Indianapolis Times, Volume 40, Number 209, Indianapolis, Marion County, 19 January 1929 — Page 5

JAN. 19. 1929

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THIS HAS HAPPENED All sort* oi tilings are happening to ASHTORETH ASHE. First, she gets hereeif engaged to a muiti-mi’.lionaire — the famous HOLLIS HART. Then an exsweetheart. MONTY ENGLISH, appears upon the scene. / Axhtoreth leaves Hollis in New York, and returns by train to Boston, following their arrival in America from a cruise to the West Indie*. Hollis means to fly to Boston. When Ashtoreth reaches home, she learns that Monty is also flying that night to Boston, determined, he wires, to see her on an important matter. Ashtoreth and her mother, with SADIE MORTON, are listening to the radio when the broadcaster of the BOSTON NEW’S announces that a plane, in flight from New York to Boston, ha* been lost. Mrs. Ashe telephones the paper tor further information, and learns something else from the city editor. The News has received information about Hollis Hart and Ashtoreth. There has been a scandalous story alreadyprinted in late afternoon papers in New York. The Boston papers will have it next morning. Mrs. Ashe, heartbroken and aghast, appeals to her daughter. It isn't true, what he says? Say it l*n't true. Ashtoreth!’’ NOW’ GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXXVIII ASHTORETH faced them like an outraged goddess. Tall and slim, and white as marble. *'lt’s a lie. of course,” she said. “Was Holly there?” demanded Sadie shrewdly. “Yes, he was there.” Ashtoreth turned on her defiantly. “But you know perfectly well, Sadie, that everything was all right.” “Yeah!” Sadie jeered roughly. “I know you’re a dam’ sight smarter than I am —that's what I know. And not a dam’ bit better. Just smarter, that’s all ” "It’s a lie, ’ repeated Ashtoreth. “Not a bit of truth?” besought Maizie desperately. She took her daughter's cold hands and chafed them nervously. “A lie that’s all a lie, dear —” she choked —“my mother used to say that. I haven’t thought of it for years. ‘A lie that's all a lie,’ she used to say, ‘can be met and fought outright. But a lie that's half the truth is a harder thing to fight.’” tt tt tt Ashtoreth shrugged. “Oh, it’s half the truth, all right,” she admitted. “Half the truth! I bet it is! exulted Sadie. "Got all worked up, didn’t you, when I wanted a little cash? Gee, no wonder!” Maizie turned on her like a termagant. “None of that!” she ordered. “None of youj* cheap talk, Sadie Morton.” But Sadie would not be silenced. “Ask her about the tropical island love nest!” she taunted. “Ask your lily white daughter that, Mrs. Ashe.” “See here!” Ashton .t\ turned on them proudly. “Hollis and I axe engaged. We're going to be married. ...” Suddenly she grew tense, and her chin dropped in a frightened sort of way. . . . “He’s flying over from New York,” she said. “That’s why I was so worried, Mums. He—he—may be dead!” “Maybe!” Sadie was shrill and unfeeling. And her voice pierced like a cruel shaft. “Tliat would be a good break, wouldn’t it, Ash? Dead men tell no tales. They don’t even deny engagements. “Why don't you say he married you. Ash? You’d bet' :r wait, though —he might be alive, you know Maybe it w r as only Monty that got killed. The poor sucker!” Maizie clapped her hand roughly over the girl’s painted mouth. “No more of that from you, young lady! You’re a guest in my house, and I don’t want to have to put you out.” Sadies subsided, with a final shot. .. . “Where’s your ring, Ash? I never knew a millionaire that didn’t give a girl a diamond!” tt u tt MAIZIE was quieter now. “Mr. Burton is going to call back in ten minutes,” she said. “I told him we’d have a statement for him. Is it true. Ashtoreth, that Mr. Hart has asked you to marry him?” Ashtoreth inclined her head. “Os course it is. Mother. But we weren’t going to say anything about it.” “I bet you weren’t!” interrupted Sadie. “I wanted to tell you first,” continued Ashtoreth. “Hollis said there’d be an awful lot of publicity, and we would both hate that. We didn't mean to make any announcement at all.”

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"Don’t be a bigger fool than the Lord made you, Cy Plimpton!” Crystal's unwilling road-hostess cut into her husband’s protests sharply. •'lf this little fly-by-night wants us to dump her on the highway, with night coming on, she’s got her reasons. "A married man with his wife along ain't Just what she’s looking for! Let her go, I say, and good riddance! She won't be alone long—” “Aw , Aggie, button up your mouth!” her husband commanded. "Now, listen, little lady—” to Crystal, who had alighted from the car—"lt ain’t none of my business why you've changed your mind about going to Kansas City and if I got too fresh, with my teasing and carrying on. why I didn't mean no harm —” “Oh. no,*no! You've been kind, kind!” Crystal sobbed, frantic for them to drive and and leaver her to work out her plan for saving Pablo from Bob's wTath. "I've Just remembered something terribly important. * “That's all! Please—l'll be all right. I’ll walk to the nearest station —Oh. please! I thank you with all my heart. I do. I do! But I must be alone now—” Crystal could have screamed aloud with relief when at last Cyprus Plimpton stepped on the gas jpnd his heavily laden car trundled '%off Into the twilight. | “Hel-10. girlie! All by your lonesome? Gee. Ed. this is oui lucky Jpay! Hop in, girlie! Did that other %uy get fresh with you?” Crystal had not heard the noisy approach of the Ford roadster i

”Dc you love him, Ashtoreth?” Maizie was half a head shorter than her daughter. But she put her head back and searched her child’s eyes. And she put her plump hands on Ashtoreth’s slim shoulders and held them firmly. Comfortingly. “You love him better than Monty? You didn't promise him be-v cause he was rich? It’s him you love, Ashtoreth—not his money?” “Os course I love him!” Ashtoreth spoke sharply. "But, Mums, I don’t want to announce our engagement without his knowledge. Maybe he's at the club now. I was to telephone him there. I asked him not to call me. I'll try to get him now . . .” Maizie shook her head. “Mr. Burton said he wasn’t in Boston,” she said. “They’d tried everywhere. Burton said he left the boat in New York and registered at the Ritz. He checked out a few hours later. Then he dropped f-om sight. been watching the trains, His valet hasn’t heard from him, or his chauffeur. They couldn’t get any information from his office.” Ashtoreth moaned. "Then he took the missing plane,” she said quietly. “And Monty, I think, is with him.” u SADIE laughed harshly. “It ain’t every girl has a coupla lovers doin’ a nose dive together,” she observed. “Just like the movies, Mrs. Ash!” Ashtoreth turned her back on the girl and spoke to her mother. “I’ll tell you all the details later, Mums,” she promised. “But I should think it would be enough for the papers if you said I met Mr. Hart, quite by accident, on a trip to the West Indies. That I visited his plantation at Dominica and returned today to Boston.” “What about the engagement?” interrupted Maizie. “Oh, dear—l don’t know what to say! What is it society people say when the newspapers anticipate announcements? I know!—tell him you've no statement to make. That you refuse to be interviewed.” “And I’ll tell him—” Maizie warmed to the subject—“that if he prints one word that isn’t true we’ll sue for defamation of character.” “Hear! Hear!” applauded Sadie. “I’ve a dam good mind to make a statement myself..... .Tell him, Mrs. Ashe, that Miss Morto;.. a friend of your daughter’s, is filing suit against Mr. Hart I’ll give him a good story!” “Sadie!” Ashtoreth’s tone was threatening. “If you caused a thing like that to be published, Mr. Hart could send you to jail for the rest of your life.” “He could not!” “Oh, yes he could,” insisted Ashtoreth. “You haven't any case against him, and you know it. You'll never be able to get a lawyer to bring suit, and Mr. Hart could have you arrested for threatening. tt tt tt “F-pHERE'S the telephone!” . . • 1 Maizie had the receiver off before it stopped ringing. . . • “Hello. Yes. Mr. Burton. My daughter and I have been talking things over, Mr. Burton, and we have decided to make no statement. No —we've absolutely nothing to say. Miss Ashe refuses to be interviewed. ... -What!” . . . Well, that’s different. Wait a minute. They’re all right, you say? Nobody hurt? Oh, the pilot—that’s terrible. Who was the other passenger, Mr. Burton? A Mr. English?” Maizie’s color was returning. She glanced over her shoulder at Ashtoreth. And she kept nodding into the telephone, smiling. Her voice changed and became soft and cosy again. “Well, that’s all right, Mr. Burton. No —no —I understand. It was your duty, of course. n h, I know all about the things newaper men have to do. Wasn’t my Joe on the paper for fifteen years? “Well, of course anything Mr. Hart says is all right. No, she just took a little trip. For her health, Mr. Burton. Oh, no—it's very sudden. Love at first sight?—well, I suppose you might.

with its two slightly . intoxicated • young men. And after she had repulsed this offer of a pick-up her feet almost automatically forsook the highway, took her into the deep wheel- uts of a lane leading, presumably, to a farmhouse. As she struggled along m the dark the headlines of the Morning Star repeated themselves foolishly over and over in the chaos of her mind: “Jefferson Girl Believed Kidnaped.” The fingers oi Crystal’s left hand were still gripped tightly about the rolled-up paper, but it was too dark now for her to read. What if those half-drunk boys in the roadster had kidnapped her— Crystal Hathaway? The Morning Star would have had another headline: "Hathaway Girl Believed Kidnapped.” The Plimptons would tell reporters and police how the men in the roadster had stopped to talk with her. But the Plimptons thought the girl to whom they had given a lift was “Patricia Waterbury." But they knew she had come from Stanton and if Bob had the papers publish her picture in tomorrow morning’s paper, in an effort to find her. wouldn't the Plimptons recognize it as a likeness of their temporary road-guest and hasten to inform the police that she had not been running away with a handsome young Mexican, but that, after they had let her leav<L their car in the dark on the state highway, she had been accosted by two “rough-looking” men? “Hathaway Girl Believed Kidnapped”—She repeated. Well, then —she would be kidnapped! (To Be Con tinned)

“But listen, Mr. Burton—just as i favor to Joe's wife and little girl —don't say anything about a love nest, will you, Mr. Burton? It sounds so cheap, don’t it? Oh, awful. Pictures? “I don’t know as we have any. Oh. not tonight—she’s too tired. Well, maybe. No—l don’t know, I’m sorry, Mr. Burton—l don’t like to be rude—but my little girl’3 right here. Oh. that’s all right. No harm done. Yes—yes. All right, Mr. Burton.” Maizie slipped the receiver on its hook. Her face was glowing. “It’s all right, honey. Mr. Han’s all right. Apd Monty. They took the same pline. Mr. Burton says it got lost in the fog. “They were flying somewhere over Connecticut, when the motor died. The ship went into a nose dive, he says, and cr shed down through the trees. They were over a woods, I guess. The poor pilot got hurt, but the passengers nly got shaken up. “Mr. Burto: says they hiked through the woods, out on to a road and stopped an automobile, that went back and got the pilot. They sent him to a hospital. “And the reporters down there talked with Mr. Hart and Monty. Os course Mr. Burton don’t know about Monty. He just said there was another passenger—a Mr. English. They just got a flash on it. He says there’ll be more news pretty soon.” u tt n thank God!” Ashtoreth’s lips moved in soundless prayer Sadie had buried her head on the arm of the divan, and was crying softly. I’m a-awful g-g-glad,” she sobbed. “H-honest I am.” Maizie 'comforted her roughly. “Os course >ou are. Dry your eyes, and stop your nonsense. And tell Ashtoreth you didn’t mean anjr of the nasty things you said.” “I didn’t, Ash. I—l’m just a-a egg—that’s all. But, honest, Ash, I didn’t. You—you just sort of g-got my goat—that’s all.” Sadie dried her eyes on the starchy cuff of her pretty blouse, and wiped her little red nose on her sleeve. Now Maizie was crying, with her arms about Ashtoreth. And Ashtoreth, over her mother’s shoulders, was blinking through a haze of tears. “Here, pipe down, you two!” Sadie was in command of the field again. “Cut it out. What do you think this is—a bawling fest? Oh. my gosh, there’s that phone again!” Ashtoreth answered, choking back a sob. “Yes —this is Kenmore 0510-J. Connecticut calling?” She clapped her hand joyously over the mouthpiece. “Connecticut!” she told them gladly. .. . “He 110.,. Oh, hello, Sweetheart. How are you? Oh, my goodness, yes—we know all about it. You weren’t hurt? Not a bit? He’s with you now—oh, that's w’onderful. “Let me speak to him, Hollis. No—not now, dear. Before you shut off. I mean. Oh. I’m so glad to hear your voice. I’ve been frightened to death. “No, we heard it over the radio —that the plane was missing, I mean. Oh, about the accident—no, we got that over the phone. One of the papers called us. You’ve talked with a reporter? “Oh, isn’t it dreadful! What did you tell him. Holly? You did! Really and truly! That's wonderful, Holly. Oh, the papers here have it, too. “No, I don’t, think they’ll use it I don’t know. They might of course. You never can tell. . . . Listen, Holly does Monty know? . . . Everything? . . . “Wasn’t it just the strangest thing—that you should meet him. I mean. . , .My dear! When did you discover who he was? . . . Tonight! Oh, that’s wonderful! You’ll come right here “Oh, Holly, I’m so excited! Yes, yes, dear. C£ course I do. Do you? “Oh, hello Monty. Hello. This is Ashtoreth. No—ASHTORETH. Oh, excuse me—l’ll call her. ...” tt tt a ASHTORETH turned from the phone. “Monty wants to speak to you, Mother.” Sadie was powdering her nose, and trying desperately to appear nonchalant, “Oh, Sadie—Sadie!” Ashtoreth had forgotten her anger, and all her grievances. “Holly’s coming here tonight.” Maizie turned from the telephone. “He’s gone,” she said. “Monty—the connection was broken.” Sadie was slipping into her coat. “I just happened to think,” she exclaimed. “I got a date to spend the night with Eloise Brooks. Honest, Mrs. Ashe, I forgot all about it. You let them dishes go, and I’ll be back in the morning.” She had slipped away almost before they knew. Then Ashtoreth turned to her mother, and her face was glowing, like a saint’s at prayer. “Holly’s going to get the five-day law waived.” she cried. “And we’re going to be married tomorrow.” (To Be Continued) A wedding—a strange, strange wedding—in the>next chapter. BILL TO_M POWER Draft to End Disputes on Pauper Attorney. First steps of county commissioners to obtain official power to appoint the county pauper attorney will be taken next week when a bill will be drawn along this line 'or presentation to the sUte legislature. The recent dispute over naming of a pauper attorney this year led to the appointment of Lloyd D. Claycombe by the commissioners and John Royse by Criminal Court Judge James A. Collins. Royse has been acting in the court. Both men are expected to file claims for pay.

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