Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 111, Indianapolis, Marion County, 18 September 1929 — Page 12

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THIS HAS HAPPENKH HELEN PAGE feels unhappy when her classmates accuse her of being In love with her handsome guardian. LEONARD BRENT. But he represents all that she knows of home and family even though he refuses to clear up the mystery of her birth until after her graduation. However, a chance meeting with a dying beggar, CHARLES OWENS NELI.IN. causes Brent to change all his plans regarding Helen's future. On being graduated. Helen reminds her guardian of nls promise to tel! her about her parents, and Is amazed when he informs her that she is heiress of a millionaire. CYRIL K. CUNNINGHAM, and that he promised her parents to take her to her grandfather when she was 18 Brent takes her to Yonkers and Introduces her to Cunningham as his granddaughter. He tells the story and offers as proof the locket containing a picture of EVANGELINE CUNNINGHAM NELLIN which he had taken from the dying beggar. Cunningham and his lawyer request that Helen remain at Brambiewood until an Investigation is made. Brent favors this, but the girl objects, resenting the fact that she Is under suspicion. Brent makes her stay and the old man tries to win her love bv a gift. NO GO ON WITH THF. STORY CHAPTER XIV HELEN lifted her face from Mr CunninghafTHs shoulder and he was happy to see that she was not so depressed that she had no curiosity. “I’m sure you're going to like it," he went on, meaning the surprise he had spoken of. “What is it?" Helen asked.'dabbing a tear away from her lashes and giving him the softest smile he yet had seen on her lovely young countenance. “Wait and see.” he told her. “And would you mind ringing for Marks? Helen was constrained to curb her Curiosity and do as her grandfather asked. Whem the servant appeared the old man gave him a pre-arranged signal and dismissed him. Helen’s curiosity grew apace, but Mr. Cunningham was not yet ready to satisfy it. “Sit here." he said, patting the arm of his chair, “and cry if you want to.” Helen shook her head. “Tears dc?fc't help.” she told him. “Then you're really unhappy?” “Well I . . . I . . . oh. I was going to have such a wonderful time! I'd planned it for year. Traveling with Leonard. It got so dull at school sometimes. You see. I've never been any place and . . “Listen.” Mr. Cunningham broke In. He bent his head in an attentive attitude and Helen followed suit. She heard a car in the driveway. a soft sound that barely came up through the open Windows. “Go and see who it is." he told her and she flew swiftly to see if Leonard had returned. n u u HER disappointment was instant This was a car she never had seen before. “I don't know who it is.” She turned back t oher grandfather. “H'm. what kind of a car is it?" “I don't know, but it's a beauty," Helen admitted. “Well. well. I wonder why we haven't thought of having a car fer you. You would like one. wouldn’t you?" “I'd love it," Helen exclaimed, thinking how fascinating it would be if she could drW? about the country and break the monotony of living at Brambiewood. In the garage at present there was nothing but. a station car for the use of the servants. Helen understood that her grandfather had not used a car In years. “Can you drive?” he asked her. “Os course. Leonard ta’ight me." “But he didn’t buy you a car. eh?” “No. Miss Spann would not permit It.” Quite unaware. Helen had given a satisfactory answer, allaying a doubt about Brent —a doubt of his financial position. For the information that Mr. Greaves thus far had been able to obtain concerning him was meagre indeed. They had learned only that he lived in an expensive hotel and appeared to be well supllied with funds. And they preferred not to question him until they had followed up his story. “I see.” Mr. Cunningham said slowly. "Well, who is in the car?" “A young man got out of it.” Helen told him. "and went to the door. I can't see him now.” * "Probably he's been admitted. Have you any idea who is could be?” Helen shook her head, but Mr. Cunningham was looking at the <loor.

In a few seconds it bpened and Marks came in. “Miss Brent’s car is at the door, sir.” he said crisply. ‘The man who brought it is waiting downstairs.” “Send him up,” Mr. Cunningham directed, and turned to Helen. She was back at the window, looking down and gasping with delight. Presently she turned back to him and he saw that she was flushed and happy. “No deep trouble there,” he reflected with great relief. ‘How kind of you!” Helen cried, coming to throw her arms about his neck and hug him joyously. “Tush. tush, my dear. Be careful. Someone is coming. You mustn't compromise an old man,” he chuckled. “Remember that no one knows you are not Miss Brent.” “How many names I seem to have.” Helen murmured. “I wonder what it will be Anally?” nan MR. CUNNINGHAM did not answer. for the agency man was admitted just then. Mr. Cunningham thanked him for bringing the car and asked him if he cqpld take Helen out in it at once. “She says she can drive,” he teased, “but I'm afraid she might mistake the clouds for a hill top.” The young man grinned. “That car ought to go to any one's head, Mr. Cunningham,” he answered proudly. “Well, see that she keeps it on the road.” the older man directed. “And do return soon,” he added to Helen. She kissed him again, with gratitude and some real affection, then hurried away to get a hat, although what she wanted with it the young man wondered, because she didn’t put it on her head and some time during the drive it got lost. The car meant anew life for Helen. She drove it early and late, finding new roads, expending herself in swift action, flying away from her thoughts. When, now. she thought of Brent and his charming women friends, she stepped on the gas and flew over the road like mad. It gave her a wild, eerie satisfaction. But one day it brought trouble. She was near home, going along at a moderate pace down a winding hill when the thought that she was burning up her emotions like so much waste came to her with a clarity that made her resentful. She had closed her eyes for an instant. The car hugged the road, but Helen had forgotten that she was descending a hill. Her foot pressed the accelerator and the car shot forward like a startled deer. Even then, but for the fact that these things happen, no harm would have been done, for she had the car under control. But a girl chose that instant to step from a path along the road directly in front of the car.. Her scream and Helen's were simultaneous. Helen's strong young hands cemented themselves to the wheel in a quick, firm grip. The athletically trained muscles of her forearms stood up like a boy's under her soft skin. The car whipped aside like a drunken rowdy, climbed a bank and tore through a wire fence before it came to a ston. For an instant Helen was seized with a vertigo that made her feel faint and ill. Had there been no one else to consider she w r ould probably have lost consciousness, but her mind retained the fleeting vision of a body being hurled aside from impact with her car's fender and this vision sent her rumbling back to the scene, white and shaking with dread. ana THE girl she had struck lay motionless at the side of the road. The pitiful sighL, tore at Helen's heart. She gathered the crumpled young body into her arms, sobbing out her horror. The girl stirred and Helen grasped at the hope that she was not dead. She put her down again very gently out of the way of any car that might pass and ran up to her own car. A prayer of thankfulness escaped her lips when she got the motor started and managed to back down on the road. It required the utmost of her strength to get the injured

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girl into it, where she lay white and still in a lifeless attitude that frightened Helen to the verge of hysterics. The drive that followed was a nightmare to the girl at the wheel. She controlled the car automatically, gripping the gear shift lever as though her hand were frozen to it and not daring to let herself glance at the figure beside her. When she came into Yonkers she was half paralyzed with the tenseness of the situation. “I never can get to the hospital,” she wailed silently. “I can’t! I can’t!’’ People in cars that passed her looked at her curiously, but she hailed no one until she was compelled to stop for traffig where an officer was on duty. She motioned to him when he looked at her and he saw her slump the next instant as though she were fainting. But when he reached the side of the car she was fully conscious. “There's been an accident.” she gasped. “Please help me get this girl to the hospital. I can't drive any farther!” Her breath died in a choking sob and her head dropped on the arm she flung over the wheel. The officer took one look at the girl who had been hurt, and whirled to commandeer a driver... He blew his whistle to stop a taxicab that was passing and called to the chauffeur to pull up to the curb. The man had a bad moment of wondering what traffic law he had violated, but the officer hurried over and eased his mind in short order. “Get that injured girl out of that car over there and take her to the hospital without delay,” he directed. "The Good Shepherd. And leave your number.” He turned back to Helen, grimly taking stock of her damaged car. (To Be Continued) BATTLE’ HUGE OIL FIRE Blaze Rages Despite Work of Emergency Crews. By United Pregg HULL, England, Sept. 18.—Fire which broke out in a tank of the Anglo-American Oil Company Tuesday following a terrific explosion, continued to rage today, in spite of emergency fire crews, rushed here from London. The tank contained 350,000 gallons of kerosene. The flames soon reached another tank containing 500.000 gallons of gasoline, and millions of gallons of water were used to prevent the fire exploding that tank. . . . MacDonald Visits King George By United Prize LONDON,' Sept. 18.—Prime Minister J. Ramsay MacDonald and his daughter Ishbel departed for Sandringham today for a visit to King George, who is recuperating at the royal estate from his long illness.

TARZAN OF THE APES

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To be left alone in the jungle, a prey of solitude and hopelessness! Brave man that he, D’Arnot was frightened. He closed the cabin door. . . . Far to the east Tarzan was speeding back to his tribe. . . . But he couldn't escape his thought. He should not have deserted one of his people.

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