Indianapolis Times, Volume 40, Number 216, Indianapolis, Marion County, 28 January 1929 — Page 8

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THIS HAS HAPPENED * ABHTOREIH and HOLLIB HART *ro newly weds honeymooning in Paris Aeiuoretb is rarelT beautiful and Hollis U exrtaordlnary rich. He calls her "ORCHID ' because she reminds him o! that lovely flower. But hapolness seems, somehow, to have eluded them. Before their marriage Aahtoreth had oeen a stenographer In Hart's employ She Is years younger than he. and he Idolizes her voutb and beauty. 11l Paris she meets an old sweetheart MONTY ENGLISH, who has gone to Trance to sell ’■adlos for his firm Monty Is voung and Monty Is handsome. But he is distressingly poor and Asbtoretb couldn't see him at all. . He treats her rather coldly, but It Is apparent that he is still In love with her Hollis devotes himself to tennis and the collection of antiquities Both pursuits note Ashtoreth to tears. When he Is not at the courts or browsing about In old shops, he makes tender love to his little bride And that also bores her Annoys might be a better word She has discovered that be has two front teeth that come out on little swivels and that spelis the end of romance. Bhe Invites Monty to have dinner with them end contrives to see him on several occasions, though Monty tries to discourage it NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XLV THEY were going home again. Sailing from Harve on the Victory. In a week they would be in Boston. Mogg was packing. Five wardrobe trunks. Four shoe boxes. And steamer trunks for the linens Household furnishings ere being crated. Brocades and credenzas and an old refectory table that Hollis had picked up in Venice. And toilet things that were said to have been used by Marie Antoinette. Hollis wrapped the toilet set himself, sending out for an armful of tissue. There was a tea set also, to which he gave his personal attention. The cups were diminutive china swans, with beautiful necks. And they rested on saucers of solid gold. They had belonged to Empress Josephine. Hollis explained to Ashtoreth that Josephine’s emblem was a swan, and Napoleon’s a bee. He had found a piece of crimson brocade embroidered with golden bees, and believed it to be a fragment from the Emperor’s canopied bed at Versailles. Hollis was greatly excited about his treasures. Almost effeminate, Ashtoreth thought. She hated to see him handling small things with the care a woman would have given them. The concierge came to help, and brought two assistants with him. Tien Hollis handed Ashtoreth’s flocks to Mogg, and helped her slip them on the hangers. He handled great piles of frothy lingerie, and made order out of chaos. Then he ordered more packing boxes, and began the packing of his dearest find. The concierge and his helpers might pack books and pictures. But tea sets and toilet sets, and the vases from Limoges; crystal ,iars that were Pompadour’s, and the snuff box that was du Barry’s —Hollis handled these with reverent hands. tt tt tt ASHTORETH, standing in the doorway, watched him. “It’s positively womanish," she thought, “the way he loves those things.” And she thought of the way Monty would act in a room that was cluttered with lingerie and tea sets and Marie Antoinette’s toilet articles. “Like a bull in a china shop,” she reflected, and smiled to herself. “Well, that’s the way a man ought to act” "Bored?’' asked Hollis, glancing up from his self-appointed work of swathing a cup in ten sheets of tissue. "Dreadfully.” she told him. “I hate packing.” “But you’ve nothing to do,” he protested. "Mogg will take care of everything.” "I know. But I’m hungry. I wanted to go to Jack's for our last luncheon. And now you’re wrapping all that junk, and I’ve nobody to go with.” She blew a little kiss over Mogg’s broad back. "Would you mind a bit,” she Rsked, “if I telephoned Monty, and asked him to take me?” Hollis straightened from his task. “Why of course not, child. Run ahead. And tell Monty to be sure to look us up in Boston." He smiled as she powdered her nose, and pulled a hat with a wide, dark brim over her eyes. “When you’re as old ar I am,” he predicted, “you’ll be more interested

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There was a slow, steady rain felling when a strange figure stepped out upon the leaf-covered porch of the unknown Peter Holliday’s shack in the woods somewhere between Beamish and Centertown. If there had been a hidden observer, he would have seen what looked like a short little man, covered from heels to chin in a soiled, crackea yellow slicker, and wearing enormous mud-caked old boots on feet obviously too small for them. The misshappen yellow oilcloth rain cap which matched the slicker was so large that the wide brim almost touched the wearer’s shoulders. In one brown-gloved hand was the flimsy, wood box, in the other a water pail. Crystal felt so well disguised in Peter Holliday's slicker, rain-hat and boots that she thought it was rather a pity that there was no observer to hasten later to the police with the thrilling story of having actually seen one of the "kidnapers. ’ She had found the slicker and hat hanging from a nail in the kitchen, the boots uhder one of the cots. In them she was not Crystal Hathaway, but one of “two who mean business.” But first, before the gray landscape grew brighter with the coming up of a sun which would be obscured by rain, she must protect herself against cold and hunger and thirst. She set her pail on the well top under the pump handle, then stamped heavily, leaving enormous footprints in the softening earth, •round the shack to the rear, where,

lin antiquities. 1 suppose at your I age. I’d rather have had luncheon at Jack’s, than handle the empty j tea cups from which an empress I drank. Viewpoints change. Well, ; run along, my dear." Ashtoreth took an orchid from !the cluster on her dressing table, j Hollis had them delivered each day She pinned it at her belt, and rummaged through her bureau drawer for a handkerchief that matched its lavender petals. Then she clasped a string of square-cut amethysts about her neck, and slipped off her pearl ring to wear a finger stone that matched her necklace. Purple was Monty’s favorite color. Felix was helping pack, so she took a taxi, and stopped on the way to buy Monty a tie, tor a little parting gift. While it was being wrapped, she noticed a gold cigaret case, and bought it as carelessly as she had chosen the tie. t> an “I'll warrant she’ll prove an excuse for the glass. . . . You’re the flaunting extravagance queen, Ash.” “That’s all right,” she retorted. “I’m married to the king.” Monty grew serious. “He is a prince, you know, Ash. I don’t believe you half appreciate him.” “Oh, yes, I do,” she protested. “There’s just one little thing, Monty. Two little things, I should say.” . . . She leaned toward him, and the sparkling champagne made her eyes dance. She laughed softly. Irresistibly. “False teeth I” she giggled. Two of them. On swivels. He takes them out nights.” Monty regarded her severely. “I wouldn’t tell any one but you,” she assured him. “Well, that’s nice of you, I’m sure. Listen to my words of wisdom, young woman. If your husband had a toupee and a wooden leg and a glass eye, he’d still be aces with me. And you’d be a darn lucky girl, at that.” “Well, it’s not very romantic,” she demurred, thinking of the teeth. She believed that was why Hollis was always lip first in the morning. Probably he kept them in a glass in the bathroom. At 10 o’clock she pretended to look about for Hollis, and watched the door, as though expecting him. - “What are you doing tonight, Monty?” “Going to bed,” he told her. “Went out on a bender last night, and I’m not feeling so hot.” “Then suppose you take me home,” she proposed. “We can leave a message here for Holly. I’m tired myself.” u tt SHE was bgeinning to be a little nervous. Hollis had surely returned, and was probably frightened to death. Well, it would serve him right. Just the same, she had better be going. He was crazy about her. really. It would not do to frighten him too much. But Hollis was not there when they arrived. “Come up,” she invited Monty “It’s perfectly respectable. We have a drawing room.” He declined shortly. “No thanks. I’ll be toddling along. See you in Boston some time.” “Oh, please come, Monty. ..... Listen, I’ll tell you something. It wasn’t true that I was expecting Holly at Maxim’s. I don’t know where he is. “I went there alone, because he didn’t come home to dinner. He went out this afternoon, while I was lunching with you. He didn’t leave any message or anything. And I haven’t seen him since.” Monty whistled. “Was he sore because you met me?” “Oh no. No, that wasn’t it. We haven’t quarreled. In fact, I think he probably left a note for me when he went out, but Mogg was cleaning, and she's the most thorough thing you ever saw. Sweeps everything up, just like a whirlwind. "Holly’s poor note must have gone the way of all tissue. I’ve no doubt he’s tried to reach me a dozen times by telephone, but you know yourself how these French people are about getting messages. “I assure you, Monty, there’s nothing wrong. Only I’m just a little

as she had ardently hopea. she found a more than sufficient supply of gas. Her midnight planning stiH seemed good to the girl who had involved herseli so hopelessly in a web of lies, deceit and pain. When her “rescuers” came, they must find concrete evidence of the visits of at least one of her ’ kidnapers,” to the shack in the woods. The brook, whose distaant purling she had heard in the deep silence of the night before, had given her the idea which she now srt about executing. The rain was falling steadily, and while it was not yet dawn, there was enough light for Crystal to see that the shack stood in a little clearing in rather dense woods. When at last she arrived at the brook, which was lightly swollen with rains farther upstate, she stamped hard into the soil on the very edge of the little stream, even went so far as to step into the purling water, walk ten or twelve paces, then emerge again, to begin the trail back to the shack. Her story, of course, was to be that she had been carried, unconscious, from her kidnaper’s car to the shack, and therefore had no idea by what road she had arrived there. But with all these broad, man'sshoe footprints to guide them, her rescuers could form their own conclusions It would not be necessary for her to suggest that her “kidnaper” had broken his trail by walking a mile or more in the brook. \To Be Continued.)

nervous. Ana 1 wouia appreciate it if you’d stay with me.” Monty considered his hat (it was one of those light gray ones—almost white! and flecked an imaginary speck from its spotless rim. He was plainly embarrassed. ‘Gosh, Ash! I’d rather not go up to your rooms. Don’t you see how it- is? Let’s sit down here in the lobby.” Ashtoreth’s color rose hotly. “You’re the most provincial creature," she told him angrily. “No, I shan’t sit in any old lobby. Go ahead, if you want. Go home, and say your prayers, and ask God to keep you a good, circumspect little boy. Go on.” She flounced off. Then turned on her heel with another little admonition. “Go to the devil!” she commanded tersely. He stood there until she had stepped into the lift, and was whisked away. The lift, he noticed, was like a golden cage. And the thought flashed through his mind that Ashtoreth was a captive girl in a golden cage. Monty was not imaginative, nor particularly sentimental. He shrugged, and pulling his smart hat over his eyes, stopped a taxi and returned to his pension. n tt tt SOME time after midnight, he was startled by a patter of small stones on his window. He woke instantly. With a sort of clairvoyant sense, he knew that Ashtoreth was in the garden, throwing pebbles to rouse him. So sure was his conviction that he did not pause to look, but slipped into his dressing gown and hurried down stairs. As he stepped through the wicket into the garden, she came toward him. She was wearing a long dark wrap, and pumps with rhinestone heels. She looked frightened and distressed, and came to him with outstretched hands. “Ydu’ll catch cold,” he told her coolly, quite as though he were used to visits from beautiful girls who came at midnight, to throw pebbles at his window. “Go upstairs, and I will call Madame.” “It’s about Holly!” she cried. “He hasn’t come home yet.” Monty took her arm sternly. “Go in the house.” “Don’t be cross!” she begged, and cought his wrist with her hand. “I woke up, and when Hollis wasn’t there, I was so frightened. I didn't wait to dress. I didn’t think Monty. I only threw on a wrap, and came straight to you.” He led her down the little flagged walk and into the house. “Wait in my room,” he commanded. “I’ll be there, as soon as I can rouse Madame.” tt tt tt SHE stumbled up the dark stairs. There was a feeble moon, shining whitely, and the room was full of shadows. Dark, hateful shadows. And a great ugly wardrobe She bumped her knee on the thing, and tripped, falling against the bed. It was soft and warm, and smelled faintly of tobacco. She sat on the edge and waited. Her heart was pounding wildly. In a moment Monty came carrying a candle, which he shaded with his hand. How handsome he looks, thought Ashtbreth. But she was trembling too violently to say anything. There were voices on the street, and the sound of a car with engine running madly. Then a horrid clattering shook the little house. "That’s the sort of knocker we have!” whispered Monty. “Maybe it will wake Madame. I couldn’t.” It must have been an iron knocker, at the very least. It shook the bricks, and beams of wood. And flakes of mortar came tumbling down from the walls. “It would rouse the dead,” shuddered Ashtoreth. Then they heard Madame, breathing loudly, in the next room. They heard her plant heavy feet on the floor, and they heard the bed creak. She struck a match and lighted her candle. And, complaining, descended the stairs. Monty went to the door, and, opening it, listened to the conversation in the hall below. After a moment, he turned quietly to toreth“lt’s your husband,” he said. “And Madame is sending him up.” (To Be Continued) What does Hollis say?. And Ashtoreth? Tragedy seems in store for Hollis’ “Orchid.”

WEALTHY INDIAN AND WIFE TO FACE QUIZ Jackson Barnett to Be Questioned by Senate Committee. Bu Times Special WASHINGTON, Jan. 28.—Jackson Barnett, wealthy Creek Indian, and his white wife, are to be brought before the Senate Indian investigating committee Feb. 4. Testimony before the committee has described Barnett to be an elderly man with the mind of a child, who has been held to be mentally incompetent by several courts. Mrs. Barnett has been denounced before the committee by Senator Wheeler as a woman who kidnaped the Indian, married him in two states, and then sought to get control of his property, worth more than a million dollars. FOXES TO BE HUNTED Animals Causing Losses to Madison and Hancock County Farmers. Bu Times Special ANDERSON. Ind., Jan, 28. Farmers of southern Madison county and northern Hancock county will engage in a fox hunt Tuesday, the animals having become so numerous in the section that they form a nuisance. Pigs, chickens find other farm animals and poultry have been the prey of .the foxes, which also are said to be exterminating other game. Pelts of foxes will be sold and proceeds given the ParentTeacher Association of Green town* ship.

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