Indianapolis Times, Volume 40, Number 274, Indianapolis, Marion County, 5 April 1929 — Page 28

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THIB HAS HAPPENED MILDRED LAWRENCE. stenographer t the Judson Hotel, ha* her fox fur snatched from her in a crowd, but STEPHEN ARMITAGE catches the thief and returns the scarf. He asks to take her home. Not wishing to 'eem ungrateful. she invites him to dinner. Their evening Is spoiled when PAMELA .lUDSON. daughter of Mildred's employer, phones her to return to duty. Stephen escort' her to *he hotel where Pamela recognizes him as the salesman who had sold her a car. She snubs Mildred and tries to lure Stephen awav bv pretending she wants to buy another car from him. Then Pamela meets HUCK CONNOR, who tells her he is a broker from Chicago. Stephen invites Mildred to the theater with him. and when Pamela !arns that Uev are going she gets Huck to take her. hoping to outshine Mildred with her expensive clothes. Stephen confide- to Mildred that he Is suspicious of Huck. but she thinks he is merely fealous of Pamela. After the show Mildred refuses to go to a night club nartv. And Pamela persuades her brother. HAROLD, to go. He admires Huck and confesses that he loves to gamble, but has not been luckv. Huck suggests that he plav the pontes and offers to give him tips. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORE CHAPTER X HUCK entered an unpretentious door in a dark building and passed down a long, narrow, uncarpeted hall to a small elevator In the rear. Up four flights of stairs he got off and made his way down another hall to a short flight that brought him to a swinging door which he pushed open with his Malacca cane and strode beyond until he came to the third door on the right, hand side. He was now in a building twice removed from the one he had entered from the street. But not yet had he arrived at his destination. There was one more passageway to be negotiated. But this was different. It was not silent or darkened. The buzz of excited voices held to a low tenor came to Huck's ears as soon as he had opened the door. Along one side of the passageway were other swinging doors that obstructed but did not completely conceal the view to the long room behind them. But Huck did not pause to glance within. His stride was hurried as he headed toward a door marked private. On it he rapped sharply—the prearranged signal—and was admitted after a hidden eye had scrutinized his features. "Hello. Huck." he was greeted by a man at a gray steel desk. ‘‘How's the racket?’ "I need your help, Duke.” Huck answered frankly. "There’s a young chap I know that's got to be allowed to win a few bets.” "Well, steer him in. On the make, huh?’ Huck frowned. "Keep it quiet, will you. Duke? I'll bring the kid to you. He's your chump, see? I don't want it spilled that I'm in on it.” Huck was reverting to the jargon of his people to appease Duke, who never liked to have a crook pull any high hat stuff with him. "All right. Whats the lay?” Duke grinned. HUCK told him. And the next day when he introduced Harold to the place and turned him over to Duke because he himself "had an important engagement with Mr Rawlins,” the boy was impressed with the attention he received as a friend of Huck's. The latter took him aside for a confidence before he left. Harold had been told beforehand that Duke was merely a patron of the place, the man who gave Huck his hot tips. "I think this man Duke is on the level." Huck said to him; “but he may be only waiting until the time is ripe for a big killing. Don’t go

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On that ominous note, Tony Tarver resolutely changed the subject. Against her sudden, reckless gayety Crystal was helpless. Obediently, but with cold fear at her heart, she answered her chum’s rapid string of questions regarding the evening at Cherry’s primly austere Early American living room. She told of Harry Blaine's halfformed plans for a Christmas benefit play, of his tentative casting of Tony as the heroine and Cherry as the “wicked wamp”; told, much more calmly and indifferently than she would have believed possible a lew hours before, of her own prospective job on the Press: received Tony's sincere, excited congratulations and prophecies of a “howling success.’’ And at last, with fearful questions quivering unspoken on her lips, Crvstal had to let Tony curl up on her own side of the big bed. while she lay taut—wracked with fatigue but unable to sleep. What had Tony meant aboutpaying? Crystal asked herself the question endlessly, but there were only two possible answers. Tonv had made up her mind to pay her "debt” to Dick Talbot bymarrying him, or by entering "another and less public and binding relationship,” as she had mockingly expressed it. And to pay- in either way meant disaster for gallant Tony Tarver. Os that. Crystal Hathaway had not the slightest doubt in the world. Marriage. She considered that first, as the most likely answer to the question of what Tony meant to do. Tony married to Dick Talbot, to whom she was attracted violently physically, but for whom she had almost no respect. Crystal flinched. No. no! A marriage like .hat wasn't good enough for Tony Tarver. Tony knew that. Even though she hadn't an atom of conceit in her whole beautfiul body and mind, Tony held herself high, instincticely. Without coercion, Tony never would throw- herself away in marriage. There was her ideai of marriage, too. She called it—and Crystal had to smile a little, tenderly, in the dark—an “anti-marriage complex.” Tony so wanted—or Crystal believed she did—a perfect marriage that she shuddered away from marriage because she did not believe it crnid .be perfect. /l

in too deep. You can’t trust these touts.” Harold nodded. He couldn’t get in very deep; his allowance was perpetually overdrawn. But it was a clever stroke on Huck’s part to question Duke’s honesty. It drew suspicion away from himself. When Duke took him in where the crowd moiled before the program charts on the wall, rushed from the bulletin boards to telephone booths, crowded around the announcer to get the telegraphed dope on the entries, feverishly consulted their dope sheets and finally made their bets. Harold had shifted what slight distrust of Huck he'd been entertaining to Duke and the people who ran the place. Duke let him play the first race on dope sheet information. Harold lost a few dollars; not enough to discourage him. On the second race his horse came in second. On the third he lost again. Then Duke took a hand. He got Harold into a room with a private wire where he put in a mysterious call and pretended to wait nervously for a return call. When it came it was the returns on the fourth race, but to Harold, judging from Duke’s end of the conversation, it purported to be a hot tip. Duke declared he’d have to get the bet down quickly, but Harold was skeptical. “All right,” Duke cried, "I’m betting," and hurried out of the room. Harold followed, but at the door a man cutting across his path bumped sharply into him and knocked him back into the room. "Look where you're going,” the other snarled, and Harold told him angrily to watch his own step. The fellow' wanted to fight and. so far as Harold knew, there might have been trouble if Duke had not returned and put a stop to it. a a a WHICH little diversion prevented Harold from finding out that Duke had placed his be taster the race was won. And when he learned that the horse he’d been advised to bet on had brought home first money at heavy odds he felt he'd been cheated out of a good thing. His irritation was directed at Huck, who appeared shortly afterward. If Huck had let him alone he’d have made a cleaning, Harold thought resentfully. Huck assured him he had an engagement at the hotel and couldn’t stay. “A little game with some friends from Chicago.” Huck explained. "Like to have you come in and meet the boys.” Harold needed no second invitation. His gambling spirit had been fired by the betting on the races. He wasn’t ready to quit, but Duke had called it a day and departed. "Let's go,” he said, his resentment vanishing. Mildred saw them come in together: saw that Harold was talking excitedly. And w'hen he passed her desk and gave her only a nervous nod she saw that he looked flushed. Well, she had troubles of her own to worry about. She’d spent a sleepless night anticipating Pamela's first move of vengeance. As she had expected. it had come quickly. She'd been called to the manager’s office a short while before and very plainly told that she w r asn’t in the employ of the hotel to make dates with men who came to her on business. Her anger had flared up quickly. “If you mean Mr. Armitage,” she re-

“That’s because she has never been enough in love to believe,” Crystal told herself. “If she loved Dick Talbot with all her heart and mind, as w 7 ell as with her body—“But that’s out. She simply doesn't. If she marries him. it will be with a cynical foreknowledge of failure. Aud Tony and failure simply can’t live together. Tony would be crushed out: wouldn't be Tony at all. after a while. No, she must'nt marry him!” But Tony had made it quite clear that she intended to “pay” her quixotic debt to Dick Talbot. But—was it quixotic? If she were as honest as Tony, Crystal knew 7 she would have to admit that there was some fairness in the charges Dick Talbot had made. Tony had let him make love to her for months, knowing that she did not intend to marry him. But all girls these days were guilty of that sort of cheating—all girls, that is. except two classes. Those to whom no man wanted to make love, and those who were only too glad to pay. (To Be Continued)

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torted, “I did not meet him first in the hotel.” The manager had studied her intently before saying anything more. Then, “Are you satisfied with your position, Miss Lawrence?” he asked quietly. Mildred nodded. "If Miss Judson would let me alone.” she said. The manager sighed. “Ah, my dear,” he replied, “that’s just it. She isn’t going to let you alone. You’re too pretty, and you’ve managed to get in her way. “But I should hate to lose you. We very rarely have complaints against' you,” he smiled. “There are cranks, you know, who would complain against perfection.” ana I THINK Id better leave, Mr. Dazel,” Mildred said tensely. The manager shook his head. "Perhaps we can adjust the matter,” he said anxiously. “I w r as under an . . . er . . . mistaken impression of how you had come to know this Mr. Armitage who appears to be the cause of the trouble.” "I know',” Mildred said wearily. “Miss Judson probably told you I picked him up. Well, I did, in a way. but not in a hotel.” "Well, well.” The manager seemed desirous of closing the interview. “It may be a choice for you between your place and the young man. I’d advise you to give the matter serious thought.” Mildred was giving it serious thought. She forgot about Harold and her concern over seeing him with Huck Connor until he came to her desk just before closing time and begged her for a date. "I’ve had a lucky day,” he boasted. "Don’t spoil it, Mildred. I’d rather take you out than any girl I know.” Mildred frowned. "What have you been up to?” she questioned, disturbed over the flush on the boy’s face and the nervous, fidgeting gestures of his slim hands. "Drinking?” “Winning,” Harold answered. “Come on, baby, make me happy. A dinner in some quiet place where I can tell you how much I love you, then a show and some place to dance. ...” "And I’d lose my job,” Mildred finished for him so he wouldn’t suspect that she was trying to manage him. “Nothing doing, firebrand. I W'as cut last night. But if you can bring yourself to spend a quiet evening at my fireside you’re welcome to sit in on the radio and the hot chocolate.” "With mother and sister?” "Connie’s going out and I’ll put mother to bed.” Harold moaned. "My God, a fireside! I bet you'll have a smoking jacket and slippers for me.” "Come early,” Mildred told him, and started putting her desk in final order. "I don't suppose you would come up to dinner,” she added a little shyly. She hated to let him go now. He had been drinking; there was no mistaking that. "I'd be tickled to death,” he declared. “Wait for me.” And while he was gone for his topcoat Mildred closed and locked her desk. She was just turning away to get her own wraps when rhe looked up and saw Stephen approaching. (To Be Continued)

Hoosier Club Suggests Trip to French Lick

Inaugurating its summer policy ot offering motorists week-end trip suggestions the Hoosier Motor Cluo this week offers the best route to West Baden and French Lick, Ind. Aside from the health-giving and recreational facilities of the two resorts, motorists are attracted to West Baden and French Lick by their proximity to Lincoln City, site of the proposed Lincoln memorial; Vincinnes, site of the George Rogers Clark memorial; the St. Meinrad’s monastery and seminary; Marengo cave and other points of interest. The Qiotor club advises this route from Indianapolis: South on Meriidan street to the 1900 block; bear right on state Soad 37 to Martinsville, Blooming - ton. Bedford. Mitchell. Orleans to Paoli; then west on 56 to West Baden and French Lick. The road is paved except for about seventeen miles of gravel between Bloomington and Bedfrod and one fair detour of four and one-hall miles north o Paoli. The distance is 112 miles. STATION FOR CHURCH House of Worship Giv'> Way to Gcs Service Place. HOQUIAM. Washington. April 5. —“The little white church” of Hoquiam’s early days, which has- stood for more than foi'ty years as a testimonial to the faith of the city’s founders, has been razed to make way for anew 7 service station.

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