Indianapolis Times, Volume 40, Number 160, Indianapolis, Marion County, 24 November 1928 — Page 11

NOV. 24.1928

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"LILA LATHAM becomes the bride of HERBERT WARE, but the picture of an old sweetheart, CAPTAIN JACK FARQUAHAR, lurks in her mind. She confides her plight to her friend, DOROTHY CAINE, an artist. While in France during the war, Lila had promised Jack that she would become his bride w’hen his regiment came back from the front. Jack is reported dead, and later his insurance is forwarded to Lila, who gives it to disabled veterans. Herbert learns of the gift, and Lila says the money was her uncle's and was given in memory of his son. Several other complications arise over the gift, but ‘>.rbert’s mind is put at rest. .•Lila one day sees GILROY HOLMES, a war-time buddy of Jack, and she faints. She learns that Jack is not dead and is to return to New York that day. She meets him, and he invites her to luncheon. During the meal, Jack asks Lila to marry him. While he is explaining his miraculous escape from death and the circumstances of his return, Lila is laying her plans. She doesn't dare tell him she's married, so she says she can’t marry him now, because, to save her father from financial ruin, she has become engaged to one of his business associates. Various crises, after this, keep Lila’s nerves dn edge, but she manages to keep Jack in ignorance of her marriage and Herbert in ignorance of Jack’s existence. Fresh excitement is created by May Varney’s husband, who hears the rumor of her foreign romance and asks pointed questions. Jack renews his demands for an early marriage, and Lila is again beside herself. She meets her father, while in Jack’s company, but manages the situation so that there arc no serious consequences. But immediately afterwards she and Jack meet Gilroy Holmes. She bolts, rather than face him, and later puts Jack on the defensive by saying that he was remiss in not presenting his friend to her. The worst jolt, however, comes when her father tells her that Jack frequently loiters near the Latham home, evidently shadowing some one. Mary Varney meeting Lila and Jack at luncheon, teases Lila about Gilroy Holmes, and Jack is furious. At the same time. Lila’s UNCLE DAN comes home from South America. CHAPTER XXXVI (Continued) ; Latham motioned him to a cha r. “Why deprive the Argentine of the joy of your presence, Dan?” His guest made a wry face. /‘You always could say mean tilings in the nicest way, Len,” he remarked. “Well, the truth of it is*, that for the good of my health, or maybe of my neck, the Argentine wjll have to do without me until certain—er—things blow over and are forgotten.” a a tt IN trouble again?” Latham made a grimace. "It must be something pretty raw, if youlve had to come to all this distance to escape the consequences.” "1 never boast,” said his caller modestly, looking into the contents of his glass. “Well, I just dropped in to say ‘hello’ and ask for the news." “No news, except that Faith is gone—you knew that?” “I know. I heard.” The visitor’s face sobered momentarily. “There was a child, wasn’t there?” /‘Lila,’’ nodded Latham. “She’s grown up and married.” /‘You don’t say! That makes me i'cel old. Who’d she marry?” ‘A very estimable young man— Herbert Ware, Rich, too, in his own rigjht. Probably you knew his father in your day, when you were both members of the Hunt Club.” His caller nodded. “Steve Ware. He’s dead.” “Yes. Herbert inherited all his money.” “I’d like to see Lila,’’ said Dan suddenly. Latham frowned; then, after a moment; “Do you think it wise—for her sake?” “I worshipped her mother,” insisted the other stubbornly. “Faith stood by me when I got into—er—trouble.” “‘Lila knows nothing of your trouble,” said Latham quickly. “She thinks you went to South America to make your fortune. We’ve always talked of you as if—as if everything was all right.” His caller sighed, his cheeriness gone for the moment. > tt a tt “/"WUESS I’ll be going along to VT meet my pals. I’ve a chance for? a good thing, Len, out in Oregon. All I need is a little capital.” He paused hopefully. -“Glad to have seen you, Dan,” said his brother-in-law suavely. “Drop in again some time when you’re in this part of the world.”

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‘-‘Tell Tony!” For a wild half-minute, as she wept stormily, Crystal considered teUing Tony Tarver the whole truth and nothing but the truth about Pablo Mendoza. She would tell her that there was no- ” Pablo Valencio,” gentleman and artist, but a Pablo Mendoza, whom a kind God had sent tc her to make good her lies—a Pablo who worked as a commdn “hand” on the Grayson dairy farm. But the impulse passed. “Os course, you’re right,” she sobbed, dabbing at her mascarasmudged eyes with a sopping handkerchief. “It is Pablo. But not what you think,” she added hastily as Tony clenched menacing fists. “Pe—he's asked me to marry him—” And he would have, too, Crystal told herself, if she’d given him the chance. "“Good work, Crys!” Tony applauded, sitting back on her heels and regarding her chum with pleased, brilliant, blue-diamond eyes. “Tears of joy?” —no!” Crystal admitted, breaking into a fresh torrent of grief. "You don’t mean you’ve turned down a wow like that!” Tony marvelled. “Os course I’ve got an ahti-marriage complex, but—gosh Crys, I thought you wanted to get nj&rried! I thought that was the major idea!” “-Tony had given Crystal her cue, land between her real grief and th* necessity of keeping up the fiction of “Pablo Valencio,” poor Crystal needed help sorely. “Do you think I’m utterly selfish?” she sobbed. “I love him too much to ; marry him!” And that happened, wonderfully, to be true, -she told herself. A snob for a wife would make

Dan sighed resignedly. “I rather thought you wouldn't,” he said. “Anyway, there was no harm trying. So long, Len.” The butler showed him out. Half an hour later the hall porter at the Hunt Club sent a page to Herbert, who was playing a last rubber of bridge in the card room before starting for home and Lila. “There is a person asking to see you, sir. He claims that he was a personal friend of your late father, but, as there would seem to be some doubt ” “I’ll come.” Herbert was very punctilious about all obligations of the past, as well as the present. He found a red-nosed, baldheaded man sitting placidly in a reception room, surveyii \ his surroundings with cheerful interest. “Not changed a mite,” he was murmuring. “Might have been only yesterday that I was a member here.” At the sight of Herbert’s astonished face, he got up and held out a stubby hand. “You’re Steve Ware’s son and Lila’s husband. I’m her Uncle Dan from South America!” CHAPTER XXXVII. A Good Yarn Wasted HERBERT prided himself on his composure under all cinCfTmstances, and he was convinced he could carry off any situation. He regarded the man who claimed to be Lila’s Uncle Dan from South America with an air of polite interest and concealed his natural amazement. This was not the sort of person he would have selected as a relative of his wife; nor could he reconcile Uncle Dan’s appearance with the gesture that had given j away SIO,OOO to charity. Herbert greeted him cordially and invited him to have "something that might not necessarily be ginger ale.” But Uncle Dan with a wistful look refused the generous offer. “Thank you son,” said Uncle Dan. “I’m rather unwanted around here. You see, sir, I was kicked out of here once,” he said plainly. Herbert’s horrified expression made him smile grimly. “But I’d like to talk to you some place else.” Herbert bundled Uncle Dan into a taxi with speed, his head in a whirl. Why hadn't Lila mentioned this before. Arriving home. Herbert was polite. He plied Dan with cigars in the smoking room. His caller sighed contentedly. “You've been successful in South America, I understand?” asked Herbert politely. "Well, I’ve kept my head above water,” the little man replied. Herbert was puzzled. ‘And your wife?” "But I never had a wife,” said Dan blandly. Herbert stared. “You didn’t have a son killed in the war?” “No.” His caller set down his glass. Herbert rose and paced the fioor. "Pardon this personal question. But why did you send my wife SIO,OOO to give to charity in memory of your dead sen?” Dan's mouth opened ludicrously. “Says, if I had SIO,OOO I’d put it in an old sock and retire.” It seemed to Herbert that the room was swimming around. “There’s some mistake somewhere,” he muttered. “I’ll say there is, if anybody has been telling you I went in for charities. I’m the best object for charity you ever saw. Son, I’ve been skimping for twenty-five years. "I had money once and ran through it like a fool after my father died, got into trouble and skipped. My sister, Lila’s mother, stood by me and sent me all she inherited, little by little. There wasn’t a penny left for, her child when she died. "There you have the financial' record of an old rake in a nut shell.”

Pablo Mendoza absolutely wretched. But she could not go on telling near-truths; fiction was demanded: “Pablo has to go to Paris. Os course he has to go to Paris. I’ve told him so a hundred times.” “Then why in the name of my sainted ancestors don’t you go to Paris with him?” Tony demanded sternly. “He has no money at all,” Crystal retorted drearily. “I’d have to work and all I know how to do isstenography, and my French is terrible. ‘l’d have to learn it all over again and French shorthand, too. Oh, it’s no use, Tony! I’ve already sent him back his presents.” “Even his sketches?” Tony demanded incredulously. “You poor benighted little sap! I’d like to kick you, but I suppose you’re feeling bad enough as it is. I’m not feeling any too jolly myself,” she added morosely. Crystal was instantly diverted and sympathetic. “Dick?” she Dreathed. “Os course! He was one of the party. I’m beginning to think I must be a magnet, as some of the older men tell me solemnly, for Dick is never more than a few feet away “He's hanging around outside now —going to put up a stiff argument about my going out with Tim Parker tonight,” Tony answered. “Have you met Tim? I’m to cure myseif of Dick. And believe me, Crys, that boy is really a disease with me. Bet I’m running a temperature right now.” “But what did he do on this trip to Hangman’s Hill?” Crystal asked. “Oh, nothing,” Tony shrugged, “except to try to force me to elope with him. We were fifty miles from Hangman's Hill Saturday night be fore I realized what the good-look-ing brat was up to.” (To Be Continued.)

Herbert got to his feet. Tm afraid you’ll have to excuse me . . . I’m not well ...” The door opened. Lila stood on the threshold. Lila's questioning gaze went from her husband to the rotund, shabby little man who sat peacefully in a comfortable chair. "Lila,” said Herbert stonily, “this is your Uncle Dan.” And, white faced, he dashed from the room.” “Hello, little niece,” said the caller affably. “You don't know me, of course. I was a bit before ycur time.” Mechanically, Lila approached him. “Uncle Dan, how do you happen to be here?” “Just dropped in for the evening.” he told her. “I’m leaving for the west tonight.” “Did you talk to Herbert.” Lila clutched his sleeve with cold fingers. And then she found that Dan had talked to Herbert about his “son ’ and denied the legacy. She hid her face hi her hands and sprang away from him. “Oh, what shall I do? Dan,” she cried re turning to him, “You win have to help me.” Then she told him about the gift to the charity for soldiers. That is, she told him all she could. The good natured Uncle smiled reassuringly. "I’ll do the best I can, Lila,” he promised. Lila tried to feel reassured, but she was cold with fear. CHAPTER XXXVIII Broken Friendships JACK FARQUAHAR rode moodily uptown in a taxi. His lean, dark face was stem; his gray eyes boded ill for some time; his handsome mouth was set in a straight line. “A gentleman has been waiting in your room for some time,” the hotel clerk told the captain as he passed through the lobby. Farquahar nodded, ascended the elevator, and opened the door. Gilroy Holmes sat in a chair. "Hello,” said Gil. “You’re a good one to give me a 5 o’clock appointment and then come in at 6. And I passed up tea with a wonderful girl, too,” “Well, that girl had tea with me,” said Jack closing the door. Holmes stared. “You know Miss Mason?” “No, but I know the girl with whom you planned to have tea is my fiancee.” “What are you talking about?” demanded Holmes. “I trusted you, Holmes, and you knew that Lila and I were engaged. Wasn’t it rather low on a pal to take advantage of his supposedly being bumped off in France to make love to his girl?” Holmes was staggered. “Why I haven’t seen Lila since that night J in France when we had the supper party. The captain lit a cigaret and seating himself on the edge of a chair regarded Holmes coldly. “I’d expect you to deny It.” Holmes was angry. “See here, Jack, there is some mistake. Who told you such rot?” “I happened by accident to hear a friend reminding her of what she had confessed. Lila denied it, of course” said Farquahar carefully. “Oh,” said Gil, “if you only overheard the thing, you have no idea that it is true.” Farquahar smiled grimly, then turned abruptly to his friend. His eyes were bright with anger. “You were my friend, Holmes, but I’ve got this to say: You keep away from Lila.” (To Be Continued.) (Copyright, 1927.' Metropolitan Newspaper Service!

How Bright Is Your Baby?

Hands, eyes, ears, mouth—all these help to teach baby that he is an individual, a person. He learns that other people come and go. Other people smile at him and speak to him. They call him something. When he is tiny, they often call him baby. What does baby call himself. Answer the following questions by underling Yes or No. Then turn to th ekey to see if your answers are correct. 1. Does baby call himself by the name he hears other people use when they speak to him? Yes No 2. Is the first name he uses for himself apt to be "baby?” Yes No 3. Does he next use his own name, Jack or Mary, as the case may be? Yes No 4. Does he recognize his name before he can use it? Yes No 5. Does he know his last name as soon as his first one? Yes No 6. Can he tell you his last name as soon as he can his first? Yes No 7. Is baby about a year old before he ever calls himself “I”? Yes No 8. Does the 2-year-old- mix up I and you; that is does he say “I” when he means “you”? Yes No 9. Does baby call himself “me” or “my” before he does "I”? Yes No 10. Is baby 2Vi before h' always speaks of himself as “I”? Yes No

Key to Questions

Nos. 1,2, 3. 4. 7,8, 9, 10. Yes. Nos. 5 and 6. (He can not tell you his last name until he is 3 years old.) Next we will talk about baby’s brain and how it grows. (Copyright, 1928, Science Service, Inc.)

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