Indianapolis Times, Volume 40, Number 211, Indianapolis, Marion County, 22 January 1929 — Page 11

JAN. 22, 1929.

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THIS HAS HAPPENED MAIZIE ASHE, married lor fifteen vears to a newspaper man, warns her daughter and HOLLIS HART of the ways of reporters. ABHTORETH, her only child. Is marrying Hollis Hart. A triumphant marriage. from a worldly point of view. The Harts are one of the oldest families in Boston, and Hollis is a multi-mil-lionaire. Ashtoreth Is a poor little stenographer, but beautiful as a Follies clothes norse. The story is meat for the press. Particularly in view of the fact that Hollis, flying from New York to his fiancee in Boston, has figured in an airplane accident. With him. at the time, was MONTY ENGLISH, an old sweetheart of Ashtoreth'*. Monty was also hurrying to her. because he had read that day in a New York paper a story, which Implied that the "well-known clubman—the rich and famous Mr. Hart" had become involved In a rather lurid romance with “a young lady of unusual beauty, said to have been a stenographer in his employ.” Monty, furiously angry, meant to get at the facts of the story. Following the crash, he learns the Identity of his tra.cling companion, and ascertains that he means to marry Ashtoreth in the morning. . , Hollis motors from Connecticut, where the accident took place, to the Ashe flat in Boston. Meantime, the Boston papers have heard, not only of the airplane smash, but the story that was printed in New York. Tney besiege the house like an army. . , And Maize warns the lovers, ‘You’ll never escape them. Don’t I know? There’s no outwitting the pack ’’ NOW GO O MVITH THE STORY CHAPTER XL MAIZIE was right. There was no fooling the pack. They camped all night on the doorsteps. Hollis left the apartment as day began to break. Then the reporters divided forces. Half of them followed him in taxis to his club. Others were waiting there. Begging interviews. Demanding statements. There were photographers with flashlights. And Miss Fannie Drown of the Trumpet, who never went to bed. “Oh, Mr. Hart,” begged Fannie, clutching him by the coat sleeve. "There’s just one little thing I want to ask you. Tell me, Mr. Hart, if it is your belief that stenographers make better wives than society girls.” He shook off her detaining hand. “God lord, madame, you don’t expect me to answer a thing like that I” Fannie was running up the broad steps after him, whipping a dogeared notebook from her pocket. A pencil from the depths of a big brown handbag. “Let’s say sweethearts, then,” she compromised swiftly. “Do stenographers make better sweethearts than society girls, Mr. Hart? From your own personal experience I mean.” u u n PARKINS cams trotting through the revolving door. “There’s a gentleman what says ’e's a personal friend, sir, waiting in your bedchamber, sir. Hit’s me own opinion, ’e’s a news ’ound, if I may say so, sir.” With scant grace, Parkins bundled Fanny down the stoop. “A gentleman's club! Hit’s no place for ladies, Miss,” he advised her. A suave young man rose from the club chair, in the sitting room of Hollis’ suite. “Sorry to intrude this way,” he apologized pleasantly. "But business is business, Mr. Hart. There’s a rumor around town that Dan Corum is filing suit for breach of promise against you. “Stories from Dan’s office indicate that he’ll be on the job first thing in the morning. He's made no statement himself, but the News wanted to give you an even break, so I came directly to you, Mr. Hart. “Rather rotteen, busting in on you this way, I know. But you understand how it is.” Hollis looked at him in astonishment. “It’s news to me,” he declared. “And you might tell Corum for me, that if he pulls any of his dirty stuff, I’ll give him a punch in the nose. And I'll sue his whole dam’ firm for defamation of character.” The suave young man smiled. "Then there's nothing to it, Mr. Hart?” “It’s blackmail,” Hollis told him shortly. “That’s Coruin’s specialty, isn't it? It’s the sort of stuff they pull on Babe Ruth and Red Grange, and any poor devil that happens in the limelight. “And half of the suckers pay, and the other half let them take it to court. Well, I’m not going to give Corum a cent, and I'm not going to

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Forcing an entrance into the temporarily abandoned shack was easier than Crystal had hoped. By standing on her up-ended suitcase, she was able to pry off a board nailed across a window, then to raise the sash. She bruised a knee and tore a stocking as she dropped to the uncarpeted floor. Groping in the dark interior, she at last found the fireplace, with its broad mantel. And there her icy, trembling fingers discovered a box of matches and the stub of a candle set in a saucer. No palace, tricked out by an interior decorator, could have looked so beautiful to Crystal as the big, almost bare room which was revealed to her by the wavering light of the candle. Sobbing and laughing hysterically, the girl ran across the creaking boards of the floor to the outer door. It was secured from the inside by a rusty bolt Undoubtedly it was the cabin’s back door which the owner had locked and to which he carried the key. The main room of the two-room cabin was about eighteen feet square. Two cots, against opposite walls of the room, were neatly made up with rough gray blankets, but without sheets. An old morris chair, upholstered in faded green plush, was drawn up to the fireplace, and two cheap, cane-seated straight chairs faced each other across a bare pine table, evidently used as dining table, desk and library table by the cabin’s owner*. For on the table were three Sep- • ember magazines, a bottle of ink, a titter of pens, pencils, writing paper, envelopes and dishes. The

let him take it to court either. I’m going to knock his head off, instead. Now you might take him that little message, and see what sort of a come-back he has for that.” The reporter smiled disarmingly. “That’s the way to handle those guys,” he approved. “And all the skirts that make the trouble, too. I’ll tell him what you said, Mr. Hart. And, take it from me, there won’t be another squawk out of Dan ... By the way, congratulations are in order, aren’t they?” The suave young extended his hand. n a u HOLLIS shook his head. “You’d better save your felicitations for a while.” The other looked surprised. Grieved, in fact. “You’re not going to be married in the morning?” he exclaimed. “Why, the News heard . . .” “The News,” interrupted Hollis, “heard nothing of the kind.” “Then you’re not to be married in the morning? Shall I quote that, Mr. Hart, as coming from you?” Hollis’ shoulders sagged wearily. He looked desperately tired. And a little old. “Good lord!” he appealed. “Have you no respect for a man's private affairs? What if I should ask you if it was true that you beat your wife? Or meant to elope with the red-haired waitress at Childs’. Can’t you see it Wouldn’t be any more presumptuous or absurd?” The man chuckled. “That is the price of greatness,” he said. “If I had a few milion, Mr. Hart, I wouldn’t care what you asked me. No, nor what you said about me, either. I’d thumb my nose at the cockeyed world. And I’d tell the tabloids to go to the devil!” Hart smiled grimly . . “I was about to say something of the sort,” he de.Jared. The other took his hat. “I was wondering when you’d suggest it,” he declared good humoredly: “Well, goodnight, Mr. Hart.” “And you certainly know how to pick 'em. Miss Ashe can have my vote any old time. And that, I might say. is the consensus of opinion among the gentlemen of the press.” “And how in blazes,” demanded Hollis irritably, “do you know what Miss Ashe looks like?” nun THE reporter beamed affably. “We’ve some very good photographs of ■ her,” he explained. “The studio, where she sat last summer furnished several cuts, in exchange for what we call a ‘credit line.’ It's customary, you know. We print in the comer ‘Photograph by So-and-So,’ and they count it good advertising. There are several profiles and a beautiful full face. “Asa matter of fact, one of the artists was painting on a veil and wedding gown, when I left the office. You’ll see it in the first edition, Mr. Hart. Four-column front page lay-out.” Hollis choked angrily. “It may be all in the day’s work,” he sputtered, “but it’s a hell of a way to earn a living.” His caller bowed. “If I had inherited a few millions, I should not,” he murmured politely, “be engaged In such a nefarious occupation. Our motto, Mr. Hart, it ‘Give the people what they want.’ Presidents get elected on that platform. So I guess it’s good enough for the News.” He withdrew. And, slipping out a back way, took a taxi to the office. “Nothing,” he mused, “to set the i world afire, but a pretty good story at that.” And, in his mind’s eye, he saw a banner line in the first ' edition. MILLIONAIRE HART THREATENS ATTORNEY CORUM. nun MEANTIME, Fannie Drown had hurried to Maize’s flat. Now, Fannie was rated the most ingenious safe sister in Boston. She offered Che taxi driver double fare, and told him to step on it. “I’ll bet,” she moaned, “they've beaten me to it—Belle Bailey and

latter, although of the cheapest variety, were clean. The place was evidently the occasional retreat of a city man. But Crystal had no time for more than the barest flicker of interest in her unknown host. She had work to do. Her chaotic mind was not capable of planning every step of her scheme at once. But she did know clearly what she must do first. Since she was “kidnaped,” there must be a ransom letter. A detective story she had read gave her the idea for the ransom letter she now set about concocting. There was a stick of chewing gum in her hangbag. As she sat at the table, with the front page of The Morning Star spread out before her, she chewed the gum until it was a soft, sticky mass, eminently satisfactory as glue. , At last the message was complete, the ringed -words selected from the front page of the newspaper joined by straight lines, forming the “letter” which was to bring shivery thrills to a million newspaper readers later: “Your girl relative is safe if you come through, but we will not be responsible for consequences if you notify police. “Place $5,000 in bills of small denomination unmarked in shoe box and leave on sidewalk in garbage can in front of your house after midnight Wednesday morning. If our messenger is followed or molested in any way girl will pay penalty. This will be our only letter. Do not fail. Two who mean business.” Crystal shivered herself. But —how to mail the letter, now that it was written? (To be continued)

Vina Adams. I never should have played anything, but the girl end!” Fannie was right. Maizie, who couldn't bear to refuse anybody anything, had been persuaded to admit a chosen few, selected as spokesmen for the group. When Fannie found that out, she bribed the Janitor, and waited in the hall, while he delivered a note. Maize read it, and admitted Fannie. Belle and Vina and Johnny Mahoney smiled when they saw her. They knew Fannie’s favorite ruse. For ten years she had been getting away with it. The note she had written read like this: “Dear Miss Ashe: Please let me see you for only a minute. I am anew reporter and this is my first important assignment. It means my job to me. I will be fired if you refuse. Please.” It was Fannie who wanted a message for stenographers. And Belle who asked about the nightgowns. Vina was thirsting for the story of the romance . . . “From the very beginning, please, Miss Ashe.” Johnny looked foolish, and asked her if she liked children. It was then that Vina asked if she believed in companionate marriage. And should a woman have a career? They persuaded Ashtoreth to pose., with Maize, for a flashlight. With Maizie sitting in the big divan, and Ashtoreth on the arm, looking tenderly into each other’s eyes. Then they wanted pictures of Ashtoreth with her knees crossed. And someone asked if she had a picture of Hollis that she could be looking at, very soulfully, for a time exposure. It was getting light by that time. nun AT six o'clock Maizie made coffee, and cut an apple pie. Vina scribbled on the corner of an envelope, “Just folksey,” and wondered how soon money would spoil the two of them. Ashtoreth, they decided, was probably in love. And darn clever, if she wasn’t. At last it was over. Half-past seven. “Lie down for a little while, honey,” besought Maizie. “You’ll want to be looking your best, darling—and the circles you got under your eyes—oh, me-oh my!” “But, Mums, how can I! There’s coo much to do.” Maizie was so near to tears that she must pretend to be very busy. Opening Ashtoreth’s bags. Shaking out frocks. Folding and unfolding. And packing again. “I'm going to draw a nice warm bath for you, Baby Lamb, and you’re to take a little nap. Mr. Hart told me you’d go straight to New York, and you can get whatever clothes you need there.” “Mother! You mustn’t call him Mr. Hart. . . Why, Mums, he’s just about your son-in-law already.” Ashtoreth laughed hysterically. “Did you know, darling, he wants to go to Paris? And he says you’re to move right down to the Copley Plaza, Mother. And stay there—or anywhere in the world rou wart—until we come back again. Then we're going to take a house, Mums —and you’re to live with us, forever and ever.” Maizie—because she was moved, most likely—snorted. Maizie never was a gracious person. “Me at the Copley Plaza!” she scoffed. “Say, wouldn’t that be swell.” “Mums —Mumsie, dear . . . did you like him?” . . . Ashtoreth stroked her mother’s hand. “Don’t you think he’s sweet, Motl:er?” “Sweet! Humph . . . He’d better be sweet.” Maizie scowled belligerently. “What’s that ,he kept calling you. . . . ‘Orchid’?♦what does he mean —‘Orchid’?” “Oh. he says I remind him of orchids, Mother. It’s so darling of him. He says I’m exquisite, and chaste—and all the loveliest things you, ever heard. “Like an orchid, you see—sort of cool and remote . . . Oh, of course it’s just too silly, dear . . . But isn’t it adorable?” . . . Ashtoreth smiled rapturously. nun AND Maizie, holding her daughter’s face between her plump pink palms, prayed in her heart that life—and Hollis—should always be kind to Ashtoreth. Because, thought Maizie, there aren’t many such beautiful smiles In the world, and fate would be cruel, indeed, if the most beautiful smile of them all should perish. The hours flew. And they laughed a little, and cried a little. And planned a little. And Aghtoreth slept, while Maizie cried a little more. Then Hollis came, and spirited her baby away. Maizie did not want to see the ceremony. She was afraid, she said, she would cry. What she meant was that she thought her heart would break. So Ashtoreth and Hollis were married in Mr. Higginbottom’s office, with only two stenographers to see. "I, Ashtoreth (she touched her pearls with her finger tips), take thee, Hollis (the richest man in Boston) Oh. dear, it was dreadful the thoughts that went throught a girl's mind, when she was getting married. “For better, for worse (for better, thank God!) “For richer, for poorer —(she smiled a lovely, misty smile). Hollis looked so wonderful! (To Be Continued) You will want to start on their honeymoon, with Ashtoreth and Hollis. They sail at noon on the Isle de France. 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