Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 27, Indianapolis, Marion County, 12 June 1929 — Page 10

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THIS HAS HAPPENED NAN CARROLL, private secretary to JOHN CURTIS MORGAN, lawyer, disco'. the is in love uith her employer. ho is married ar.d patsioriatelv In love with his wife. She decides to return fcut her resignation Is postponed, because she fee.' Morsrar. will have particular need of her in his defense of a tuppo-ed friend. BFRT CRAWFORD. Indicted for embezzlement. On the last day of the trial, little CL'RTIS MORGAN. 8-vear-old Child of IRIS and John Morean. who Is left In Nan's care while Iris hastens to the courtroom, innocently places in Nan’s hands a note apparently taken from h!s mo’nnr's handbag It is from Crawford and reveals his, guilt and his and Iris' plan to elope when the trial Is over.. Crawford leaves town after his acquittal and Iris departs for a pleasure trip a few days later. Iris announces her desertion In a letter which cleverly omita mention of Crawford and pleads that Morgan not trv to find her. Morgan is crushed. When. In desperation, he starts to place the child in a boarding school. Nan dissuades him, urging him to ke-p his home Intact. While Morgan is at the capital on busir.e Nan stays at the Morgan house with little Curtis. She organizes the housekeeping so father and son may rarry on. places Curtis In public school, and arranges that MAUDE O BRIEN. the housekeeper, her husband and son shall live on tn premises and look after details there, with Nan acting as longI "-teeper. Little Curtis, longing for his mother, tugs at Nan's heart, strings When the maid asks Nan what, disposition Is to be made of Iris's clothes. Nan a*cends the stairs slowly, sick with distaste for the Job at hand. NOW no ON WITH THF. STORY CHAPTER XXTII AS soon as Nan Carroll switched . on the lights in the chamber which had been shared by John Curtis Morgan and his wife, she knew why the deserted husband had fled from it to the sanctuary of the small room which had been dedicated to male guest-s of the famous lawyer. For this room was of and for Iris. Ts had been created soleiy as a setting for Iris Morgan's exotic beauty. Iris had daringly chosen a color scheme of amethyst and vivid bluegrevn. almost the same blue-green as 1 er remarkable eyes. Both shades of taffeta were combined in the window drapes, with sheer gold gauze between, to filter sunshine info more flattering moonlight. The top of the dressing table, with its triple mirrors, was crowded with scent bottles, jars and boxes, all of clear amethyst crystal. Nan wondered how Iris could have left such treasure behind, but undoubtedly the woman who had abandoned husband and child for another man had depended upon Bert Crawford to give her newer, richer treasure, as well as a newer, more thrilling love than that which she was leaving. "Do you need any help. Miss Carroll?” Estelle, the maid, startled the interloper by calling softly from the doorway. Nan was grateful. Tt was not pleasant to be alone with the ghost of a living woman. "Yes. thank ;ou. Estelle. I haven't looked into the closet yet. but if there is much packing to be done I shall need your help—also a wardrobe trunk or two. - ’ “I told Pat O'Brien to bring up trunks from the basement.” Estelle admitted. "It will take all the trunks we can find to hold her clothes. Here's Mrs. Morgan's dressing room, and I reckon there's enough clothes here to stock a shop.” Nan agreed with her silently when she stepped into the large dressing room. Afternoon frocks, evening gowns, street costumes—dresses, dresses and more dresses—crowded the hanger-pole from one end of the room to the other. No wonder John Curtis Morgan had not been able to endure the room he had shared with his wife; Had he stood here lonely and despairing, breathing in the perfume that floated delicately from his wife's garments, remembering her beauty clothed in this frock and that, crushing the exquisite fabrics against his lips.

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But if Colin Grant was afraid of being fired, he did not look it. He tore the sheet of paper out of his typewriter, scanned the half dozen sentences with disgust, crumpled the typewriter and tossed it to the ■ floor. Then he leaned far back in his chair, clasping his thin, longfingered brown hands behind his tousled black head, and regarded his city editor with a quizzical, chal- j lenging grin that made him look : suddenly very young. Crystal had placed his age at about 30, but now site was not sure. “Why?” he repeated Harry's question lazily. "That's simple. I forgot all about the blasted Peabody divorce case.” Crystal was amazed at the way Harry Blaine kept his temper. "The Sun has the whole yarn. Colin. Made us look like two cents. Vou knew I was counting on you. md that there's going to be a pretty nasty time for me when Horton sees the Sun —’’ “Sorry, old man. I haven't any excuse. I tel! you. I simply forgot til about it. Got all fussed up over short story, but that's neither here ;.or there, is it? You are giving me ,he works. I take it?” Coiin Grant answered, but he seemed not in the cast depressed. Excited and glad, rather. Crystal was hopelessly bewildered. . . . “You know I'm not—not yet.” Harry Blaine amazed her by retorting angrily, but with a queer note of pleading in his voice. “I'll fix it up with Horton somehow ” “Why?" Colin Grant asked lazily, a sardonic smiling jerking at the corners of his wide, dark-red mouth. Harry Blaine answered with lowvoiced fury: “You know why, Colin. Because you're the best newspaper man that ever hit this town or any ether town—when you want to be. and I'm not going to let you blow this job as easy as you think. "You've thrown me down today, and because I know you're decent enough to feel ashamed of yourself. I'm going to make you promise to stick to the job a month longer, at least—" "A month?” The reporter who ranted to be fired was startled, angry. Crystal thought he looked, for a moment, like a wild animal aware of a trap. “Good Lord. Blame, you know I can't hang

But Estelle, as if she read Nan's thoughts, dispelled that picture. "Mr. Morgan hasn’t been in here since Friday morning. He slept in the gentleman's guest room Friday night, and had me move his things in there Saturday morning.’’ a a a *. NAN was guiltily glad that Big Pat had not arrived a moment sooner with the three wardrobe | trunks. It was strangely comfortable to know that Morgan had not j spent tragic minutes in his dressi ing room, recreating images of his wife in these dresses she had not considered worthy to be taken on her wicked adventure. ‘‘ln here. Big Pat,” she called to the man. ‘‘And thank you. I wonder if there's going to be half enough room? There seems to be ! dozens of pairs of shoes, as well as stacks of hats. Will you begin packing the dresses, please. Estelle? Big Pat has opened thf trunks.” As the maid obeyed. Nan went grimly about the luxurious bedroom, collecting ever,’ article that had : been dedicated to Iris’ personal use. Tn the small teakwood desk she found a mass of correspondence—invitations, announcements from ' shops, a sheaf of unpaid bills ol j which Morgan would ultimately re- j ceive duplicates with an indignant i “Please remit.” and letters. There was one envelope addressed j in Bert Crawford's bold, dashing i hand, and this Nan slipped into the $ pocket of the little brown velveteen ! suit, she was wearing. She would { burn it, unread, grateful that it was j she and not John Curtis Morgan, j who had found this probably incriminating bit of evidence of his wife's illicit love affair. ~~ tt tt a JT was almost dinner time when Nan and the maid had finished their attempt to banish Iris Morgan's ghost from her husband’s home ”1 don’t believe I’ll dress.” Nan reflected with the unaccustomed work and the strain of suppressed, conflicting emotions. Then she remembered, with a grin at her own susceptibility to flattery. Curtis’ naive compliment the night before: "Oh. I didn't know you were so pretty!” and determined to gratify again his very masculine eye for feminine beauty. There was no reason at all why she should not use a generous handful of the violet bath salts that Iris had so thoughtfully provided for her guests, never dreaming that it would be her husband's secretary and her own successor as a housekeeper—however “long-distance”— for that same husband, who would eventually use them. So Nan bathed luxuriously, even giving her bright-brown short hair a vigorous shampoo and rubbing it dry with one of Iris’ extravagant bath towels. The only dinner dress she had brought with her besides the amber chiffon she had worn the night before was a demurely sophisticated little frock of sapphire transparent velvet, with rhinestone buckles where her hips would have been if she had not been built, like a schoolboy. Above the rich, deep blue her brown eyes, wide as an excited child's, looked almost black, j but her new-washed hair glinted j like fine-spun copper. “I do like my legs.” she com- j mented to herself with pardonable i satisfaction as she paraded before the full lnegth mirror in her closet j door. “If only these super-sheer j gun metal stockings didn't cost i three whole dollars! And sls for black antelope pumps! There ain’t I no justice!—lris with her twenty-

around Stanton for another mouth! I'll make it a week.” A week, a week! It was like a reprieve from death for Crystal. Tn a week anything, everything might happen. "The Harmon murder trial opens Wednesday,” Harry reminded him cunningly. "Just your meat. I'd rather have you covering it than any other man in the country—” “A week, ’ Colin Grant repeated inplacably. “Now, for the Lord’s sake, shut up and let me trj‘ to nail this story that's driving me nuts. It's going to be a wow if I can get it down on paper. Harry.” And his two forefingers began to peck again, rapidly, happily. There was pale excitement on his long, thin face, and something like ecstatic fury. The girl and the city editor had ceased to exist for him. "Well. Crys!" Harry Blaine closed the assignment book with a bang and rose from his desk. "What are you hanging around here for? Want to go cut for a sandwich and cup of coffee with your city editor?” (To Be Continued.^

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one pairs of shoes! Ah. well! Poor, but honest! That's me!” a a a SHE was giving her flushed cheeks —"Don’t need any rouge tonight!”—another careful dusting of rachel-tinted powder iyhen Curtis hurtled breathlessly into the room. "Hey, Nana! Guess what! My father's come home! And I’m telling him all about school and Big Pat and Little Pat and everything! And he said, ‘Where is that incred-i-ble girl?” What's incredi-i-ble, Nana? Are you incred-i-ble?” Nan gasped, then suddenly went down on her knees and swept Curtis into her arms, holding him close against her wildly beating heart, “Listen. Curtis! Stop panting! Tell me—was he angry when he called me ‘that incredible girl’?” "Why?” Curtis was plainly amazed. “Is incred-i-ble a cuss word, Nana? He didn't say it like he was cussing. He —he said it like —like'' —the child groped for descriptive words beyond his vocabulary—"like he could kiss you if you was there right then!” "Oh!” Nan sprang to her feet, her face flaming. Os course Curtis didn't mean that as she would have liked him to mean it. He was merely trying to tell her that his father had looked tenderly amused and grateful, but. . . . “Let's go down, honey. Dinner must be ready, and Maude has something very special tonight. Guess what!. . . No, you’d never! It’s Hidden T-easure! I joist hope there’ll be one for your father, too.” Curtis’ wild speculation as to what "Hidden Treasure” might be carried them down to the living room and to where John Curtis Morgan stood befor* the merrily burning fire, his eyes—which were not merry at all—fixed on the lifesize portrait of the wife who had so recently deserted him. ‘Fati er, we’ve got Hidden Treasure for Lamer. and Nana made up the recipe just for me, and—” "Hello, Nan! Has this young hellion been babbling like this ever since you came? If so, it's a good thing I hurried back to rescue you. You seem to be bearing up under the strain pretty well, though. I never saw you look so pretty.” Was she glad then that she had dressed for dinner! But she wondered if he could see her heart pounding beneath the allegedly transparent velvet, as his two hands folded over the cold little hand she thrust out at him. “Aren’t you back sooner than you expected? Os course, we’re awfully glad—” "The Governor and I had our heart-to-heart talk about poor Brownlee last night, and around midnight he gave me his word that if Dr. Ashley's privately stated opinion corrobrated ’ his expert testimony on the witness stand, he would have the boy committed to the state hospital for the criminally insane. I'm glad for his mother’s sake. Personally. I think the poor boy would be better off dead, but I don’t fancy the noose as a way to put him out of his misery—all things considered. . . Hello! Here’s Estelle, with the good news that dinner's ready. I’m famished. T hope we don't have to hunt for this Hidden Treasure of Nan’s, Sonnyboy!” a a a Hidden treasure” proved to be something delightfully odorous in individual casseroles, something with a brown, crisp crust of cracker crumbs and cheese. "There's an egg in a nest of spinach!” Curtis shouted, when he had lifted the crust with an impatient fork and disclosed a perfectly poached egg. "I don't like spinach. . . . Um-m-m! That’s funny!” he marveled, his black eyes flying accusingly to Nan. “It tastes good!” He took another forkful of the spinach. which had been chopped into white sauce. Then. “Say. Father! Taste this crust! Oh. boy!” Morgan laughed until his pale, tired face was ruddy with color. “I called you 'that incredible girl’ to Curtis, and he wanted to know what incred-i-ble meant." he said to Nan, and again his eyes had that look in them which Curtis had endeavored to describe. "Curtis, an incredible girl is one who can solve murder mysteries, make a lazy lawyer work like the very devil, bring order out of chaos in someone else’s home, and make a finicky little brat 1 like you eat spinach and like it.” 1 "Uh-huh.” Curtis agreed, sticking his fork into the golden yolk of ; Nan’s "Hidden Treasure.” “I want \ Nana to stay. So does Little Pat, He says she’s a peach-er-ino” tTo Be Continued! Prince to Held Investiture j ftn Tim, .1 S/in ini LONDON. June 12.—The Prince of Wales will hold the investitures at St. James palace on July 9 and 10. during which he will present the ! decorations which the king conferred ! in his birthday honors list, it was 1 announced today.

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