Indianapolis Times, Volume 40, Number 267, Indianapolis, Marion County, 28 March 1929 — Page 11

AYTtCII 28,1929

R; ' &RUTH DEWEY GROVES

THIS HAS HAPPENED MILDRED LAWRENCE. M.fnoKraphrr in the Judson hotel, har> her to* fur snatched from her neci; throush a subvy car windov Rushing back on the next train, she finds a crowd gathered on the platform and learns that the thtef has been caught by STEPHEN ARMITAGE. An officer takes them all to the station house, and after the routine details are disposed of. Stephen insists on taking Mildred home. She demurs but does hot wish to seem ungrateful so Anally asks him home to dinner, here he gains favor with the mother by praising her home cooking. Mildred's young sister, CONNIE, promptly decides for Stephen and hopes that her oldfashioned sister will mix enough pep with her usual quiet manner to hold the newcomer. The evening Is spoiled, however, when PAMELA JtJDSON. daughter of Mildred’s employer, phones and Insists on her returning to the hotel to assist at a ball. Stephen tells Mildred that he is an auto salesman and that he had recently sold a car to Pamela. The latter recognizes him as he is leaving Mildred In the lobby and asks him to dance with her before the regular guests arrive. Pamela is called to the phone and snubs Mildred when she returns and finds her dancing with Stephen. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORE CHAPTER 11 (Continued; On the way out he said good night to Mildred and reminded her again that he would sec her in the morning. She understood that he meant in regard to some work, but a gladsome little voice hinted that he undoubtedly would repeat his invitation to lunch with him. Evidently Pamela had not captivated him. It spunked Mildred up to know that Pamela hadn’t utterly eclipsed him. Pamela turned to her gloatingly when Stephen was gone. “Isn't he just the grandest thing a girl could wish for?” she said, and did a whirling dance step or two. “I’ve been trying all winter to make him but he’s never where you expect him to be.” Suddenly she stopped and grew serious. “Where did you meet him?” Mildred saw’ no reason for not telling her the story. “Well, isn’t that romantic?” Pamela drawled when Mildred concluded her recital of the fur' theft. “Oh, by the way, make a memorandum for me, will you please? I want to telephone to Bengay's in the morning about that Louise Boulanger model they were showing me this afternoon. Need anew dress tomorrow. Special event.” She paused and looked sharply at Mildred. “Lunching with your hero,” she said, and laughed. CHAPTER 111 THAT night, arriving home late, Mildred found Connie reading a magazine in bed. This she threw aside in gleeful anticipation of hearing something interesting. She sat up, with her arms curled around her knees, looking oddly sophisticated. Connie was going through the black lingerie period, much to the disapproval of her mother. Usually Mildred had something to say about it, too, but just now she was not in a mood to notice the black voile pajamas. “I couldn’t sleep,” Connie confided in a whisper “until I heard what happened.” Mildred tossd her hat onto a chair and her big on the dresser. Connie puckered up her lips and hummed softly. Mildred always put her hat on a peg and her bag in a drawer. Connie scented trouble. “Just a flat tire after all?” she questioned sympathetically. Mildred looked at her then. “Go to sleep,” she said crossly. “Aw, come on. Sis, tell me all about it. But I'm awfully disappointed. Honestly I am. I thought he was a real person. Someone you could like.” “I'm not looking for anyone to like.” “Horse feathers! You're normal, aren't you?” “Your young ideas give me a pain,” Mildred snapped, and disappeared into the clothes closet to get her night dress. Connie sighed and turned out the light by the bed. A few minutes later Mildred crept in beside her, moist from hasty ablutions and misty-eyed with unshed tears. ' Connie put a firm warm arm about her and pressed her face

. THE NEW Saint-Sinner ByJlnneJlustin

“Am I in love with anyone? No.” Crystal confessed frankly. “The truth is, Tony darling, that I’ve never been really in love, and no?.I'm not in any hurry to be. I’ve got to do a lot of work on myself before I’m fit to be a wife and mother. . . . Don't I sound an awful prig—taking myself so seriously?” she added. “Not a bit of it!” Tony denied emphatically. "I admire any girl who dares be serious in this riotous age we live in. Wish I dared. . . There's the luncheon bell, honey. . . . Wonder if Nils ar.d Cherry have made it up?” “If I know Nils, he behaved exactly as if there was nothing at all to make up, and Cherry was delighted to let it go at that.” Crystal laughed. “That girl i$ like a blizzard. She darts in and out of trouble so fast that no one can give her the crushing heel she so richly deserves. . . . And I defy any one to resist her.” The charming old farm house, lovingly and faithfully restored by Nils Johnson. was furnished throughout with early American antiques, sturdy, prim, demure in their utter simplicity. In that atmosphere Cherry’s ultra-modern beauty and manners was the only incongruous note. Big Nils Jonson and his sturdy, deep-bosomed, broad-hipped suiter, Rhoda, being throwbacks in type to their Norwegian pioneer ancestors, were superbly at home. TTe three of them were already seated at the luhcheon table when Tony and Crystal, whose steps were still painfuly slow-, made their appearance. “Gorgeous news!” Cherry cried in greeting, as she waved a yellow- telegraph form at them. “Rhoda s singing teacher wires from New York i

i close to Mildred's, but she said nothing more. a a tt “TT'S not that I care,” Mildred 1 told herself; “but suppose I did?” She meant suppose she cared for Stephen. She thought her feeling of being ill-used was caused by Pamela's high-handed treatment of her and her resentment of it. She had no idea that Stephen had made a deep impression upon her; that she minded having him grabbed up by Pamela. “Id quit in a minute if it weren't for Mom and Connie,” she stormed silently. It wasn’t fair that one girl should have everything in the world and another should have to struggle along within sight, but not within reach of all that the other had. “I’m sick of it,” Mildred rebelled, but she knew’ she would go on tolerating Pamela's abuses for the sake of her position. The next morning she was unusually silent and hardly touched her breakfast. Mrs. Lawrence was too busy to notice. Somehow Connie’s belongings invariably got scattered all over the flat and she needed a searching party to help her off to school on time. Mildred did not expect Stephen to show up at the hotel, at least not w ith any'work for her to do, but just before noon he surprised her by appearing at her desk. He looked precisely what PameTS had said. All that a girl could wish for. His dusty-tan tweed and plain brown tie with striped shirt were only a small part of his perfection. "Good morning,” he said cheerily, and placed a nosegay of violets on her desk. Mildred was a trifle nonplussed but it did not show' in her manner when she got out her notebook and prepared to take his dictation. “Don’t bother about that,” he said; “I’ll dictate slowly. Take it right on the typewriter. Here’re some Mettle lettterheads.” True to his „ word he dictated slowly and any one could have seen that his mind was on the girl more than on the work. They’d done just two letters when Mildred was required to go up to a suite on the tenth floor. Stephen glanced at his watch. “Sorry, I can’t wait until you come back,” he said. “I’ve a luncheon date at one-thirty and I’ve got to run over to the office first.” When Mildred saw him again lie was making his way with Pamela to the dining room. And Pamela was wearing orchids. Mildred put her hand to the violets she had pinned on her dress and the thought that flashed through her mind was not complimentary to herself. Asa matter of fact Pamela had bought the orchids herself. She wanted to look like a million dollars to Stephen. tt tt tt STEPHEN'S admiring glance assured her that she had not missed the mark, but for all this appreciation of her stunning appearance he tried to bring the conversation around to motor cars, the one he sold in particular. But he got nowhere along that line. Pamela wanted to know all about him and before lunch was over she had lured him into promising to go with her that night to the Westchester Country Club, of which she remained a member, despite the fact that several of the older women wanted her dropped. They drove to the club in Pamela's car. Stephen noticed that the fenders were well used up, but otherwise it seemed to be in good condition. Still, he hoped to sell her anew one. It was his guess that Pamela would not drive any car for a year. When they arrived at the club a dance was in progress and Pamela was not allowed more than a couple of dances with Stephen before he was forced to yield to others. Stephen sauntered off to a smoking room and found a small knot of men in interesting conversation with a racing driver who was just

that she's to have an audition before the impresario of tire Metropolitan Opera Company. She’s to leave Monday a week, and Nils says I ca r go with her —because I’m a good girl,” she added with a wicked grin at her husband. During the flurry ot comment and congratulations. Nils and Rhoda remained serene and unflustered. Cherry was almost beside herself with excitement and happiness. She could not keep her ecstatic little fingers from Nils’ hand, coat sleeve, and hair. Tony’s question was fully answered. Cherry and Nils had undoubtedly “made it up,” and Cherry was in seventh heaven. “Os course we’ve got to celebrate in a big way,” Cherry bubled. “What would you like most in the world to do. Rhoda darling? Oh, I’m so proud of you! Imagine being sis-ter-in-law to a Metropolitan prima donna.” “You’d better wait till wc know how they like my voice.” Rhoda answered placidly. “Will you pass me the rolls, Nils?” “Look at her!” Cherry cried, with laughing despair. "You’d think she never had a thought in the world above food! . . . Oh, there’s the phone’ 111 answer it.” When slip returned to the table, ten minutes later, her little body was vibrating like a humming bird's with excitement. “It was Dick Talbot! He found out somehow that you were here. Tony, so I invited him down for the week-end. and then I called up George Pruitt and Harry Blaine. “Saturday—tomorrow is Harry’s day off. so they can both come. Be here tonight. Will we make whoopee? Lawks, dearies. Don’t ask.” (To Be Continued)

back from winning cups in South America. South America and racing cars were two things Stephen liked to hear about. He hoped some day to be the South American representative for a good car, and racing drivers were his boyhood idols. He hadn't quite grown up in respect to hero worshiping. For at least five dances he forgot all about Pamela. Remembering, he | started cut to find her but fate, in j the person of a pretty red-haired 1 girl, waylaid him. She demanded a dance. Stepher recalled having met | lier. in a group w hen he arrived. He didn’t want to be rude. But they hadn't danced long before he found himself looking into Pamela’s darkening countenance as she swept past him with a young man whose whispered words were falling on unheeding ears. “I'm in lor it,” Stephen thought. And so He was. At the end of the dance he sought out Pamela and found her furiously angry. “I know w here you were,” she declared hotly when he tried to tell her of the racing driver. “Every one know where anyone is when they’re with that red-headed Angela Perkins!” “I give you my word. . . “Oh, save it. Anyway, I'm tired of this; let’s get out of here.” “Certainly.” Stephen was a little angry now himself. After all, no girl had any string on him. “I’ll drive,” Pamela said shortly w hen they got into her car. Stephen had driven to the club but now he took the seat beside her without a word. tt tt a PERHAPS, had he attempted to defend himself, Pamela’s anger would have dispelled itself in quarreling with him, but she did not know how to meet silence. Not Stephen's, at any rate. The silence of overawed servitors was a different matter. She had a grudge of long standing against Angela Perkins—a grudge born of rivalry. She knew that Angela had attached Stephen for the purpose of annoying her and she honestly believed that Stephen had attempted to lie about it. They drove in bitter silence for a mile or two; then suddenly she brought her car to a stop. She asked Stephen to get out and take a look at the rear wheels. She said she thought she had a fiat. “Nonsense,” Stephen replied curtly. Pamela started to open the door on her side, it was only a bluff. As he stepped out of the car and moved to the rear, Pamela put it in gear and roared away turning her head to call back something that Stephen made out to be a suggestion that he w r alk back and drive home with Angela. Stephen sw’ore; then grinned. “Walked! Can you beat that?” Pamela was far down the road before he turned back toward the club. Heedless of danger she drove on at high speed, forgetting that ahead of her lay a short stretch of road under repair. Even when she saw the warning signel lights she did not slow in time to avoid tearing onto the rutted road with a momentum that brought disaster. It came with the ear-splitting noise of a cannon shot, a jagged blowout that flattened a rear tire in less than a second and sent the car lurching and careening madly from side to side. Pamela tried desperately to right it, but sh knew when it came to a stop finally, directly across the roadway, that luck had favored her. She slumped weakly back, shaken and white. But the next .nstant, glancing up the road in the direct she had come, her eyes met a sight that froze her to her seat with anew fear. (To Be Continued) SUSPEND SENTENCE Cancel Term of Attorney on Contempt Charge. W. B. Waddell, attorney, found guilty of contempt of court by | Superior Judge Byron K. Elliott last week for alleged misappropriation | of funds of tho defunct Marion Club. | is not going to jaii. it was learned i today. Elliott sentenced him forty-five days in jail and fined him $25 for his alleged activities in using court orders for the purpose of collecting receivership funds for stockholders who testified they did not receive all the money that was due them. It became known today from court records that Elliott has suspended the sentence against Waddell during good behavior. Waddell has posted a SI.OOO bond for appeal of the case to the supreme court. MILL TOUR PLANNED Postal Supervisors to Be Guests at Real Silk Plant. Members of local branch 8. Na- ; tional Association of Postal Super- | visors, will be guests of the Real Silk Hosiery Mills Friday, President E. E. Rumple announced today. The members will be taken through the mill at 4 p. m. and later will be dinner guests in the cafeteria. Special members of the party will be National President Harry’ F. Folger. Pittsburgh; National Treasurer John Milburn, Streator, 111.; Jack Fields. Louisville, editor of the Postal Supervisor, and a delegation from Louisville. WAR VETERAN SUES U. S. Fayette County Man Seeks $6,900 on Insurance Claim. Judgment of $6,900. representing war risk insurance monthly payments. is asked in a suit filed in federal court, by Stanlye A. Senefeld. Fayette county, against the United States. Senefeld alleges he was totally permanently disabled! when discharged from the army in j 1919. A dispute arose over payments of his insurance.

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