Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 104, Indianapolis, Marion County, 10 September 1929 — Page 11

SEPT. 10, 1929

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THIS HAS HAPPENED HELEN PAGE feels unhappy when the piri: at th-' hoarding school tes.-e her about string up dancing and parties and bctr.c Miss Simplicity just to please her handsome guardian. LEONARD BRENT, with whom they accuse her of being in lo' e And her roommate calls her a fool ester they see him at the Rltz one day With another woman. Realizing her school-girl Infatuation for him. Brent exacts her promise to do anything he asks her to. and says he will tell her about her parentage after *h* graduate:. One day Brent spies a gold locket on a beggar who had fallen in rn alle-. He bends over to take the locket and hears mumbled words about ■ Evangelinc—ciisinfierHed and decides to help the old man and learn his story. The beggar Is too far gone lo reveal much pxrept that his name is CHARLES OVENS NELLIN. thal his wife is dead: and that there was a baby EVANGEL'NE "horn he has bidden front her wealthy grandfather. CYRIL K. CUNNINGHAM. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORE CHAPTER VII man Cunningham is a slubborn old fool!” The statement vas made with heat, while the speaker glared at j his listener as though he challenged j him to contmdict it. But Brent | seemed in no way inclined to do so. ! He merely nodded with interest and j Bruite went on. “There wasn't a prettier girl in these parts then Evangeline Cunningham ” he said. “Proud, too. but sweet and friendly. Not like the old man, who's always been a oit better'll anybody else. Sort of | swollen up with ingrown pride. ' He couldn't conceive of Evange- ! tine marrying any one of leas importance than a Cunningham. Her falling in love had nothing to do with it in Cyril's opinion. There wasn't any room in his mind for understanding a thing like that. "So she ran away. And why wouldn't she? Locked up in her room and forbidden to send word to her lover? You couldn't dc things like that to a high-spirited girl in those days any more than you can do it now " Bruite paused for breath and Brent said quickly, sympathetically: "That's right: you can't.” "But she never left her husband and came heme lo repent in luxury like so many girls do when they leave a wealthy family to marry a poor man. Evangeline stuck to her choice but I guess shed have been better off if she'd had a little less of the old man's stubborness herself, for I've heard that she had a hard time with Nellin,' Again Bruite paused, and he seemed to nave lost some of his fire. Brent prompted him with a crafty question. "Perhaps." he said, "she didn't have any children to Aorry about." Bruite rose to tiy bait. "She had one child." he responded and hurried on to explain how he knew that much was certain. "I saw the letter she wrote her father, telling him about the little girl and asking help for her. "The letter threw old Cunningham into a rage and I was sent for to bring something to quiet his nerves. He never mentioned Evangeline's name or the letter either, but the butler, who’d been with the family for years, had saved the torn up pieces. "He told me about it—said he recognized the handwriting and wanted to know how the young lady was getting along.” one "NJ ATURALLY,” Brent agreed. "And I suppose Cunningham ceier answered the letter.” "I don't know about that.” Bruite admitted. "Maybe lie did and maybe Evangeline wrote again, but one thiny is sure: she never came back.” "She migbt have come secretly.” Brent suggested, but Bruite shook his head. "The sen ants would have know n and Id have heard about it.” he said. "I was fond of hers they'd have let me know if she's returned.” "What became of the child. Does am one know that?" "I never heard.” Bruite told him. "But I'd think.” Brent began, taking a ne tack, "that if Nellin was the sort of man to make his wife unhappy, he'd have been after Cunningham for money." Bruite grunted. "H'm, well, maybe he was. but it's my guess that he hd4 a Xuui eccentric

pride of his own. I knew' him slightly. Never thought much of him. but I wouldn't have said anything worse of him than that he was irresponsible.” Brent held out his cigaret case. •‘Smoke?’’ he invited. Bruite accepted and Brent put the case back in his pocket before saying anything more. "Then the story ends there?” he inquired smoothly. "So far as I know.” Bruite amended. "We haven't seen hide nor hair of the Nellins since she went away with him. That's a long time ago. about twenty years, I should say. The old man's had plenty of time to regret his harshness.” “So lie has regretted it?” .. Bruite shook his head. "If he has. no one around here seems to know it. He keeps pretty much to himself, never going out, and having little company. "Mr. Greaves, his attorney, pays him a call now and then, and Dr. Ralston is in fairly regular attendance Aside from them he sees practically no one.” "I see.” Brent mused. ‘‘Mr. Greaves, an attorney, and his physician. Is the old gentleman failing?” “Yes. quite rapidly.” "I see.” Brent said again. "Perhaps he is making a belated search for his daughter." "He'll die unrelenting, is my opinion,” Bruite predicted. tt tt a BRENT closed his note-book with a sudden finality. "Well,” he said brightly. "I'm much obliged to you indeed. Mr. Bruite. for the information you've given me. It will make a great story.” “Now you be careful what you write.” Bruite cautioned him uneasily. "And perhaps, you'd best not quote me directly,” he added, his apprehension that he had said too much growing upon him. "If the story is accepted, and I’m certain it will be,” Brent assured him. "I ll let you see a copy of it before it is published.” "That’s fine,” Bruite said with genuine relief. "When can I expect it?” "Soon.” Brent promised, "unless it is turned down. In the event that you do not receive a copy you will know what happened. So long, and thanks very much.” Brent left, congratulating himself upon his success. So far Nellins story had been verified. "A damned good thing I'took care 'to make myself hard to recognize |if that babbling Bruite should see me again," he told himself, thinking of his careless, rainy day attire ! and the foresight that had prompted | him to leave his car out of sight , from the drugstore. It would be rather difficult, he I fancied, for any one to see the | slouchy newspaper man in the well--1 dressed Leonard Brent who looked ! for all the world a bona fide man-jabout-town. After only one meetI ing. at any rate. He drove back to New York with Ia feeling of immense satisfaction. I His work pleased him well. A few \ more questions put to Charles Nellin. |an interest in the old ruin that would lead to finding a place for ; lum where he would be out of the j wav—"and the rest will be easy.” ; Brent gloated. At his hotel he found a message | from Carmel and he telephoned her |to say briefly that he could not i accept her dinner invitation. Car- ; mel hung up in a rage. She knew that Brent was breaking I off with her. but she was not so desperately in love with him that | she let herself be driven to reckI less measures to hold him. nee BRENT smiled and called up Helen immediately. This he did but rarely. It delighted the girl, whose voice came to him throbbing with her stirred-up emotions while she asked when he was coming up to school again. Brent replied that it would be soon, and showed an eagerness on his own account to see her that Helen found a trifle puzzling but exceedingly thrilling. Brent cautioned himself not to show too suc&eg a c&a&ge toward

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I her and cut short their conversai tion while Helen was still hoping ; that it had only begun. Then he went to look for Charles Nellin at the cheap little coffee ; house on the side street. He en- ! tcred the pla<;e with the conviction that he would find his man. But he j looked around in vain. Finally the I waiter who had served him the night before saw him near the door and came quickly over to him. "Are you looking for the old fellow. sir?” he asked. Brent nodded. "Has he been about this evening?” he inquired. "No, sir, he hasn’t. He didn’t come back.” Brent frowned. "I might have expected it.” he said lightly. "People who need help have generally made themselves so by being impossible to help,” he generalized loftily. "But you don't happen to know what's become of him?” he added more definitely. "I can't say, sir. But I don't think it would be far wrong to look for 'im in the nearest flop house, seem’ as how he had money for a bed.” “Thank you.” Brent returned briefly and handed over a goodly tip. "Do you, by any chance, know where the nearest flop house is located?” he asked. The waiter permitted himself a grin. "Sure I do, sir,” he replied. "Down the street to the next corner east and then to the right three door. Hope you find 'em. sir. He looked like a guy who'd seen better days. Thank you sir.” Brent followed the directions given him and in a few minutes reached the cheap lodging house. His inquiries there were fruitless until he asked for the manager. That philanthropic gentleman told him in a few words what had be- | come of Nellin. "We had a guy here last night ! that answers the description of the man you're lookin’ for.” he said, "but the name was Owens.” "Does he come here often?” Brent inquired. “He did,” the other replied, “but le won't come again.” (To Be Continued) ANTI-VOLSTEAD BODY IS ORGANIZING HERE Indianapolis Men Sought by Letters to Join Committee. Efforts to organize a voluntary committee to aid the Association Against the Prohibition Amendment j were disclosed today with the receipt of letters from the association. Several Indianapolis men have j been asked to join. The Indianapolis organization will be a part of the “complete intensive organization work in every part of j the country,” the letters stated. 1 George Ade. author, of Brook. Ind. is a member of the board of direc- ; tors.

TARZAN OF THE APES

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