Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 16, Indianapolis, Marion County, 30 May 1929 — Page 9

MAY 30, 1929

THI* HAS HAPPENED \*tr working three vers as pr:va*<-.er-riar ATTORVFV ’OHN NCURTIS MORGAN. NAN CARROLL discovers she ... ;ove with Morgan and believes that ;• ;. ms.*ter of honor for her to resign. Her resisnatlor. is temporarily postponed. hr ever, because she believes Mr rgar. ;s going to need a faithful eecre•erv during h:. defense of BERT CRAWFORD. a supposed friend. who is in- < ■■ ted for embezzlement of fundp c- --' ..-r. slated in a auspicious stock-s* llir.it Ns-, distrusts Crawford and IRIS MORGAN er: Wife of the lawver. Mor;rr has implicit faith in Crawford, but Nr ri suspicious and bv means of a lister, .ng-irt dev ice overhears a conversat..o.- he “seen Crawford and his switchboard operator. ALICE BELTON, which ; .ace lr. Morgan s c,i„ C e, With a bribe he "fixes this witness so she will 1' rget that he talked with the cashier of hank approving the check voung MOV BLAND cashed tefor' - his disapVan quickly types off she notes she *- h o' the conversation she overheard sod. -ifter a ronferer.es i n which th' > u.j*ec*:r.g Morgan is delighted with Alice Belton's coached testimony, she confronts Crawford with the typed evidence of his perfidy Crawford asks her • oat her price „ and 'he tells him tha will ten Morgan the truth unless he give' up Ir:- Morgan at once. He last agrees and Nan keeps her secret Morgan defends Crawford ( o tha' every prediction Is for an aren't :! Iris Morgan come-, t 0 the rourtrso every day. Nan is beginning to •• el-.e was wrong In =vspect:ng ' .urd of the embezzlement when Fate ' ’t" in her hands absolute proof of h s guilt. NOW c.n ON WITH Tilt STORY. CHAPTER XII IT was Saturday morning the last day of the Crawford trial. Nan Carroll was at her desk before nine, a.'vouch vhe had worked with Morg..n until - nearly twelve the niaht before, helping him to prepare his speech to the jury. Now. at half-past nine the last of f r notes which he would require in mn: me his summation and his plea for Crawford's acquittal were ready for him. Hi; tall, thin shadow loomed ' 1 ! 1 the glass panel of the door, ard as always at his approach Nan's Jv >' leaped with painful joy. ■ t: :e straightened her tired shoulcers put on the cheerful, friendly cim 'hat, he liked. “Good morning. M Morgan!” Morgan grinned bark at her. his eves ringed with the circles of fatlgui but sparkling with anticipa'er! triumph “I still live in hope of your getting your tongue twisted on that and saying: “Good morgan. Mr. Morning.’ Well. Nan, it’s nearly over. Erainerd knows he's licked; I never heard him make such a wishy-washy speech before a jury a - - he made yesterday. But I'm not going to relax on my speech. Everything ready?” “Everything,” Nan smiled as she typed. "Good luck. The jury's gome to have a treat. I'm glad the poor things will have a chance to get away by Christmas, though. You don't think they'll take long to reach a verdict, do you?” I doubt if the jury will be out an hour.” Morgan assured her. “Whv don't you come along to the courthou.se with me? Iris is going to be there. This is Saturday before Christmas, you know. N<s use working today.” “I’ve got one or two things to do first,” she told him. “but I'll be awfully glad to come as soon as I've finished. I'll probably be there before you've opened." a a a IT was ten o'clock—just time for court to convene—when Nan closed her desk. The courthouse was only a few blocks away; she wouldn't miss much of his speech—- “ Merry Christmas. Nani Look a‘ the little Santa Claus that has come to see you! Hurry, lover! Mother hasn't a minute to waste—” And Iris Morgan, her lovely face b.illlant with wintry color, imnatiently ushered her little son into the office Oh!" Nan wheeled from the hat tree. “T thought you were at the courthouse. Mrs. Morgan. I was just going over myself. . Hello.

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George. I am glad!" Crystal said] quietly, stretching out her hands. , which 'he artist seized and held ia a convulsive grip. And suddenly she ' knew that she was speaking the ; truth. She was glad, with all her heart, that George Pruitt would have his chance. And there was another emotion, too. which she did not j identify just at first as relief. It j flooded her heart and spilled along j every nerve. Now she would not have to decide j what to say to him. Lincoln Pruitt | had decided for her. by accepting his son as an artist. For. as she had told herself the night before, an artist would not want to burden himself with a wife. And because relief was so exquisite. her voice vibrated with un- ! feigned joy as she repeated. "So glad. George! So terribly glad for you!" | Three minutes later they climbed in George's car. followed by the shouted good-bys of Nils. Cherry. Rhoda and Ben Grayson George, very pale again, and grimly silent, seemed scarcely to realize that Crystal sat beside him. He drove, leaning forward a little to scowl at the road as it unwound before him in the thickening dusk. The car was a unit in a long procession. so close-packed a throug that speed was impossible, and conversation nearly so. because of the raucous, impatient honking of hundreds of horns. "Got to get out of this for a bit,” George muttered, as if to himself, and suddenly swerved his car from tire main road into a rutty country lane, the entrance to which was aggressively posted: "Private. No trespassers, under penalty of law!" Crystal smiled faintly at his disregard of the truculent sign. Very rich young men could afford to ignore "No trespassing" signs. But as the car bumped and jolted over the frozen ruts something like panic seized her. What did George want to talk about, that such privacy was necessary? What was there to say—now? Did he really think he had committed himself by merely telling her that he would have something to sav to her when the picture was finished, and that honor compelled him to explain, regretfully, that

Curtis! Merry Christmas!” she added to the child, her voice tender in spite of herself. “I'm on my way to the courthouse now,” Iris spoke hurriedly. Then, cajolingly. “And I’ve the most tremendous favor to ask of you, Nan. Curt's new nurse didn't show up today of all days; Estelle Ls taking the day off to do her Christmas shopping. and the cook positively refused to keep the baby for me. Her insolence is absolutely amazing. Nan. but what can one do? So I told him his sweet Nana would take care of him while Mother goes to hear Daddy spellbind the jury. You will, won't you. Nan? Curt comes bearing treasure, Nan! Merry Christmas and love from the Morgans! Give Nana the package, anc * then give Mother a big kiss before she leaves. I’ll come for him just as soon as court’s adjourned, Nan.” Nan was too angry at first to speak, and Iris took her silence for consent, or pretended to do so. Leaving behind her the mingled odors of delicate perfume and rich firs, Iris was gone. . . . Wanna typewrite, Nana.” a petulant little whine pierced Nan’s turbulent rebellion. She had flung herself into her desk chair and had buried her head on her arms. No!” Nan gasped, without raising her head. “Be quiet! I’m not going to wait on you all morning!” The child's voice was lifted in a sudden, ear-splitting howl, but Nan resolutely paid no attention to him. She could not remain inactive, however. There was that filing which was to have gone over until after Christmas; two or three unimportant letters that might as well be answered now as later; that supreme court opinion to be looked up— Now and then, as she worked, her eyes fell upon tjie package which Curt had brought her. Let it lie there, silly thing. “Nanna. I wanna, scissors and paste!” The little boy, a trifle subdued bv her align- ignoring of his presence, began to follow her about the office, his voice plaintive and coaxing by turns. “Nana. I'm hungry! I wanna cup 0’ hot chocolate Nana! . . . Nana, I wanna go see Sandy Claus. Nana. . .’’ Nan shook him off resolutely. But when at last he gave up and sat huddled forlornly in one of the big chairs, tears slipping down cheeks, that were always frighteningly pale, Nan was stricken with remorse and pity. After all it was not the child's fault. He probably wished to be there as little as she wanted him, and no child of six could be expected to amuse himself in an office for two hours without help. Smiling at him for the first time 'hat morning, she hastened to get out the old battered typewriter which had been relegated to the status of plaything; set it on the edge of a table, added paper, scissors paste pot and colored crayons. Then because his tearful smile touched her heart, she drew a big, not very clever picture of Santa Claus stepping into a chimney with his pack on his back. “Now you draw one just like it fop Nan," she told him. “I've got to work, honey.” He was so quiet, so happily busytor the next hour that Nan. with the cockiness of a girl who has never had a child to rear, congratulated herself: “You just have to be firm with them. He's good as gold since I disciplined him." a a a IT was nearly noon when his utter silence made her apprensive. Turning in her revolving chair she saw that the child had

under the circumstances he now j had nothing to ask her? She had not believed he could be so stupid, j so insensitive. . . . “Mind if I park here for a few minutes?” he asked, still in that odd, brusque voice, when the car | had penetrated several hundred feet ' into the lane. “You aren’t cold, are you? There's another laprobe somewhere —” “No. I'm not cold." Crystal answered steadily. “I didn't tell you all that Dad said when I showed him the picture.” George began abruptly, when he had killed the engine, and the brooding quiet of the country night had swooped down upon them. George cleared his throat, and she saw that his hands were gripping the steering wheel so hard that the knuckles shone white. “He looked at the picture for a long time. Crystal. and then he said: ‘You win, boy. It's the real thing, at last, ” ‘But I've a hunch you didn't paint the picture all by yourself, so I guess if I'm going to gamble on your success as an artist you'd better marry the model.’ ” (To Be Continued)

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fallen asleep, his head flopped over the curved arm of the big chair. Smiling, she tiptoed to him. wondering how she could make him more comfortable without waking him. As she stood considering beside the table at which he had been drawing, cutting and pasting, her eyes swept over the litter he had made. “He draws pretty well for such a little tad,” she mused tenderly, as she picked up a sheet of paper he had covered with chimneys, apples and stars. She was about to clear the mess from the table when her eyes rested on a thick sheet of letter paper, covered with bold black writing, upon which were superimposed some of Curtis’ impressionistic drawings. “The little devil!” she thought, snatching up the sheet. “He's got into my flies when I wasn’t looking. . No! Where in the world did this come from?” Her startled eyes swept from the salutation: “My darling Iris,” to the single inititial “B” with which the letter was concluded. Then, her. breath drawn in sharply, she began to read: “My darling Iris: Please don’t torture yourself and me with your doubts of me at this time. I haven’t written because it wasn’t safe; it isn't safe now. I tried to explain, to convince you that our future happiness is at stake. I've been in a sweat of fear that Brainerd would learn of your telephone calls and of your visit to my apartment the other night. T couldn't admit you. darling. It. would have been madness. You threaten to tell Morgan everything if I don't prove that I love you before the trial is over. God knows I love you. Iris. Haven't I proved it by putting my life and liberty in jeopardy for your sake? You’ve been so wonderful, so much more courageous than I. up till now. I never would have had the nerve to do what I did. if I had not had your brains and your courage back of me, if I had not known that it meant having you always, as soon as this farce of a trial is over. It’s unworthy of our love for you to be jealous of Alice Belton, darling. Can't you understand that I had to use her, that she was a necessary pawn in the big game? I adore you, beloved. A little more patience and the world will be ours.—B.” a a a THE letter terminated in Nan's hand, and for a sick, dizzy moment she thought she was going to faint. Then the necessity for action steadied her. There was no doubt at all that she held in her hand what any court would accept as a confession of Bert Crawford's guilt. How little Curtis Morgan had come to have it did not matter; he'd probably taken it from his mother's handbag while thieving, like the conscienceless magpie that he was. for small coins with which to satisfy some of his innumerable wants. But what did matter was: what was she to do with it? A confession, a confession of guilt from the man whom .Morgan was even then pleading with a jury to acquit! What would Morgan himself do, if the damning letter had come into his hands? “If I learned, even while the jury was out debating a case of mine, that my client was guilty, I’d turn my evidence over to the district attorney and have the jury recalled,” Morgan had said to her once. Well—now it had arisen.' And John Curtis Morgan, who held honor dearer than life, was at this moment trying to convince a jury that it should acquit a man who was a thief and entirely without honor. If she withheld the letter now, when there was still time for Morgan to use it against the man who had betrayed him. and he learned that she had withheld it, he would never forgive her. But—if she turned it over to Morgan, be would have no recourse but to use it and by so doing to publish his wife's faithlessness to the world. The thought of Morgan going through the Gethsemane of sensational publicity, as well as through the deeper hell of knowing himself betrayed by wife and friend, nauseated her. Eut if she destroyed this letter and allowed Bert Crawford to be acquitted, the world and Morgan both would soon know that Iris Morgan was an unfaithful wife, for there could be no doubt now that the two—Crawford and Iris —were planning to elope when the trial was over. But wait! Some doubt perhaps! Crawford was a confirmed ladykiller, as Morgan had jokingly called him. Was it possible that he cared no more deeply for Iris than for Alice Belton, that he had merely been "using” his lawyer’s wife as he had “used'' Alice Belton, the little switchboard operator? But why was she wasting time in debate? John Curtis Morgan had a . right to this letter, to the shameful, incriminating information it held, no matter how much his having it might hurt him. And she had no | right to withhold it a moment longer. (To Be Continued)

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