Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 107, Indianapolis, Marion County, 13 September 1929 — Page 32

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THIS HAS HAPPENED HELEN PAGE feels unhappy when the girls at boarding school tease her about posing as Miss Simplicity to please her handsome guardian, LEONARD BRENT, sith whom they accuse her of being in love. And her roommate calls her a fool after they see him at the KHz one dav with another woman. One day Brent spies a gold locket on a beggar who has fallen in an alley. He bends over to taka the locket and hears mumbled words which cause him to try to save the old ma*. He learns ♦ hat the beggar's name is CHARLES OWENS NELLIN; that his wife is dead and that he has hidden a daughter from her wealthy grandfather, CYRIL K. CUNNINGHAM, Os Yonkers. Posing as a newspaper men searching for story material, Brent learns much of value to his plans front the corner store gossip who knows the history of the eccentric millionaire. He goes back and finds Nellin dead, and reflects that Is most fortunate for his purpose that the old man had registered under his second name, “'Owens.” Helen graduates and Brent says that he is now ready to reveal her history and the girl Is amazed when he tells her that she Is the heiress of Cyril K. Cunningham. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY

CHAPTER X niTHY, my dear,” Brent said to W Helen, “I’ve told you what I meant by that. It was only my crazy idea that I could control you through force of habit. I thought if you were used to giving In to me you would more readily consent to marry me.” His voice was thick with emotion, us though he made his confession by force of a tremendous will power. His acting was so clever that Helen censed, as he hoped she would, his feeling of having blundered into a atupidity and his humility over it. She sat very still for a moment, •tirred by the emotion that rose within her own breast, savoring it, delighting in it. But Brent’s silence pressed her for an answer. She moved over closer to him. “Leonard.” she whispered, “it is the most natural thing in the world for me to do as you wish.” Her inference of surrender satisfied Brent. But his plans were too well laid to permit him to follow up the promise in her words. There must be, he conceived, a reluctance to accept her pledge. For it possibly might occur to her Shat his proposal had come upon the eve of her interview with her grandfather. If that interview should lead to • fortune for her, Brent wanted to be above the suspicion of having shown an eagerness to share it with her. “Don’t say that.” he said rather sharply. “You make me feel like a blackguard. I was planning to take advantage of your youth and inexperience, Helen." Helen sat away from him. She teas startled. “I had no right to dominate you,” Brent went on. with enough apology In his voice to imply that his abruptness was called forth by his bad Sonscience. a a a "TT doesn't matter that you wanted X to do it,” Helen sought to appease him. “I’d have turned to no one else but you anyway, Leonard.” "But I don’t want you to feel that way now,” he replied. “I want you to think only of yourself. Helen, and the promise that was made to your mother. “Your life from now on may be far apart from mine. You mustn’t be influenced by me, and what I have done to you.” "You can not change it,” Helen told him. "But your grandfather may.” Brent observed. "You are far too young to make important decisions that will affe*-’ your entire life. I am better informed than you are. my dear, and I know that anything you feel now will change.” Helen smiled with the superiority of youthful assurance. “My grandfather at least will have nothing to do with my decisions.” she said. “I think he will.” Brent told her "You’re a lovely girl, Helen. I’m sure your grand'' ’ er will love you.” "Love me?” Helen repeated. "He couldn’t expect me to return it.” Brent offered no further comment on the subject and gradually they fell to talking of other things. Helen enjoyed the drive to the city, the approach to the heart of it down Riverside drive and the slow progreea tnrough traffic to the hotel whore Brent had engaged a room for her. She was a bit disappointed that ho hod given up the apartment he

had occupied until a few months previous. It had been a charming place, not too mannish for feminine taste. Helen had dreamed of keeping house in it as Brent’s ward until they sailed for Europe or some land even more remote. Brent had let it go as Helen’s graduation neared so that he would be free to sail immediately. That was before his meeting with Charles Nellin. Now he too regretted having given it up, as he hated the bother *of settling again. The home atmosphere, the suggestion of permanence afforded by housekeeping, would better suit his purpose at present, than a hotel. He rather feared to introduce Helen to the excitement and pleasures of living in a metropolitan hotel. It might be too great an influence in turning her mind from settling down with him, he thought. But there was the chance that her grandfather might remain firm against her, and the alemative of following his original plan of filling Carmel’s place in his affairs with Helen. In which case they would soon move on, and there would be many hotels and few apartments. Os Helen’s opposition to her grandfather he took but little count. She was an emotional, sensitive girl. Should the old man appeal to her sympathy and seek her forgiveness for his harshness to her mother, Brent had no doubt Helen would grant both in great measure. a a a AND the best card in his hand, the ace with which he hoped to take the winning trick, was Helen’s present bitterness over the treatment her mother had received. Nothing better could convince Cunningham, Brent reasoned, that Helen was Viot seeking his riches. Brent thought always now of Helen as Evangeline Cunningham’s daughter. Diamond Page and his wife were no longer in his memory. He had discarded them. And Helen had accepted his story as truth. It all fitted in so well with the past. She had grown up with the mystery of her identity—a mystery that fired her with desire to solve it. Now she was eager to do what she must to keep faith with her father’s promise to her mother, and show Leonard how little she cared for her grandfather's wealth. The day following their arrival in New York Brent drove her up to Yonkers and to Bramblewood. It was less dreary-looking than on the occasion Brent first had seen it. To Helen' it was the home of her mother and she looked at it with reverence. They had come unannounced. Brent had not trusted Cyril Cunningham to welcome them. Should they fail of admittance today, he proposed to approach in a different way. But Mr. Cunningham did not refuse to receive them. Their message, brought to him by the butler, was simply that they had important information which they wished to deliver to him in person. For many years Cyril Cunningham had been hoping to receive certain important information. His declining years were torn with a yearning that his stubbornness could not obliterate. Few strangers came to his door, but those who did were welcome. And when Helen and Brent were shown into his private sitting room on the second floor he peered at them from dimming eyes with a feverish intensity. Helen hesitated on-the threshold, fighting to still the agitation that was causing her to tremble nervously. The room seemed to waver slightly and then her glance settled upon the aged man in the invalid's chair that was drawn close to a window. a a a HIS shrunken figure was lost in the folds of a loose dressing gown, but the hands that rested upon the silver head of a heavy cane were evidence, in their frailty, of the mans feeble condition. Helen did not, at that moment, feel pity for him. In spite of the picture he presented of belonging already to another world, she steeled herself to think only of her

—By Williams

mother and the unhappiness she had known in this house. The butler announced them and retired, but Brent noticed that an attendant whom he thought to be a valet or a nurse remained. "Good morning, Mr. Cunningham,” he said, advancing and bowing before the old man. He refrained from extending his hand; a point that did not escape Mr. Cunningham’s notice. Mr. Cunningham nodded and his own hands remained folded upon his cane. “Marks,” he said to Ms attendant, "bring a chair close for Miss . . . Brent, I believe you said?” he finished, addressing himself to Leonard. Brent silently inclined his head, and waited until Helen was seated before speaking again. Mr. Cunningham was offering apologies for being unable to rise to receive her. Helen answered with a faint smile and left the conversation to the two men. Mr. Cunningham waved the servant aside, dismissing him, and turned back to Brent. “Your business is important?” he queried, plainly striving to suppress some inner excitement. “Quite,” Brent replied, and then, without preamble: “It is in regard to your daughter’s child—your granddaughter.” As he speke Brent kept his eyes upon Mr. Cunningham with an intent gaze. He saw him start, saw his hands flutter on the cane head and heard him draw a sharp breath. “My granddaughter!” It was barely a whisper, rather a thought that lived for an instant upon the air. “Yes,” Brent said. "Are you interested?” The light that burned suddenly in. the eyes that Mr. Cunningham lifted to search his own was sufficient answer for Brent. “You may, if you like, meet her,” he said. (To Be Continued) PARLOR CARS WILL BE TRAVELING SOLARIUMS Canadian Railway Passengers to Get Benefit of Sun. Bu Timex Sveritil MONTREAL, Sept. 12.—Giving its passengers the benefit of the latest developments in science with regard to the effectiveness of sunlight, the Canadian National Railways have added to their equipment the newly devised solarium parlor cars. These will go into jservice within a few days on the International Limited, the Montreal-Chicago train, between Chicago and Battle Creek. These cars, built for the system by the Pullman company, are equipped with wide windows of glass of such properties as to allow the rays of the sun to pass through completely. Ordinary glass shuts out much of the health-giving, invisible rays. The solarium car has been used with success by the Canadian National Railways in Canada.

TARZAN OF THE APES

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

It was nearly sunset when they came to the clearing. Tarzan parted the tall jungle grass. There stood the cabin. He turned to leave her. Then she threw her arms about his neck and kissed him, unashamed. “I love you,” she murmured. “I shall wait for you —always.” Ha was gone.

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