Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 112, Indianapolis, Marion County, 19 September 1929 — Page 16

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THIS HAS HAPPENED HF.LEN PAGE If els unhappy when lrr r’a: mates accuse her of heillg .n ),.■>• iuth her handsome auardlan. LEONARD BRENT But hr represeuts all thatsue know? of home and family and he adores him blindly. A chance meeting with a dying begC-. i CHARLES OWENS NELL IN, causes p.-r'v to change all his plans regarding Hriei future Before the man dies. Breni secures facts and evidence which he js able to corroborate to some extent bv a visit to Yonkers. , . On being graduated. Helen reminds her cuardian of his promtee to tell her about her parents, and is amazed when hr informs her that she is he Hess of a millionaire. CYRIL K. CUNNINGHAM, and that he promised her parents to t:>ke her to her grandfather when she , 18 Brent takes her to Yonkers tuirl introduces her to Cunningham as hi granddaughter. He tells the story <1 ufTer as proof the locket containirc. a picture of EVANGELINE CUNMN*.HAM which he had taken, from the civing Neliin. . , . Cunningham and his lawyer request that Helen remain at Eramblewood until an investigation is made. Helen re- ■' ii':. being under suspicion until the old •n; r. gains her favor by the gift of a br.i.itiful new car The girl drives evervwhere alone and one day accidentally ;■ rit.es a■, onng woman who has to be taken to a hospital. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XV " W HAT’D you hit?" W The traffic officer rapped out the question abruptly when he again reached Helen's car. "Any one hurt besides that girl?” "No.” Helen said faintly. ‘‘l ran up a bank and broke through a ience." Helen fumbled in her bag and got out the slip of paper. The officer examined it and made a note of the number of the license plates on her car. He asked a few more questions and Helen answered them as accurately as she could in her overwrought condition. Suddenly, while he jotted down some answer she had given him, she burst out with an appeal to be allowed to go on to the hospital. “We’ll be takin’ a trip to the station first,” he replied curtly. But I want to do something for that girl!" Helen protested. "Plenty of time for that,” he told her and stepped on the running board. "Can you drive all right?” Helen nodded and started the motor. • Its only a few blocks." the officer said, softening a trifle over her courageous effort to face the music without whimpering. Helen went through the next half an hour in a daze. Questions, questions. questions. They wearied her. Her mind was with the girl she had hurt. Where was she now? On the operating table? Dead? a a a ‘••qLEASE." she begged at last, 1 without answering the latest question put to her. "call up the hospital and find out how r she is.” "We'll have to do that.” the sergeant at the desk informed her, "before we can decide what to do about you. By your own admission. Miss Brent, you arc guilty of reckless driving." "Then please do it at once, Helen entreated. A few minutes later she breathed more freely. Word had come back from the hospital that the injured girl was not fatally hurt. ‘ Let me go to see her.” Helen pleaded. Tins ;ime she was not refused, though an officer was sent to accompany her, lest she be unable to drive safely. At The hospital they were admitted into a ward where the girl, whose name they were told was Eva Ennis, lay unconscious upon a narrow cot. Helen felt remorse as painful as a blow struck at her heart when she beheld that white drawn face again. It seemed so small and pitiful—like a suffering child's—and the brown hair lay in a babyish way on the pallid forehead that added to trie impression of youthfulness. Helen’s eyes sought the nurse's glance in mute appeal. • She regained consciousness for a few minutes.” the nurse told her. "Is she badly hurt?" "We can not know until Dr. Parklev arrives. There are no broken bones. Our examination found no external injuries except a few bruises." Helen tore her gaze away from the girl's face and looked abourvher. Haven't you a private roomy she asked. \

“There w r ill be one available at 4 o'clock." “I’d like to engage it," Helen said, “for Miss Ennis.” “You can make arrangements for it with Miss Sibley at the desk in the reception room." the nurse told her. Helen hurried away to see about it And when Dr. Parkley had finished re-examining the patient Eva was moved into one of the best rooms in the hospital. She was conscious now. though bewildered with her surroundings. She hadn’t yet fully grasped the fact that she'd been hit and brought to a hospital. She moaned feebly and called for her mother. Her helplessness wTung scalding hot tears from Helen’s eyes when they wheeled her into the private room and put her on the bed. a a a HELEN had waited there in an agony of suspense to hear Dr. Parkley's verdict. She had received it as soon as possible but there had been a period in which she felt forgotten. Shat feeling was swept away when the verdict came. It was favorable and Helen was relieved of the greatest fear she’d ever known — the fear of having caused the death of aiuther human being. She was eager to show her relief and gratitude to a kind fate, in every way she could. She engaged two private nurses for Eva and instructed that no expense be spared to assure her comfort. The hospital authorities called up Bramblewood at Helen’s request and received Mr. Cunningham’s approval of what Helen had done. He asked to speak with Helen and she told him briefly what had happened. "You're quite right, my dear, to do everything you can for the unfortunate girl.” her grandfather assured her. “I had to have your authorization for the expenses.” Helen explained. “because I haven't any credit here.” She tried to laugh, but her grandfather understood by the catch in her voice that she was highly unstrung. "I have established your credit," he said hastily. “Oh. but I’ll repay you,” Helen promised, “Leonard . . “Never mind Brent.” Mr. Cunningham snapped. “Are you able to drive home or shall I send for you?" “I'm all right." Helen assured him, “but I won’t be home just yet. I’m going to Miss Ennis' mother and tell her what has happened.” “Nonsense; we will send someone else." “No, no." Helen objected. “I must go myself.” “Very well, but I shall worry until you return." Helen left the telephone to go back and sit beside Eva s bed until the girl was able to talk rationally to her. Her eyes searched the painswept face unceasingly for signs of an end to the girl’s suffering. Her presence puzzled Eva until Helen, reaching out and placing a hand lightly on one of hers, said with a real anguish of remorse, “I hurt you. you know. And I’ll be sorry all my life.” Eva essayed to smile. “I’m afraid you can’t go home for a while yefi" Helen hurried on; “hut I'm going to fetch your mother if you will tell me where you live.” Eva's eyes filled with grateful tears. She forgot that Helen had caused her trouble. She wanted the comforting arms of her mother. She gave Helen the address and Helen promised to be back as soon as possible. a a a BRENT did not accompany Helen in her thoughts on the drive to the Ennis house. She resolutely put him aside to face the realization of having brought harm to an innocent person because of her indulgence of selfish feelings. Her sense of guilt made her specially considerate when she was admitted by Mrs. Ennis into an oldfashioned house. Helen was instantly impressed with the pleasant matronliness of Eva’s mother. And with the odor

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of spicy cooking that permeated the house. “How am I going to tell her?” Hleen asked herself in suddenly deepening reluctance to break her news. “My name is Helen . . . Brent,” she said when Mrs. Ennis moved forward a chair for her. “I have come on an unhappy errand.” Mrs. Ennis looked worried “You sit down.’* Helen said impulsively, motioning to the chair that was offered her. Mrs. Ennis mechanically seated herself, feeling a premonition of trouble. “What is it?” she said quaveringly. “It’s about your daughter,” Helen answered gently. “Eva!” Mrs. Ennis cried; "what has happened to her? Oh, tell me, tell me!*’ Helen, could not stop to think of a way to soften the blow in the face of the mother’s suspense. “She’s met with an accident,” she said slowly, “she isn’t badly hurt, but she wants you.” “Where is she? Take me to her!” “She’s in the Good Shepherd hospital,” Helen replied. “I’ll take you there at once, in my car.” “I’ll get my things,” Mrs. Ennis cried, turning toward the door to the hali. Just as she reached it Helen heard the front door open and close again, and Mrs. Ennis cry; “Bob! Bob! Eva’s been hurt!” “Mom!” It was a heartfelt protest, and it came straight to Helen and clawed at her conscience like a demon. Site saw the mother go into a pair of masculine arms and cling there for a moment, sobbing uncontrollably. "Tell me about it," she heard the man called Bob say. “I don’t know how it happened; I'm going to the hospital. There’s a young lady in the sitting room who came for me. You’ll go with us. too?” Helen saw Mrs. Ennis release herself and hurry up the stairs. A moment later she was facing Bob. He came across the room and stood quite close to her. “What happened,” he said quietly, tensely ‘to my sister?” (To Be Continu'd) INSTITUTION INSPECTED Officials on Quarterly Visit at Marion Sanatorium. Bn Times Special MARION. Ind.. Sept. 19.—The governing board of managers, National Home for Disabled Volunteer Soldiers, headed by General George H. Wood, has completed its quarterly inspection of the Marion National sanatorium. The report of the inspection was not made public. The $375,000 addition to the Marion unit, now under construction. which w T ill provide 216 more beds, was included in the inspection. The new unit will be completed early in November.

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Tarzan, followed by d'Arnot, struck across the field, his head held high, the tropical sun beating on his smooth brown skin. It proved to be a French mission. They were welcomed, remaining until black women made them clothes to continue their journey. Thus came Tarzan of the Apes to the fits* outpost of civilization.

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