Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 46, Indianapolis, Marion County, 4 July 1929 — Page 9

JULY 4, 1929.

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THIS HAS HAPPENED **r?Ort% ORGAN ' wlfe of JOHN CURTIS •'•cceMful lawyer. elope* with CRAAFORD. for wkoir: Morgan as recently won an acquittal. Morgan ts0 v-*w O LU?E* ct Cranford t.^! CARROLL. Morgan's recretary. ; a ,*® *T’ e w !th him To r ae him from iVhFu, !pal h * hc cleverly forces him ' ic For * ! * m6r.*h sh ar’s .{?**F ce housekeeper for him, !?;•' °* • 1 CURTIS Morgan tells her he Is divorcing Iris and aj* her to marrv :' m> *lr*sing his and the bo- . r.efd of rer She consents. JL* ar ,F ca ' marriage ha. continued months when Nan decide;, she can eta a a no longer. The next morning. .s**l off bv Crawford, returns. * h * tries io brlrg f.forhi* knees. Nan Is hearibroken. rT ■ ! “2i, pu JL 'he determ!n?: to fight and hospital BLACK to remove Iris to a Morgan tells Nan he wants to pro- :de * - owancc for Irv‘ and Nan agrees. Curtis goes to his mother ■ Bh * him with sweet* and -I, >tl 0 . meS . J' Christmas morning he J..**** 1 * W!th a fever and Dr Black tells •an It Is appendiclt.s and his dl'* irit* w-atched He warns Nan Irl *- fells her she ;s an unflghtPU ° US woman ' an, l urg's Nan to now r.o on turn the store CHAPTER XLII T OOK what I found, wandering the streets disconsolately and coking as if he'd lost his best friend! ’ John Curtis Morgan greeted his wife at five minutes to six. His voice was so natural, so jolly, *> ith just enough of an undercurrent of anxiety as to what she would think of his bringing an unexpected guest for Christmas dinner, that Nan sprang from the liv- ? room couch and ran toward him. "Willis Todd!" she cried jovr ir-ly, incredulously, as the embarrassed young man who had once oped to marry her guiltily followed his host into the room. "You don't know how glad I am to see you, Willis! I’ve been intending for ages t/> be a very indiscreet wife and beg you to have luncheon with me." "And now," Willis laughed, “your husband heaps coals of fire on your head by treating me as a family friend.” As soon as he had said it, Willis Todd realized that, he had committed a faux pas. For his unconsidered words reminded Nan that he knew and that she knew of another ' family friend,” who had grievously betrayed John Curtis Morgan’s hospitality. And so both he and Nan were blushing hotly as they shook hands, a fact which Morgan noted and puzzled over. Then he must have remembered how he. blind to her love for himself, had once asked Nan when she was going to marry her faithful suitor. To cover his confusion, he immediately became very voluble and jovial—mannerisms which set oddly upon his natural austerity. His was a dry, twinkle-in-the-eye, downward-quirking-lip sort of humor, not the loud-laughing, boisterous kind which he now called to his aid. “Yes, Nan, my defeated rival here was wandering along Washington street, looking as disconsolate as if he'd just found out there wasn’t any Santa Claus! So I brought him here to prove there is. Look at the Christmas tree, Todd! If it doesn’t prove there is a Santa Claus—” "Here’s Estelle, John,” Nan interrupted, “bursting with news about Christmas dinner. Just, five minutes, Estelle, please. John, will you take Willis upstairs to wash his hands?” “Sorry I'm not dressed. Nan,” the young man apologized. “Mr. Morgan wouldn't give me time to go to my rooms—” “I'm glad he didn't; I'd have had a tearful cook on my hands if he'd delayed the dinner.” Nan laughed.

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Almost as veil as she knew the Rosses, Tony Tarver had known the Purvis family. For the Purvisses, before the death es the husband and father, had been the aristocrats of Myrtle street. It had been something for other Myrtle streeters —wives and children of ordinary workingmen—to brag about, that the Henry Purvis family still lived there. For Henry Purvis had been owner of a big wholesale produce house, and could have lived almost anywhere he chose —not on unfashionable, shabby Myrtle street. But he had lived there and reared his children there, and died there, and after his death it had been discovered that the Purvis wealth was practically nonexistent. For years now. poor, faded little Mrs. Purvis had been making a bare living by running a fruit and vegetable store at the end of Myrtle street. Hee daughter had been swallowed up by Chicago, and her son Bill, with Whom Tony and Sandy had played and quarreled and fought through elementary school and grammar school, had dashed his mother's fine hopes for him by running away to join the marines. “Mrs. Purvis! Sandy! What in the world is the matter?" Tony demanded fearfully. The thin, old-looking little woman turned her grief-ravaged face and trembling hands outstretched started, then ran toward Tony, her piteously. “You’ll beg him to take me. won't you. Tony? Sandy would always do anything you wanted him to, and so would Bili—” * “But what do you want Sandy to do. Mrs. Purvis?" Tony interrupted gently. “Bill's sick. Nicaragua. She wants to fly to him,” Sandy explained in his usual laconic fashion. “Bill's dying!" Mrs. Purvis gasped. “Look! Here's the radiogram I got today. It says—oh, my!—oh. my!” Tony took the radiogram mechanically, forced her dazed eyes to read it. It was very official, signed by Bill Purvis's captain, and it notified Mrs. Purvis that “little hope is entertained for the recovery of your son. William Pierce Purvis, stricken with typhus." And it was dated: “M&nagua. Nicaragua." “But—Bill can t—die." Tony said slowly, not realizing what she was saying."

SHE waited until her husband and guest had disappeared up the stairs, then followed them fleetly, stopping at her own door near the head of the stairs. Since Willis Todd was to be present at the afterdinner opening of Christmas gifts, he should not be left out in the cold. There was a cravat she had bought for her husband and which she had decided to return, since, upon daylight inspection, its colors had seemed too vivid for his dark austerity. But it was exactly right for Willis Todd. "Let John think I bought it for Willis in the first place,” Nan grinned to herself. "I do believe he was a little jealous when he caught us both blushing. Let him be jealous! Do him good!” t She wrapped the boxed tie with lightning speed, affixed "Merry Christmas” seals, tagged it with a card which read: "For auld lang syne. From Nan to Willis.” She found the two men waiting for her in the drawing room, and obviously relieved when she joined them. "I looked in on Curtis," Morgan *od Nan as they proceeded to the dining room, which Estelle had decorated as lavishly as if she had been expecting a big party. "He seems bettor, doesn't he? I promised to bring his hot milk toast when we’ve finished dinner and stay with him while he eats it. Poor little tyke! He'd bragged for weeks of his turkey-and-dressing capacity and now he has to be coni tent with milk toast. You couldn't | relent a mite, I suppose, Nan?” "No!” Nan looked very much the firm young mother. “Dr, Black has given orders and I'm going to carry them out religiously. But please don t let your sympathy for Curtis spoil your own .appetite, dear. I hope you’re both hungry. Wouldn’t it be a joke on us if poor Willis was in the same fix as O. Henry’s Thanksgiving party found himself?—forced to eat a second holiday feast, while still in the agonies of indigestion from the first. "No. really!” Willis Todd denied quickly. "I was exactly the sad young man that Mr. Morgan described. In fact, I was trying to decide whether to eat my lonely Christmas dinner at a drug store fountain and be wholly miserable, or to pay three dollars for a hotel dining room table d’hote and acquire an attack of indigestion as ; tormenting as my regular Christ- ; mas blues.” j “I like that!” Nan protested. “I | suppose you’ve forgotten what you ’ said last Christmas? —that it was j the happiest Christmas you had ; spent since you were a child. Rei member how greedy we were and ! how nice the funny old waiter was, } especially after you’d given him a five-dollar tip?” “I remember,” Willis Todd agreed, his mouth and eyes tightening with j pain. "I’m being beastly.” Nan re- ; proached herself. “I’m making i John remember his last Christmas when Iris sat where I'm sitting now. And I’m hurting Willis, too. I didn't realize he still cared—so much.” a a a BUT there was an unworthy consolation in the evidences of his pain and in the occasional puzzled glances from her husband’s eyes. Although the three of them had talked emphatically of how hungry they were, Maude O’Brien in the kitchen glowered resentfully at the returning dishes. There was little

"He won t die if I can get to him!” Mrs. Purvis almost screamed. "Where is—Nicaragua, Sandy?” Tony asked, like a bewildered child. “Is it—far. Sandy?” “About 2.500 miles from here, air route—if there is any,” Sandy answered, his lean, tanned face twitching nervously. "Don’t think you could stand the trip, Mrs. Purvis. My plane isn’t very comfortable.” “Comfortable!” Mrs. Purvis shrilled. "I’d crawl on my hands and knees to get to Bill, and you talk about being comfortable! I tell you I can stand it, and if it's money you want—” "Haven’t mentioned money, have I?” Sandy retorted grimly. "If X make the flight, it'll be for you and Bill—" “Sandy!” Tony cried. “Do you know what you’re saying? You can't fly to Nicaragua—2,soo miles!” “Can try.” Sandy interrupted. “Reckon that's what planes are for —to fly in. Take me couple hours to get ready, Mrs. Purvis. Now listen—” (To Be Continued)

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reward in cooking for love-sick people who pecked at their food, with no more appetite than canaries, as she grumbled to Estelle. "Reminds me of last Christmas, when that Crawford man sat there and made eyes at the creature who vas Mrs. Morgan then,” Estelle whispered. “This Todd man is nuts over Miss Nan, and the poor dear mister looks like he’s wondering if he's going to lose this missus, t-oo.” That was an exaggeration, but certainly John Curtis Morgan did not look like a happy man, between Iris odd bursts of forced volubility. Nan, with an impishness she had not suspected herself capaole of, flirted openly with Willis Todd, and the burden of her conversation was, “And. oh, Willis, do you remember when —?” Immediately after dinner Morgan called for Curtis’ tray and trudged heavily upstairs with it. The sound of those slow, heavy footsteps—almost like those of an old man’s—echoed in Nan's heart and brought tears into her eyes. “What the matter. Nan?” Willis asked anxiously, as he dropped down to the couch beside her and laid a trembling hand over hers. “Is it—pretty bad, honey?” Nan made no pretense of not understanding. She nodded miserably, then dashed an angry hand at the tears. “Iris has come back, Willis. She didn't know John had got a. divorce and—and married me.” “Good Lord;” the young man ejaculated. “You poor kid! No wonder. Can you tell me what happened? Did she come here?” Nan nodded and Willis tightened his clasp on her hand until the pressure hurt. But it was a sweet pain. Stumbling, interrupting herself at times to choke back a sob, Nan told him the incredible story of Iris’ return and of its devasting effects upon John Curtis Morgan. She concluded by rapidly repeating Dr. Black’s warning that Iris intended to fight her successor with every weapon she could lay hands on. “Then you’ll need a weapon, too,” Willis Todd said grimly. “And I’ve got a dandy I can place in your hands right now.” Nan’s tear-drowned eyes stared incredulously into his steely gray ones. “No. I’m not talking through my hat,” he assured her. “I’ve got facts and proofs which you’re welcome to. I was’ in New York in November on a buying trip for my firm and one of the big wholesale men took, me to a night club. Sure-fire entertainment for us out-of-town hicks, you know,” he grinned. “Well, it happens he was right this time, for I w'ouidn’t have missed a show I saw there for a month’s pay. And the show was extra, entirely impromptu, not a oart of the regular cabaret at all.” “You saw Iris and—Bert Crawford?” Nan whispered. “Os course you’d be two leaps ahead of me,” Willis growled. “Almost the first person my eyes lit on when we took our table was Bert Crawford. He didn’t recognize me, of course—we’d never met. With him was a stunning brunet—an actressy sort of person, made up to look like a Spanish heart-breaker, lace mantilla, jeweled comb, Spanish shawl and whatnot. They were thick as thieves. The description fits our blond villain, at any rate.” a a a BUT —Iris?” Nan frowned. “I was so sure she’d been with him after she left John —” “Oh, she had, all right! No doubt about that, if you can wait till I tell my story. It was about 1:30, when the cabaret was in full swing, that Iris appeared suddenly at Crawford’s table and launched one of the nastiest rows I’ve ever had to listen in on. It all came out, of course; how Crawford was her property and she’d not stick at murder to keep any other woman from •laving him.” “Oh!” Nan gasped. “Exactly!” Willis Todd agreed. “It was pretty awful. Before the night club manager could get there to put her out, Crawford had told her, in no uncertain terms, that ha wasn’t going to stand for her spying on him, that he was his own master, that since he wasn’t married to her, what was it to her anyway, if he fancied another woman for a change. Raw! The Spanish-look-ing vamp enjoyed it a lot. I thifik she was a little sorry when the manager hustled Iris out of the club. The next morning I read a front page story in a tabloid about ‘Row in Nightclub Ends in Suicide Attempt’.’’ “Did it print Iris’ name?” Nan asked, horrified. (To Be Continued! OPENS - "REVIVAL DRIVE Grand Rapids Evangelist Holds Meetings at 29 South Capitol. Evangelist S. B. Shaw of Grand Rapids opened a series of revival meetings Wednesday night at the Holiness League, 26 South Capitol avenue. He recently closed a revival at the West Michigan Street Methodist Episcopal church.

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