Indianapolis Times, Volume 40, Number 207, Indianapolis, Marion County, 17 January 1929 — Page 11

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CHAPTER XXXV—(Continued) “I wanted to mail a letter, Mums. Would I have time Just to run down to the mail box?” Maizie came to the door, with the pan of potatoes in her hand, whipping them to the frothy consistency of a meringue. “And who are you writing letters to. Lamb?” “Oh—nobody special. If dinner’s *eady, 111 wait.” “For goodness sake, Ash!” remonstered Sadie. “Sit down and eat.” a a a SHE took her place obediently. It was a real company dinner. Iced grapefruit, with a cherry on top, to begin with. . . . And Maizie had new napkins, hemstitched by hand. * There were sweet peas in a little cut glass vase on the center of the table, standing on a round mirror that had been among Maizie's wedding presents. And pink candles in tall holders. Maizie had wound smilax around the candle sticks, and wreathed it across the mirror, and snipped the poor pink heads off a few sweet peas, and scattered them over the surface of the mirror. It was very festive and pretty. And Maizie, in her Hoover apron, was pink and white as her color scheme. “You’ve lovely color, Mums,” Ashtoreth told her. And kissed her golden hair, that was so dark at the roots, and so shiny on the top. "Start at the very beginning,” commanded Maizie, “and tell us every single thing, honey.” Ash tore th sighed. “Wait unti after dinner,” she begged. “There was a dinner on the train, but I saved every bit of my appetite for you, and now I’m simply ravenous.” . Maizie heaped her plate with a drift of mashed potatoes, white and soft as a snow bank. And squash, running over with melted butter, and sprinkled with paprika. There were brussells sprouts, green and tender as young lettuce. And huge mushrooms, dark and succulent. ‘And here,” proclaimed Maizie, wielding the carving knife, “is a piece of steak to put new life into you.” Ashtoreth looked on her plate with horror. The thought of food appalled her. But it was easier to eat than to talk. Not really eat, either. She could pretend. Daily with the dreadful pile of squash, and the great mound of potato. “You tell me,” she suggested, “what’s been happening while I’ve been away. There must be lots of news.” While they talked, she could be thinking of some way to telephone Hollis. . . . And something to say to Monty, if he arrived first. ana MAIZIE looked embarrassed. “There’s no special news,” she said, glancing uncomfortably across at Sadie. Sadie grinned wickedly. “Yes, there is, too,” she declared. “Only your mother don’t like to talk about it, Ash.” “Why, what is it?” Ashtoreth looked from one to the other in surprise. “Sadie’s just fooling,” injected Maizie “Here, Ashtoreth. let me give you some more mushrooms, dear. Mercy, you haven’t as much as touched that nice squash— I didn't get too much pepper in it, did I. dear?” Ashtoreth took a forkfull. "It’s seasoned perfectly,” she pronounced. . . . “What's the news, Sadie?” “Well,” Sadie paused deliberately for effect. “It’s like this. Ash—” . “Sadie!” commanded Maizie. “Aw now. Mrs. Ashe!” Sadie left her place at the table, and went and stood behind Maizie, and put her arm* her neck: “What is it?” ...anded Ashtoreth. “Sadie's been ill advised,” began Mazie. “11l advised!” scoffed Sadie. “I went to a swell lawyer, didn’t I? Dan Corum. Ash—he defended Mae Mullin and Billie Green in that big blackmail case, and got them off scott free. “And the Forrest girl that was the gunman's sweetheart. He’s got

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It was nearly dark and the Plimptons were quarreling rather bitterly over the question of supper, Mr. Pllmton having romantic notions about a roadside restaurant feat, to celebrate the annexation of Crystal, or “little Miss Patricia" as he called her. to the party, and Mrs. Plimpton doggedly insisting upon their usual can-opener-and-frying-pan meal. ”Ain’s a bit of sense blowing in three Or four dollars on one of these ‘southern-fried chicken’ dinners,” Mrs. Plimpton repeated. "Please don’t bother about me an instant!” Crystal said. “Well, suit yourself, Aggie,” Mr. Plimpton gave in, as he drove the car into a country lane. “I’ll get a chance to look over the morning paper I bought in Stanton. We was held up there all day while them j garage bandits tinkered with the! car.” he explained to Crystal, “but j I left the paper in the pocket of the car an'’ haven’t looked at it j yet.” He shook out its folds as his wife got out of the car and began to poke about in the high pile of bedding and camp equipment which filled the tonneau. “See that they are still looking for that there Jefferson girl. They think she was kidnapped and the crooks are afraid to ask for ransom,” he added sociably to Crystal. “Cy Plimpton, if you think I'm going to slave over supper all by myself you’ve got another think coming.” his wife called angrily. Crystal, who had again sunk into apathy of despair, roused herthen to offer her services, which were curtly refused by Mrs. Plimpton.

a lot of detectives working for him. And the way he does things—he gets something on the other fellow. The defendant, they call him. “And then, even if you haven’t a good case against anybody, he can shake him down for a settlement out of court, because he’s dug up a lot of stuff, that he’ll publish, if he doesn’t come across. Get me, Ash?” “No, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” a a a ASHTORETH was plainly bewildered. “She means,” explains Maizie, "that she’s going to sue that Mr. Hart you used to work for. And I’ve advised her against it again and again—haven’t I, Sadie?” "Sue Mr. Hart!” Ashtoreth stared at Sadie, horrified. . . . “What are you talking about?” “Well, Mr. Corum says I got, a case,” declared Sadie. “And what I says,” pronounced Miazie stanchly, “is it’s nothing but blackmail.” “I guess Dan Corum knows!” flashed Sadie, choking on a few sprouts, hastily injected. “He says I got a real good case.” “You mean,” elucidated Maizie sternly, "that he can shake down Mr. Hart, if you want to make trouble. But I’ve told you already, Sadie, and I’m telling you again—there’ll be none of that under my roof.” Sadie appealed to Ashtoreth. “Do you blame me, Ash? A guy as rich as him—gee!” The telephone rang shrilly. CHAPTER XXXVI “Tj'XCUSE me, please,” said H/ Maizie, with her best company manner, and rose to answer. “What? No—this is J. No, there’s nobody here by that name.” Ashtoreth’s insides rose and fell, and rose again, in that peculiar fashion of insides, when their owners are in great mental distress. ”1 fuess you got the wrong number,” concluded Maizie affably. . . . And Ashtoreth’s stomach was curiously soothed. She put her hand on her heart, and decided it would probably slow down in a minute. Her stomach felt like an empty cavern, but it had stopped churning. And that was something. “I thought maybe it was Monty,” said Maizie, smiling all over, and standing near Ashtoreth lovingly. “I wonder what time he’ll get here?” “Monty?” shrilled Sadie. “Is Monty coming to Boston?” “He’s flying over,” announced Maizie proudly. “Gee, I wonder how much that costs? There’s a guy that don’t count his pennies,” approved Sadie. a a a SHE smiled at Ashtoreth. “Guess he must be crazy about you. Ash.” But Ashtoreth could not return the smile. She looked at Sadie coldly. “You don’t really mean,” she demanded, "that you are going to sue Mr. Hart?” VI certainly do!” - Sadie laid down her knife and fork, clatteringly. . . . “And what’s it to you?’’ she inquired. “But, Sadie, it would be so dishonorable! Besides, you signed an agreement to leave him alone.” Maizie looked'puzzled. “An agreement?” she said, frowning. “What do you mean, Ashtoreth?” Sadie crimsoned, and shoved her chair back from the table. “That’s right!” she jered. “Spill rhe beans!” “Doesn’t mother know the whole 3tory?” Ashtcreth abandoned all pretenso at eating. “It’s your own fault, Sadie, if I’ve given something away. I’m sure I don’t know what you’ve been telling.” “Why. she told me,” began Maizie hesitantly— But Sadie cut in sharply. "Oh, let’s talk about something elsel” “You began It,” pointed out Ashtoreth. “Yeah. Well, we’ll drop it now.” Maizie rose to take the dishes away, scraping them at the table, and gathering up the silver. “If you’d rather have apple pie,” she instructed, "keep your forks. We

, The man had left the dash light on, and as husband and wife set about getting supper, the girl picked up the Stanton Morning Star and began to look over the front page, in a piteous effort to keep from thinking. "Jefferson Oirl Believed Kidnapped,” announced a big headline. Crystal frowned as she tried to remember the case. A Darrow girl —high school senior—missing for days; woods combed for her; lakes dragged. There was a picture of the girl, a wistful-eyed, sweet-faced thing, not more than 17. The caption beneath the picture caught Crystal’s still half-dared mind: “Pretty Elsie Jefferson, who has not been seen since she walked out of the Darrow high school ten days ago. "Police are working on the the* ory that the beautiful high school' senior went to keep a tryst with t sweetheart of whom she had hinted, but whose existence her family indignantly denies." "To keep-a tryst,” Crystal repeated. . “Maybe Elsie had a sweetheart like Pablo, someone of whom she was a little ashamed, but whom she loved. ... To keep a tryst, I wonder w'taat they'll say about—me?” The thought, admitted idly, quickly took complete possession of poor Crystal's harassed mind. What would 800 and Faith and Tony think? By this time they would know that she had disappeared, taking a suitcase full of clothes with her. Would they jump to the conclusion that she had gone to "keep a tryst?” (To Be Contained.)

got seme lovely chocolate ■ ’’dding, with i ipped cream. “I think maybe you’d rather have that. The pie’s just a little doughylooking. Maybe the oven was slow: . . . Who’ll have another cup of coffee? There’s a whole half jar of nice hevay cream left.” She ambled from the room, with her arms full of dishes. And Sadie turned quickly to Ashtoreth. "What your mother don’t know won’t hurt her,” she said. “And I didn’t see any need for telling her about the apartment and all. . . . Oh, I told her enough to keep her from worrying. I didn’t want her thinking I was a bad girl.” “No?” Ashtoreth was sharply sarcastic. “And what do you suppose she’s going to think about you now?” “But, Ash ” Sadie spread out her hands beseechingly. “That guys got more money than’s good for him. He’s rotten with it, that’s what he is. And Mr. Corum says ” a a a MAIZIE, with the coffee pot, entered the room. “Nobody ate their nice dinner!” she moaned. “I declare it’s real discouraging—” “Why, Mums. I ate a lot!” protested Ashtoreth “You’ve no more appetite than a bird,” wailed her mother. “Just peck at your food, that’s all.” “Well, I’ll eat a big helping of pudding,” consoled Ashtoreth, “with slews of whipped cream.” “There’s a swell program on the radio tonight,” announced Sadie, sugaring her coffee. “I just got the batteries charged,” contributed Maizie. “Monty wrote, and said he’d get me an electric one. But I wasn’t going to let the boy pay for it, and I knew he’d never send me a bill.” “What time is Monty getting here?” Sadie was making conversation politely, and with apparent effort. “Do you know what time he left New York?” Ashtoreth shook her head. “No, I don’t. He wired mother that he was arriving by plane, and must see me immediately. It sounds sort of mysterious.” “It sounds sort of like he was in love,” she speculated shrewdly. “Don’t you think so, Spdie?” “Who—me! Oh, you bet.” Sadie folded her napkin carefully. “Now don’t you two do the dishes. I’m going to run down to the mail box. I’ll be right back. Want me to take your leter, Ash!” Ashtoreth was confused. “No, thanks,” she said. “It isn’t quite ready yet. But don’t wait. It isn’t awfully important. Tomorrow’ll be time enough.” a a a NOW. honey, you go right’ in and lie down” ordered Maizie gently, when Sadie had gone. “You look all tuckered out. I’ll just clear the table, and pile up the dishes. And we’ll let them go till morning. Sadie’s real good about helping. And don’t you pay any attention to her talk about Mr. Hart, dear.” “You don’t think she means it, mother?” “Oh. she means it right enough.” Maizie’s mouth closed grimly. “But I Went down to see this Mr. Corum yesterday, and I gave him a good piece of my mind. Blackmail—that’s all it is. “I told him Sadie was under my protection, and I wasn’t goihg to stand for any monkey tricks, not from him, nor nobody else. I told him, from all I ever heard, Mr. Hart was a good, decent man. And Sadie herself wouldn’t ever say he’d been anything but a gentleman to her.” Maizie lowered her voice. “Do you know, dear, what those two were cooking up—Sadie and this lawyer of hers? Well, you’d never guess!” Maizie shoved her daughter into a chair. “Sit down,” she ordered affectionately, “and take a load off your feet.” “What was it, Mums?” . . Ashtoreth wondered if she could keep the excitement out of her voice. “Well, it seems—” Maizie bent a little nearer, as though she were imparting a secret, and the very walls had ears—“there’s a story around Mr. Hart’s office that he’s off somewhere with some woman “And this Dan Corum, he’s terrible unscrupulous man, Ashtoreth, he figured, if they could get any proof, they’d be able to blackmail Mr. Hart. Well, I don’t know exactly what Sadie had to do with that part of it. But. she’s been snooping around his office, trying to pick up some information, I suppose. "And then there’s something about a hired girl at Mr. Hart's aunt’s house. She isn’t really a hired girl at all, but a detective from Corum’s office. “She’s trying to worm things out of the aunts, I suppose. Maybe she’s opening letters, for all I know. It’s an awful dirty mess, Ashtoreth.” “But, mother!” “Sh, child!” cautioned Maizie. “And be careful, Lamb, that you don’t let Sadie know what an old sleuth you got for a mother.” Maizie chuckled richly .... “Wouldn’t she be surprised though!” “Why mother, it's dreadful!"

ASHTORETH took her mother’s hands, and held them tightly. Her own were like ice. “Don’t you worry, dear. I • got Satie under my wing now, and she’s not going to get in any trouble. What that girl needs is a mother’s eye on her. “The trouble with you young people,” pronounced Maizie, “is you forget your mothers knew it all before you. Sadie now—she thinks I’m an old fogey, and innocent as a babe unborn. “Talking with a girl like her wouldn’t do any good, so I just took things in my own hands, and acted accordingly.” “But, Mums; she’ll go right ahead. You can’t stop her. Besides, you don't know everything she told Corum.” Maizie s lips tightened. “All I know,” she said, “is that little snip ot a Sadie Morton is playing right in the hands of a blackmailer that’s got more brains in his little ’finger than Sadie's got in her whole head. (To Be Continued!

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