Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 100, Indianapolis, Marion County, 5 September 1929 — Page 12

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THIS HAS HAPPENED HELEN PAGE feels unhappy when the ?:irls at the Spann boflrdinq school ease her about being Miss Simplicity Just to please her handsome guardian, Leonard brent, who suppiis her with ample funds and smart frocks which are brought from Paris for her by a. woman friend whom Helen has never met. The fact that he has never permitted her to meet any of his friends worries her, too. But she will not question his reason oven though her roommate, SHALLIMAR MORRIS, taunts her about shrinking back without speaking one afternoon at the Ri?z when they see him there with a striking looking wornon. Shailimar' accuses Helen of being in love with Brent: calls her a fool to ?ive up smoking, dancing and parties or him, and ends bv saving that “There's something wrong with the picture.’* Next time Brent takes her out to diner. Helen begs him to tell her about her parentage and early life, but he refuses until after she graduates. She begs, and then objects to going home early when he tells her he has an engagement. He is stern and tells her “There is one thing you must never do. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY

CHAPTER 111 HELEN swayed a little, steadying herself against the impact of dancing couples. She was too dismayed to speak. What had she done, what had her impetuous words meant to her guardian, to cause him to end their dance abruptly and speak so sternly to her? While she searched her mind for an answer Brent led her back to their table. She sat limply in her chair, waiting for him to explain his admonition. He started to speak, but the waiter arrived with the melon and Brent held his tongue. But the instant they were alone the words came quick and precise. ‘‘lnterference,’’ he said, “is one thing that I will not tolerate.’’ "Interference?” Helen whispered the word with difficulty. "You must never question me,” Brent w*ent on relentlessly. "But Leno, I didn’t.” "Please, Helen. You must listen to me. You have been groomed at Miss Spann’s for a role that requiras implicit faith in my decisions. It will be necessary at all times for you to accept my word and my judgment without question. Your own wishes will be secondary to mine.” He paused and regarded her intently. Helen sat quite still. "If you think that will be Impossible—that you cannot submerge your own opinions and desires—we will not go on. You may choose your own path. But you must decide now.” It was brutla. No one, not even the girl before him, knew’ so well as he what her answer would be. For years he had taken an evil satisfaction in his domination of her; evil because he knew it was based on her tremendous capacity for loving, her inability to curb or limit her affection. It seemed to her that he questioned her loyalty even to give her the choice he named. Why, she belonged to him. Her life was his. She lived for no one or nothing else. "I’m sorry,” she said simply. "Then please remember what I have told you. And now eat your melon like a good girl.” * tt tt BUT Helen could not eat it. The very strength of her that sent her devotion out to him in wholehearted measure refused the humiliation of being treated like a child. It wounded her. but she forgave it. though the melon remained untouched. Brent was too selfish to notice. He ate his own melon with relish. Before they were served again he suggested another dance. Helen declined and he did not urge. He could read her mind as though it were a book. Best to turn the whole incident off lightly, make her forget it. So he set himself to entertain her. and when they arrived back at the school Helen was again in a rapturous state of mind. It would soon to be the end of June and she would go away with Leno—somewhere—to be with him every day. It would be sweet to have nothing to do but live for him. nothing else to think of but ways to delight him, to keep him with her always. And perhaps, some day, he would discover that she was a woman and not a child any longer. Brent drove back to New York, satisfied that he could pull the strings of her heart as he wished. But the heart itself. There he was

troubled. It seemed so easy for her tc be a good kid. Had he overdone it, wiped out forever the chance to shape her destiny to suit his own ends? His uneasiness was reflec f ed in the reckless speed with which he drove through the night. “But damn it all. she’s perfect,” he said aloud, as though he had to justify his course to his inner judgment. “She’s as convincing as a ewe lamb, absolutely above suspicion.” The last conclusion ended in his mind. It was not Leonard Brent's habit to give free voice to his thoughts. But, pleased as he was with the results of his plan to bring up a former partner’s daughter in refined surroundings, he carried a doubt to bed with him that night. He couldn't shake off the feeling that it was not going to be easy to orient Helen into the ways of her father. The important engagement he had spoken of to her slipped his mind entirely before he reached the city. And in the morning he found it necessary to telephone an explanation. His ’excuses were accepted and another appointment was made. Brent wouldn’t have bothered, but this woman had been useful to him in the past. Soon he expected not to need her, but it would be unwise, he reflected, to let her know that too abruptly. tt tt a A T 7 that night he started to her apartment to dine with her. On the curb before his hotel he raised his arm to signal a taxi; then changed his mind. The balminess of the weather tempted him to walk. It was not far, but his direction lay crosstown, bringing him to less fashionable thoroughfares than the one he had left. About half way to his destination the weather changed abruptly as it will in New York and a spatter of raindrops warned of a shower to come. Brent stopped and looked about for a cab. There was none in sight. While he stood waiting, knowing that one would undoubtedly be along presently, he was approached by a vagrant with a plea for a dime. Brent was about to t6ss over a coin to the bleary-eyed wretch when a third figure loomed upon them, a majestic personage in blue, with brass buttons. “None of your panhandling now, old man,” he ordered crisply. “Be off with yez.” The old fellow shuffled away, obedient to the law. The officer turned to Brent. “Looks like rain,” he commented good-naturedly. Brent nodded. The officer moved on, turned the corner. Brent faced about, to look in the opposite direction for a cab. He saw, a few buildings down the street, the beggar stagger, right himself, go on a step or two and then collapse into a convenient doorway. Brent hesitated. A nuisance to bother with it. But the rain was coming down heavier. Might as well take a look at the old bum while Re sought shelter. ► He moved, hurried a bit by the fall of raindrops, down to where the old man lay inert in his dirty rags. Brent would not touch him. With his cane he pushed away the hat that half obscured the gray, white face. Another guest for the morgue, he thought. Well, somebody else could discover him and bother with it. He turned to go. A faint sound checked him. When he looked back the old fellow had stirred. And he was moaning weakly. Brent stooped over him. “Come out of it.” he snapped unfeelingly. The moaning ceased and Brent straightened up, having decided to be on his way. The prostrate man stirred again, moved his arm. and Brent saw that something had fallen out of his tattered shirt, something tha gleamed dully in the fading light. On an instinct that he did not stop to analyze he stooped to pick it up. There was a string attached to it, a string that led round the old man's neck.

—By Williams

YJ REN*r gave a jerk, but the string held. And the vagrant opened his eyes. They were dull and unseeing. But Brent realized suddenly that he was doing a hazardous and absurd thing. Robbing an old beggar. It wasn't robbery really—just curiosity to see why the creature had in his possession an old-fashioned locket with a good-sized diamond in it. But undoubtedly it would look like robbery to any one seeing him take it. And he was likely to be seen at any moment. That officer might be back. Brent smiled to think what a lucky officer he would be if he could catch him, Brent, in a crime. It never had been done. But he wanted that locket. Not to keep it, but to satisfy his curiosity by finding out what it contained. He gave another and viciously cruel jerk to the string. It parted this time. And as it did so Brent became aware of the words that were issuing from the blue lips. They caught his interest. He leaned closer, but he did not forget to thrust the locket out of sight in his pocket. He heard the word “disinherited” repeated over and ever, and the name “Evangeline.” What he understood of the muttering, pieced together, implied that someone by that name, Evangeline, had been disinherited. The thought flashed through Brent’s mind that people are not disinherited except where there is wealth —disowned perhaps, but not disinherited. And where there was wealth there was a hunting ground. He was no longer loath to touch the poor soul at his feet, though he exercised fastidious care in his next move. (To Be Continued) TYPHOON KILLS 23 Manila Faced With Alarming Water Shortage. By I'nited /’rex# MANILA. P. I„ Sept. s.—With the toll of Tuesday's typhoon at twentythree known dead and $5,000,000 property damage, Manila was faced today with an alarming water shortage and the threat of pestilence. With seventeen more unconfirmed dead and many missing, Philippine officials revealed that the situation resulting fro mthe devastating typhoon wa sfar more serious than at first believed. The typhoon destroyed the system of aqueducts and pipes supplying water to the city. Officials said there only was enough water remaining for twenty-four hours normal con- j sumption. Strict conservation orders were issued.

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Beaching the boat, the men lifted out the great chest. They argued angrily —they quarreled, and a sailor buried his pick in the brain of the rat-faced man. Digging a deep trench, they buried the treasure with the corpse, obliterating all signs. They then pulled rapidly back to the “Arrow.”

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The smoke on the horizon increased, and the sailors lost no time in getting under full sail. Tarzan, an interested spectator, sat speculating on the strange actions. He wondered what the chest contained Dropping to the ground he found a spade and begad digging until he uncovered the body.

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He dragged it from the grave, then unearthed the chest, replacing the body and the earth. Four sailors had sweatest beneath the burden of that chest. Tarzan of the Apes picked it up easily and carried it into the densest part of the jungle. He traveled for several hours,

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His brain told him the chest contained valuables. He desired to open it, but the iron lock and bands baffled even his strength. So he buried it. Darkness settled before he was back in the cabin’s vicinity. Astonished, he saw the interior of the cabin appear aa bright as day.

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