Indianapolis Times, Volume 40, Number 171, Indianapolis, Marion County, 7 December 1928 — Page 34

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CHAPTER XLIX AT the door of the theater, Lila and Herbert met Jack Farquahar, face to face. Lila held her breath. Her gaze sought Farquahar’s beseechingly. His eyes were dark and inscrutable. Not a muscle of his face moved. He passed on without a sign of recognition. Lila understood. He would keep his promise, if she kept hers. She and Herbert went to a night club for supper. They arrived home late, but the hour made no difference to Lila. She couldn’t sleep. For the rest of the night she sat by the window and stared out over the sleeping city. She heard the first rattle of the milk-wagons; she saw the eastern sky grow light with the first touch of dawn. Her day—her last, day—was at hand! She would make her confession to Herbert after breakfast. That would forestall Farquahar, to whom she was to telephone at 11 o’clock. Farquahar, of course, expected that call to tell him at what hour he was to fetch her for their marriage. The message he would actually receive would be a bolt from the blue. ‘ Lila could hear herself faltering: “Jack, I’ve something to tell you. I can’t marry you. I was married to Herbert Ware—after you were reported dead.” 7- Her plans, however, went astray. Herbert, evidently believing that she would wish to sleep late, went downtown without disturbing her. , So when Lila descended to the breakfast room, there was only Herbert’s vacant place to greet her. That meant, of course, that Farqjiahar would see Herbert before she could reach him. Never, never could she go to his office to make her confession. She thought of summoning him home on a pretext of illness. Siddons brought her iced melon, but she couldn’t eat. “The last breakfast of the condemned!” she thought. Then, quite suddenly, the inspiration for a respite came to her. She hurried to the telephone and rang Farquahar, who answered rather shortly for an about-to-be bridegroom. “Jack,” she said breathlessly, “will you grant me one last favor?” “What is it?” he demanded suspiciously. “Will you—will you consent to having the ceremony performed out of town? You see, dad—well, it wouldn’t be such a shock as if it appeared in all the papers without warning ” She held her breath while he considered. . “All right,” he agreed, to her relief and surprise. “It just happens to work in with my own preference. I had a tip last night that there’s a horse running at Saratoga tomorrow that’s sure to clean up. A little windfall wouldn’t do my finances any harm. What do you say to goiing to Saratoga for our marriage and a honeymoon?” tt tt tt “/”\H,” she gasped, “that would—vJ* would be splendid. But we’d have to go separately. Jack. It—it wouldn’t look well otherwise.” He laughed dryly. “You have your moments when you’re extraordinarily keen about the conventions, haven’t you, Lila? But I’ll agree. I’ll leave today and make arrangements about a license —it may take time —and hotel accommodations are bound to be difficult during the racing season. • “Then you come along tomorrow, and everything will be jake. But no fooling, Lila! It’s your last chance, and I won’t stand for any more nonsense.” “Yes, Jack,” she promised feverishly. She was reflecting that this respite would give her the opportunity to have a few hours with Herbert before making her confession. The next day Farquahar would

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Bob was close behind Faith when she flung open the door to Crystal’s bedroom. '.‘‘She can’t have been here, or Beulah would have known,” Bob reasoned. Faith cried out at him impatiently, as she opened the closet door: “Not necessarily! Beulah took Robin out in his pram this afternoon and I was playing bridge at Mrs. Harrison’s—Bob! Half her clothes are missing! And her suitC&S6 ! f * Bob whistled, then he grinned, almost cheerful again. “Well, anyway, it’s not a Jefferson-girl sort of disappearance. But I must say the little devil has her nerve—to walk out on us this way, when we’ve given her a home. Where do you suppose she went—and why?” Faith sat down weakly on the edge of Crystal’s bed. “Eloped, I suppose. She’s been acting awfully mysterious of late. . . . Remember all those yellow roses, Bob? The cards were written in Spanish—” “Why didn’t you make her tell you all about this mysterious chap of hers?” Bob demanded irritably. “Oh, there’s the bell! Tony, I suppose. Shall I bring her in here?” “Yes,” Faith nodded, passing a hand over her dazed eyes. “Hasn’t Crys turned up yet?" Tony demanded, running ahead of Bob into the room. “You’re sure she didn’t leave any farewell note? I can’t imagine Crys running away to get married without leaving a word of explanation—” “Then you think she did elope?” Fath revived a bit. "I knew there was some man, but she seemed to enjoy being mysterious about him. He sent her yellow roses three or four times—” “Yeah,” Bob grinned. “Half a dozen little ones—dollar-a-dozen kind. Guess he wasn’t any too flush.”

receive a special delivery letter telling him the truth at last! She said good-by to Farquahar shakily. “You don’t sound like a happy bridegroom! ” “I don’t feel vei’y much like one!” was the grim reply. “This whole funny business has got my goat. But I’m going through with it now if it kills me.” Lila rang up Dorothy and told her the latest development. “I shall spend the day at home, and this evening—oh, Dot!” Her sob broke through the phone. At noon May Varney called her. Her voice was sharp and bitter. “Lila, I’ve stood this as long as I can. Protecting you from the consequents of some wretched affair in France is losing me my husband, You’ve got to tell the truth to him.” “Give me util tomorrow, May?” implored Lila. “Then I’ll have confessed everything.” May laughed shortly. “You’ve been promising me that for weeks. I tell you, Jack Varney is on the war-path. I can’t wait another day. If you won’t clear me, I swear I’ll go to Herbert this very afternoon with the truth and make him explain everything to Jack.” “One more day, May!” “No!” May hung up the receiver with a vicious bang. Even while Lila sat staring at her own telephone, its bell tinkled again. She answered it apathetically, thinking: “What fresh trouble can this be?” Herbert’s voice came over the wire. It sounds jubilant. “Lila, darling, get ready for a little trip. I’ve a surprise for you— I’ll explain later. But be ready to catch a 3 o’clock train.” “Where are we going?” she queried breathlessly. “Saratoga!” u tt “You’ve simply got to go with us, Dot. There isn’t any other way.”

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BY PAUL M’CKfcA. See how the Capitol throbs with activity Stirred by excitement from chamber to dome; See how society primps for festivity, Thinking of parties and Thursdays “at home;” See how new leases are signed momentarily, Gone from apartments are placards “to let;” Merchants and tradesmen all celebrate merrily— Gavels have sounded and congress is met. See how Nick Long worth is looking his nobbiest; See the lame ducks looking hopeless and glum; See how the corridors clutter with lobbyists, Little Jack Homers with ready-poised thumb; See the reformers in righteousness rivited, Tired from a summer of labor and threat Seeking new pleasures that should be prohibited— Gavels have sounded and congress is met. See how the members with help secretarial Formulate measures the hoppers to fill; Some for enactment and others for burial, Some for committees to mangle and kill. Some will survive through the will of majority, Giving us that many more to forget. Soon we can’t sneeze unless granted authority— Gavels have sounded and congress is met.

Height Sounder to Save Lives of Air Mail Fliers

This Is the fourth of a scries on the dangers faced by the pilots who fly the airmail. By SEA Service x The new “height-sounder” developed by Dr. E. F. Alexanderson of the General . Electric laboratories at Schenectady, N. Y., promises to save many a pilot’s life as soon as it is put in use in the dangerous airmail courses over the Pennsylvania mountains and the Rockies. With the radio beacon, radiophone and numerous protective

“No, he wasn’t—any too flush,” Tony said slowly. “Maybe you’d better tell us all about it,” Bob suggested. ‘tAfter all, she’s my cousin. Guess I might have been a little more pally with her, but somehow she got on my nerves, flirting and fluttering her hands and batting her eyelashes—” “Poor Crys!” Tony said softly. Then, “Gosh, I hardly know how to begin. It sounds so wild, now I come to think of it—” “It would, if Crystal had anything to do with the first telling 'of it,” Bob interrupted irritably. “All right, Faith—all right! But you know the girl’s a romantic little f001..,. What’s the dope, Tony?” “Well.” Tony began slowly, “it all began this summer when I was in Canada and you folks were in Michigan. Crys wrote me something about a ‘mysterious suitor.’ “I gathered she’d met him in the country somewhere, when she and Rhoda spent the week-ends at the Jonson form, you know. When I came home from Canada, naturally I was all agog for more news of the ‘mysterious suitor.’ “I—l have always hoped Crystal could get married happily, because she seemed to need love more than any girl I ever knew. So—l encouraged her. Lord! I hope I didn’t shove her off into something that will be ghastly—” “Go on, Tony,” Bob commanded grimly, his anxious eyes on Faith, who looked suddenly as she had looked so many times when Cherry had been in jams—blighted, older than her years. “Well, I don’t know his name,” Tony admitted. “And how he looks or how Crystal said he looks. I couldn’t help taking Pablo Valencio with a grain of salt.” (To Be Continued)

Lila, dressed for traveling, stood in Dorothy’s studio and implored her. “It’s the last .favor I’ll ever ask of you!” she begged. Dorothy’s cool glance went to her watch. “There’s scarcely half an haur before your train. Yes, I could make it. But what earthly good will this postponement do, Lila?” “I don’t know,” confessed Lila desperately. “But I’m just like a condemned criminal: I won’t give up all hope until they lead me to my execution.” Dorothy rose from her drawingboard and quietly slipped off her smock. She rang for her maid. “Pack a bag quickly, please. Put in changes for several days.” She turned to Lila. “I’ll be ready in ten minutes. Have you your car, or shall I call a taxi?” Lila stared at her admiringly. “I have my car. Oh, Dot, there isn’t another girl like you in all the world!” In ten minutes Dorothy appeared, wfearing a smart beige tailleur and a little hat of rose-colored straw. She carried an expensive looking dressing-case. “Ready!” she announced, with a faint smile. In the car, she said to Lila: “Perhaps I haven’t mentioned it —but your Captain Farquahar and I parted on rather strained terms. I don’t believe he’ll be very glad to see me, and, as for Herbert—well, it seems to me that I’ll be decidely de trop all around!” Lila squeezed her fingers. “What do you care? You don’t give a snap of your fingers for either one of them.” Dorothy Inaade no reply, but a queer little smile played around her pretty lips, as she wgtehed the eddying crowds through th window. (To Be Continued) Copyright. 1927, Metropolitan Newspaper Service. New York.

devices in their planes pilots now are able to fly safely through fog and storm, except for one thing. No one yet has been able to devise an altimeter—which shows a pilot his altitude above the ground under all conditions. Airmail pilots are hopeful that Dr. Alexanderson’s new device will meet this need. Nothing But Barometers “The present altimeters we are using are nothing but barometers, so adjusted as to show us our altitude above the point at which we take off,” according to Wesley L. Smith, one of the originial airmail pilots. Smith now is superintendent of the eastern division of National Air Transport-. "Theoretically, when air pressure lessens altitude has been increased. But practically, this may also mean the plane has plunged into an area of lower pressure. “Several of our pilots have been dashed to their deaths against mountain sides because of this, when they thought they were flying at safe altitudes. “One of them was Charles H. Ames. He was killed in 1925 when his plane crashed against a mountainside near Bellefonte, Pa. Hits Low Pressure Area “Ames had run into a low pressure area as he flew west from New York. His altimeter apparently showed he was flying at a safe altitude, because it was adjusted for weather conditions when he left New York.” But there are other dangers which instruments and other modern devices have thus far failed to combat. One of them is ice, the most feared foe of airmen. Prom late fall until spring ice clouds are an ever present source of danger. Sometimes pilots can plow through them up into clear air and fly over them. But at other times their motors are unable to surmount the ice clouds. Landing Often Perilous Stil another danger which confronts pilots and sometimes takes their lives comes when they find themselves at the end of their run or with their gas supply low and forced to come down in weather so thick they are unable to find a safe landing field. “That cost the life of pilot Lawrence H. Garrison recently near Warren, 0.,” Smith explained. “He had been forced down in a field. He failed to see a ditch, his plane rolled into it, and turned over. “Garrison was knocked out, but not otherwise injured. But a stump of brush ripped open the gas tanks, spurting gas over the wreck and it burned.” Next and Last: Making the airmail safer.

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