Indianapolis Times, Volume 40, Number 219, Indianapolis, Marion County, 31 January 1929 — Page 7

JAN. 31, 3929_

BOOST ROGERS FOR POST AS Wove Is Launched to Break Robinson and Watson Deadlock. With Senators James E. Watson and Arthur R. Robinson reported •deadlocked" over appointment of a United States district attorney to ♦succeed Albert Ward, whose term will expire Feb. 24, the name of Elza O. Rogers, state Republican committee chairman, has been suggested as a compromise candidate. According to local politicians, Watson favors appointment of John K. Ruckelshaus, young Indianapolis attorney. Robinson, they agree, is opposed to Ruckelshaus, desiring an appointee living outside Marion county, and favors Circuit Judge Cleo Mount of Tipton. Rogers Not Candidate Rogers is not a candidate for the post, but would accept in the interests of party harmony, if drafted, it was said. His appointment would necessitate a reorganization of the Republican state committee. Watson is reported to be as strongly opposed to selection of Mount as Robinson is to Ruckelsha,us. Under the usual arrangement the appointment would be recommended by Watson with Robinson concurring. In the past federal appointments have been divided, with Watson naming the district attorney and collector of internal revenue, while Robinson named the United States marshal and collector of customs. Ward to Practice Law Oliver E. Loomis, Robinson!s secretary, was named district attorney for the northern division federal court several months ago when the district of Indiana was divided into two districts, northern and southern. M. Bert Thurman, former collector of internal revenue and now Republican national committeeman from Indiana, has held several conferences recently with Watson and Robinson in regard to the appointment. Ward, who has held the position four years, is not a candidate for reappointment, desiring to enter the private practice of law, but probably would continue to fill the office until appointment of a successor in case of delay, he has Indicated. moorFTo take trip City Engineer Will Inspect Sewage Plant, Airport in California. City Engineer A. H. Moore will leave Friday for a two weeks trip to California. Moore will inspect a sewage disposal plant at Pasadena, Cal., and visit airports in Los Angeles and other cities with the view of obtaining data on the construction and operation of municipal landing fields. M. G. Johnson, assistant engineer, will direct the city engineering office during Moore’s absence. Orphans’ Money Stolen Bu Times Special EVANSVILLE. Ind., Jan. 31— Thieves are no respecters of orphans. but showed some consideration when they took only SSO of SIOO belonging to the dependent children's fund from a desk in the Vanderburgh county courthouse.

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THIS HAS HAPPENED RUTH LESTER finds that her blond beautv Interferes with her opportunities for becoming an expert secretary and consequentlv dons vellow spectacles, illfitting clothes and skins back her curls so the mar go her way unannoyed by flirtatious employers. But for this concealment of her loveliness she could not have worked unmolested four months for "HANDSOME HARRY” BORDEN, promoter of dubious stock companies ana notorious for his affairs with women. Ruth would resign but for a romance which springs up between her and JACK HA TOWARD, young insurance broker, whose office is Just across ‘he narrow airshaft from Borden's private office on the seventh floor of the Starbridge Building. On a Friday night in January, Jack and Ruth become engaged and Ruth comes to the office next morning with her disguise removed. In her office. Ruth greets BENNY SMITH. 17-year-old office boy, who is astonished at her transformation and who instantly becomes infatuated. He advises her to don ver disguise beiore Borden’s arrival. She Is interrupted by a phone cal). It is “the woman with the beautiful contralto voice" whom Borcien has previously refused to talk to. Ruth has time to put on her spectacles before Bor fen's arrival. Among his private mail is an orchidtinted envelope which he thrusts into his pocket. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORE CHAPTER I—(Continued) “I—l think I’d better not know, don’t you Mr. Borden?” Ruth answered, in her timid, ghostlike little voice. “Here’s the check. Will you sign it please, and I’ll go to the bank right away, before it’s jammed.” “Little prunes-and-prisms!” Borden chuckled, grasping the small hand which extended the check. “You know —I believe you’ve been stringing me! I don’t think you’re half the timid little rabbit you’ve been pretending to be.” H drew hard on her hand, so that Ruth’s small body was strained against the desk. “Come on! Let’s see how you really look! Take off those big spectacles and let me see your eyes—” “Please, Mr. Eorden!” Ruth gasped. “I—l can’t see without them. My eyes are very weak. They—they blink without my glasses,” she lied desperately. n n IT was Benny who ended the scene, a stormy-faced, sullen Benny who jtrked open the door as if he had been listening at the "keyhole. “What the devil—?” Borden began furiously. Benny swung the door shut and slouched against it, sullenly defiant. “There’s a guy out here wantin’ to see you. Says him and his wife’s been jipped outa their life savings—” Borden stared at the boy as if he thought Benny had suddenly grown crazy. Then the dark blood of anger stained his peculiarly white skin. “Get out of here, or I’ll shake your teeth down your throat! And get rid of that man, whoever he is. You know I never see a person of that sort .. . Wait! You’d better handle him yourself, Miss Lester. Here! Don’t forget the check! Five hundred, in tens and twenties. Here's a fifty to get the drawing room and tickets. I want to have at least 500 In ready cash, and this fifty is too big a bill anyway.” The promoter had drawn a handsome brown leather wallet from his pocket, and as he extracted the fif-ty-dollar bill, Ruth caught a glimpse of another yellow-backed banknote, but did not see its denomination. Later, a harsh-voiced, flinty-eyed man would be demanding of Ruth Lester a minutely detailed recital of every event of that fatal Saturday morning, expecting prodigious feats of memory of her. Then, everything would be of importance, for murder would have made it so. But now nothing seemed important to Ruth Letter but that she was free to leave Harry Borden's private office, free to close the door upon his staring, bold black eyes. s Not even the old man who was tremulously reiterating his story of terrible and crushing financial loss through one of Harry Borden’s fake stock schemes seemed important to her then. She eased him out of the office as gently as possible, her ears deaf to his muttered threats against Henry P. Borden. As she put on her fur coat to go to the bank and to the station, her heart was singing again. It was half-past ten o’clock. In less than three hours she would -join ‘ Jack Hayward at the elevator, go to lunch with him to celebrate the engagement which had taken place i last night. By this time Jack had captured the black pigeon, had robbed Satan of the little love message she had wrapped about the tiny red leg. She smiled at the absurd irony of it. The pigeon which Jack had insisted should be called Handsome Hairy, because, after all. Satan and Handsome Harry were synonymous, had been forced into the role of lovers’ messenger. If Handsome Harry knew that! Ruth laughed softly as she left the office to fulfill Borden's commissions. CHAPTER n RUTH LESTER was grateful for the errands to bank and station which “Handsome Harry” Boiden had given her to do, for they gave her an opportunity to review, i.u undisturbed ecstasy, the miracle which had happened to her. In a jaunty little brown hat, against which the newly released golden curls clung like sprays of delicate embroidery, her new nutria coat wrapped snugly about her small body, her blue eyes unobscured by the hideas special, she stepped into the elevator which was directly across the hall from the Borden offices. Micky Moran, the jolly, impudent, red-headed lord of the elevator cage, did not recognize in the pink and white and gold little beauty the timid secretary who had been s daily passenger for tne last four months. His bold eyes took her in at a glance, then he began to whistle significantly: “Yes, sir, that’s my baby!” Just before the elevator reached the ground floor Ruth asked, in the hesitant, meek voice which had been part of her “disguise”: “Is 'your father recovering from that awful automobile accident, Micky?”

Before the astonished boy could reply, Ruth, laughing at him over her furred shoulder, stepped into the lobby of the Starbridge building. “Vain little imp!” she characterized herself, as a gust of January wind tugged at her coat. “But oh, I'm so glad I can be me at last! Four months of being someone else! But worth it, worth it, worth it!” she chanted under her breath, as she joined the Saturday morning shoppers who milled about the busy corner. It was uncanny how accurately Benny Smith had diagnosed the absurd situation which had made a disguise necessary. Perfect blond beauty had been a pleasant possession, one which would some day bring her great happiness, she had thought, so long as her father had been alive to shield her. She had been as proud of him as he of her, for Colby Lester had been one of the greatest criminal lawyers of his day—a criminal lawyer whose greatness lay in his keenness as a detective rather than in jury-swaying oratory. During the last five years of his life he had talked -ver all his cases with his daughter. Many a night they had sat up until dawn, Ruth curled kitten-wise in his arms, her childish brows knit, amusingly, in the same fashion as his, her logical mind keeping pace with his and sometimes leaping ahead of it. tt tt u OOD work, Infant! You've got vJ the makings of a Grade A detective behind those yellow curls. But please God, you’ll never have to earn your living in any such sordid fashion as this,” he had told her once. A dignified home, exquisite clothes, servants who ador, ; Colby Lester and his daughter, private school, association with keen and cultured minds all these things Ruth had enjoyed until Colby Lester's sudden, tragic death. He had been defending a woman on the charge of poisoning her lover, a married man, and had Been shot down by the crazed widow of the victim because she had believed that Colby Lester would win the defendant’s freedom for her. And he had, although his funeral took place while the jury was bringing in its just ver die u of “not guilty.” Even now Ruth could scarcely understand why there had been so little for her when he father’s estate was settled. But his books showed that he had defended mere penniless victims of tragic circumstances than wealthy ones, because their cases presented problems which intrigued his detective instincts. And he had denied his daughter nothing—nor himself. He had been a connisseur of comfortable living, had thought he could always make enough money to gratify the exquisite tastes he had cultivated in himself and his daughter. And then he had died. . . . She had used what little money there was to take an eight months’ secretarial course, and had come out of business college primed with all sorts of useful knowledge, her little fingers capable of astonishing speed in shorthand and typing. But men had not let her do it. They were like women who cry out to beautiful babies: “Oh, you precious, darling dumpling! I could eat you up.” And they tried to eat her up, and she had to flee, from this job to that, from one humiliating experience to another. As Benny Smith, the office boy, had guessed, the wives of the married men she had tried to work for had been the worst. . . . But those scenes would

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not bear thinking of now, when she was so happy. . . . nun IT was a motion picture, finally, which pointed a way out of her difficulty. Out of work, she had gone forlornly into movie theater in an effort to forget her rather absurd troubles. And she had seen on the screen a timid, mousey, homely little secretary with skinned-back hail - , illfitting clothes and horn-rimmed spectacles, suddenly transform herself into a beauty, so that she might win the love of her employer. Ruth Lester laughed so hysterically that lovers of the silent drama turned in their seats and glared at her. The next day a mouse-like, timid little 'creature, with golden hair pulled tightly into a hard, unbecoming knot on her neck, eyebrows jerked back into a scared-rabbit expression, blue eyes obscured and trained of their color by enormous yellow-iensed, horn-rimmed spectacles. a longish, ill-fitting dark dress iibeling her lovely small figure, had presented herself at the offices of Henry P. Borden, who had advertised for a secretary. And for four months, although Handsome Harry Borden was notoriously fond of beautiful women, Ruth had been permitted to work in peace. Sometimes it had been cruelly hard to keep her pose and her deliberately achieved homeliness, for Ruth found, to her surprise and disgust that she missed the admiring glances of men and women who passed her in the street. And those months had been the loneliest she had ever spent, for in all that time no man had asked her for a “date”—except Jack Hayward. * Ruth drew a deep breath of joy. The pain of recalling the past had been wiped out by the ecstasy of arriving, inevitably, at Jack Hayward’s name. Her little high-lieeled pumps clicked a staccato accompaniment to her joy, as she turned in at the bank. Reaching into the big inside pocket of her fur coat she retrieved her spectacles, straddled her small nose with them, so that the teller could recognize her and make no difficulty about cashing Borden’s check. In the street again, on her way to the station to buy two tickets and a drawing-room for Harry Borden and the woman he was to take to Winter Haven with him, Ruth had five more precious minutes in which to review her strange romance. Pigeons! Involuntarily her blue eyes, free of the spectacles again; scanned the sky for a glimpse of the birds which had brought her happiness. She saw none. Probably they were huddling against chimneys for warmth. The poor darlings! She hoped it would not be too severe a winter, for their sakes. n n SHE laughed softly as she remembered how she must have looked, in her “disguise,” leaning out of the window opening upon the airshaft, coaxing the black pigeon to her with crumbs held invitingly in the hollow of her palm. But Jack Hayward, who had been watching, had not laughed. He had smiled, that tender, whimsical smile which was so dear a part of him. And she had smiled, forgetting for the moment that the dimple must be sternly repressed. Two days later, when she was feeding the whole greedy flock with crumbs sprinkled upon the window ledge, Jack Hayward had tried to lure them away from her, with crumbs of his own. It had become a game between

them—between the handsomest man in the Starbridge building and the dowdiest, frumpiest, most timidlooking little secretary’. Then one day he had appeared at the elevator—not the elevator in his wing of the building, but at the one across the hall from Harry Borden’s offices. She could hear him now, see the dancing light in his bronze-brown eyes, the whimsical quirk to his mouth, as he had said: “I wondejr if you’ll let me lunch with you, Miss Lester, so I can find where you get such potent bread crumbs. My greatest ambition in life is to have that black rascal of a pigeon eating out of my hand, too.” She had wanted to turn back, then, into her own office, for five swift minutes at the mirror—just long enough to remove her spectacles, scrub off that sickly yellowish powder, release the golden glory of her curls, but the elevator came, and her opportunity to show him how Ruth Lester really looked had been lost. It was during that first luncheon of theirs that Ruth’s resolve was made. For Jack Hayward had talked to her as no man since her father’s death had talked—as if she had a mind worthy of his; as if she were something more than a beautiful little scrap of femininity made to be gobbled up by a man “I won’t show him the outside me until he has a chance to learn and love the inside me,” Ruth resolved, merit should fail. For she already nent shall fail. For she already loved him—the outside and the inside of him. What if he should only like and feel congenial with her mind, and fail, because of her disguise, to love her as man must love the woman he marries? But that would have to be hex risk, she resolved non Ruth came to herself v_y with a start, and smiled at the ticket agent. She had not even realized that she had arrived at the station. "Two round-trip tickets and a drawing-room for Winter Haven, please. The 2:15 train for this afternoon.” “What is the name?” the ticket agent asked briskly, though his eyes drank in her loveliness gratefully. “We have to keep a record of drawing-room reservations.” “It is for Mr. Borden—l mean Mr. H. P. Benton,” Ruth corrected herself hastily. “Mr. and Mars. Henry P. Benton.” The ticket agent raised his eyebrows at her slip, then gave her a long, significant glance, in which there was a little astonishment. “Hope you have a nice W’eek-end, Mrs.—Benton.” Ruth flushed vividly. “Thank you, but I am not—Mrs. Benton.” As she turned back toward the Starbridge building, her errands accomplished, she wondered who “Mrs. Benton” would be this time. And she shivered a little and was glad that it was not she. Soon such sordid things would not touch her, for she would be Jack Hayward’s wife. Mrs. John Carrington Hayward! But oddly enough, she shivered again, and wondered if she were taking cold. (To be continued) Motorist Dies in Car B ii Times Special MEDARYVTLLE, Ind., Jan. 31. William Rayburn, 65, rural mail carrier, was found dead in his closed automobile near here, believed to be the victim of carbon monoxide gas which entered the car from its engine.

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