogether right about her, Tony. She’s had a pretty rough time of it. “But we’ll let that pass. You sure showed old Pat up to himself while you were putting the screws on Eloise. Pretty good scheme.” “Oh, Pat, quit! You’re break-

And he kissed me |id then the telephone rang And it was Mabel. And Teddy w T as dead, only I didn’t know it then.” ‘‘Poor little girl. Sweet little, dear little girl.” n a HE reminded her of a monk on his knees, telling a litany. A beautiful litany of infinite sweetness. “Craig—darling.” She put her lips to his ear. “I’m not very desirable any more. A little while ago .... when you loved me ... I had Teddy. And I was very happy. Now' Teddy is gone . . . And I feel very old. . . . Could you love me now, Craig?” “Oh, my dear. My dear.” He buried his face in her lap. “I wish you could,” she whispered, “but if you can’t, it’s all right.

This is the tv enty-second of "The Presidential Parade” series, reviewing presidential politics and elections of other years. BY RODNEY DUTCHER, NEA Service Writer (Copyright, 1928. by NEA Service, Inc.'

ASHINGTON, Oct. 20.—Three words—Rum, Romanism, Rebellion—ended the presidential hopes of James Gillespie Blaine and made Stephen Grover Cleveland the first Democratic President since the Civil war. That famous campaign of personalities in 1884 was remarkable for many incidents, but none ever demonstrated the peril of a bad break in politics so well as the result of Blaine’s attempt to snare Protestant votes which cost him vital Catholic votes, supposedly in his bag. The campaign found the nation disgusted with

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high-handed political bosses. Garfield had engaged in a battle to the hilt with Senator Roscoe Conkling, Republican ruler of New York. The government service was up to its neck in cheap partisan politics. When Conkling tried to brow-beat him life merely cut Conkling off the patronage list, filling New York federal offices with men outside the

Conkling machine. Then Garfield was killed by Guiteau, a disappointed office seeker. Popular revolt against machine politics was to cause the 1884 campaign to be called the “Mugw’ump Campaign,” because party lines were crossed as never before. Democrats Are Lucky Under such condition the party in power was unfortunte enough to nominate an unscrupulous politician with a tainted record, and the Democrats lucky enough to choose as upright a man as ever ran for the presidency. The Republican nomination lay between Blaine and Arthur, who had been a good President, but whose ability to carry his own state of New r York w T as doubted. Blaine was nominated on the fourth ballot. The Demo -ratic convention found Tammany desperately bucking Cleveland, elected Governor of New York by a huge 190,000 majority in 1882 and known as a'man of rugged honesty and bravery. Campaign Is Bitter The campaign was close and bitter. The Mugwumps said Cleveland was better than his party and promised to return to the G. O. P. later. The regulars called them “Dudes and Pharisees.” The old corruption charges were raised against Blaine and hurt him a lot. A cartoon showing him tattooed with scandals gave him the name “the Tattooed Man.” The Maria Halpin scandal, involving Cleveland, was brought to Blaine and he gave it to the national committee to spread broadcast. Cleveland’s managers came to him in dismay. “Admit it!” said Cleveland. But when documents implicating Blaine in a scandal were brought to Cleveland he bought and burned them. Sure of strong Irish support, Blaine stopped off in New York six days before election. Pastor Makes Blunder The Rev. Dr. Tiffany had been selected to make the speech. But

ing my heart!” Tony begged piteously. “We didn’t mean to hurt you —that is—oh, go on and punish me! I deserve it, but Pat darling, I—l did want you to—to get over it and not take a chance on making Peg a laughing stock with her new friends and maybe breaking her poor little heart. You know that, don’t you, Pat?” “I’m not scolding you,” Pat reminded her gravely. “I was just a little surprised at your methods. My gallant Tony—more like a fairminded boy than a— Well, we’ll let that pass, too. “Reckon it’s time for me to say I’m sorry, too Sort of glad it’s over, Tony—more than just ‘sort of,’ Not that there was anything—” his voice stumbled with embarrassment. “I know!” Tony interrupted eagerly. “You just wanted a little romance before—” "Before I put the other foot in the grave?” Pat chuckled, and the suond was the sweetest that Tony had heard. It meant that she and Pat were “all right” again. “You know I didn’t mean it when I harped away on the ‘older generation,’ you devil,” Tony laughed shakily. "Why, darling Pat, you’re younger than I am this minute! “You’re so young that sometimes I feel I ought to make you give up smoking, for fear it will stunt your growth! And then I remember that you’re six feet tall and the grandest, handsomest, most understanding father in the world! . . . Pat—” her voice changed suddenly became hesitant and wistful, “I’ll promise never to be a cat again, if you—if you—” “If I’ll promise never to step out again? Do you think I’d dare, with a little vixen like you on my trail?” (To Be Continued)

Craigie. I didn’t really think you would. I’m so miserable, you see. Men never love miserable women. . Os course you don’t want me. . . . I shouldn’t have come. But I wanted to know, Craig. ... I wanted to be sure.” She rose unsteadily to her feet, and when she swayed he caught her, and held her close. And she was as sweet in his arms as her anemones. “Oh, my darling. My poor hurt little darling.” "You love me?” she murmured. “I love you so,” he whispered. “I love you so. . . .” Then she raised her face, all wet with tears, and he kissed her pale white lid 6 so gently she scarcely felt his lips. (THE END)

the ministers started to fight among themslves over the honor and compromised by giving it to the oldest man present, the Rev. Samuel Dickinson Burchard. “We are Republicans,” Burchard said, “and don’t propose to leave our party and identify ourselves with the party whose antecedents have been rum, Romanism and rebellion.” Loses New York Blaine was paying no attention. At any rate, he overlooked it and the newspapers blared out next morning with the Burchard speech. Denials did no good. The Irish were wild because he had stood for it. And Blaine lost New York by 1,150 votes, and so the presidency. It has always been conceded that “Rum, Romanism and Rebellion” switched the needed Irish voters to Cleveland. The popular and electoral vote was: Cleveland 4.875,000 219 Blaine 4.852,000 182 General Ben Butler of Massachusetts, nominated by the AntiMonopoly and Greenbacks parties, polled 175,000 votes. John P. St. John of Kansas, prohibitionist, had 150,000. Next—The Cleveland-Harrison battles. NOT W. C. T. U. OFFICIAL State Head Denies Martinsville Woman “National Director.” Mrs. Elizabeth T. Stanley, Indiana president of the W. C. T. U. today issued a statement denouncing use of the phrase “a national director of the W. C. T. U..” after the name of a Mrs. Pearl Vernon, Martinsville, in a poster advertising a political meeting at Clinton, Ind. “As state president of the Indiana W. C. T. U. p I want it distinctly understood that Mrs. Pearl Vernon holds no such position; and has no official connection whatever with either the state or national W. C. T. U. organization,” said Mrs. Stanley. STATE HIGH IN BUILDING Indianapolis Gains Over Last Year In Survey. Indiana ranked twelfth in the nation’s building construction for September, according to figures made public today by the building survey department of S. W. Straus & company. A thirty-five per cent gain over September construction in 1927 wa , shown. Indianapolis showed a forty-one per cent gain with $2,041,038 spent for building as compared to $1,445,084 spent in September, 1927. CITY HELD CRIME PREY Town Retarded by Reputation, Declares Murray. “Organized crime looks on Indianapolis as legitimate prey,” Raymond F. Murray, Democratic nominee for prosecuting attorney, told employes of the Lauter Furniture Company at noon today. “The building of a greater Indianapolis is being retarded by the unsavory reputation the city has received through unpunished major crime in the last three and a half years,” he declared. ACT IN MOWREY ESTATE Administration Letters Are Issued by Judge. Letters of administration were issued Friday by Probate Judge Mahlon E. Bash in the estate of Henry R. Mowrey. 3722 North Capitol avenue, who died Sept. 27, 1927. The estate totals SIOO,OOO in personal .property. 193 Students Work B>y Times Special TERRE HAUTE, Ind., Oct. 20. Os the 530 men students enrolled at Indiana State at the present term, 193 are working to pay tuition expense?.

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