Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 118, Indianapolis, Marion County, 26 September 1929 — Page 12

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IMIS HAS HAPPENED 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 and she adores him hlindlv. Brent changes ail his plans for Helen’s future after a chance meeting with a dying beggar, CHARLES NELLIN, who tells a strange story which Brent Is able to corroborate to some extent by a trip to Yonkers. On graduation. Helen reminds her guardian of nix promise to reveal her parentage and Is amazed when he informs her that she is heiress of a millionaire. CYRIL K. CUNNINGHAM, and that he promised to take her to him when she was 18. Brent introduces her to Cunningham as his granddaughter and offers as proof a locket containing a Picture of EVANGELINE CUNNINGIiam which he had taken from the dying Nellin. Pending Investigation. Helen remains with her grandfather who gives her a new car She drives everywhere until she accidentally hits a girl. EVA ENNIS., who has to be taken to the hospital. Helen meets Eva's brother. ROBERT, who falls in love with her. When Brent hears of Robert, he becomes alarmed and begins to monopolize all her spare time. He also avows his love for the first time. Cunningham gives an old-fashioned partv in honor of Helens' 19th birthday, and Brent finds a locket on the door which proves to be similar to Helen's. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXT OUICKLY Brent sought Helen and begged her to dance with him. “Why are you wearing your mother’s locket?” he asked at once when they were whirling away. Helen was impressed with the seriousness of his tone. ‘ Why. Leo dear,” she said. “Haven't you noticed that all girls are wearing oldfashioned costumes? I’m wearing the locket because it belongs with my dress.’ “But you might lose it,” Brent cautioned her. Helen put up a hand to feel of the locket. “The clasp is Arm,” she said. “It’s the only photograph of your mother that you have, isn’t it?” Brent questioned. “There was one in her room,” Helen replied, “a lovely picture, Leno. She must have been a beautiful girl.” /‘Like you. dear," he smiled at her. “Did you find a picture of your father, too?” he added lightly. “Yes.”. “Seems strange your grandfather permitted it to remain in your mother's possession, doesn’t it?” “I don’ think he touched anything in her rdom after she went away.” “I see. Will you show me the picture? I'd like to see a photograph of Charles.” “It's up in my room; I’ll get it for you later.” “Some other time. Ani, by the way, you didn't discover that other locket your grandfather spoke of, did you?” “No. I'm sure it isn't in mother’s room.” “Well, then. I think you oughtn't to be wearing this one, Helen. I understand you're going to dance on the lawn later. And this party isn’t going to remain old-fashioned. t is I'm any judge of a beginning. Better give me the locket, dear. You would hate to lost it, wouldn’t you?” “It would break my heart.” Helen declared. They danced aside, out of the way of the other couples, and Helen took the chain from her throat. x? a a BRENT put it in his pocket, and breathed a hearty sigh of relief. A* least whoever had lost the other would not think he or she saw Helen wearing it and claim it, and thereby start an investigation- that might lead to exposure of Helen as an impostor. They finished the dance, waltzing to the immortal strains of "Blue Danube.” and Helen went about the duties imposed upon her by her role of hostess. ' The party was a huge success. The girls got their kick out of acting demure and the boys enjoyed themselves wondering what it would be like if the “femmes” should revert in earnest to the manners and customs of former days. After that they waited for the real fun to begin. But Mr. Cunningham prevented it. He' had come down by great physical effort to assist in welcoming the and to hear his house ring once more to the tune of mem- laughter, to watch the pretty flirting of maids aa coy—for the moment—as any he had known, and to dream over the past.

A feeling of having made his peace with the world stole over him as the hour to retire to his room drew near. His strength was failing rapidly, but he had planned a surprise that he wished to announce at the traditional moment and he did not want to make a change. His presence held back the desires of his guests. They could not fling aside the spirit that he had called up for the occasion and be their modern selves while he remained downstairs. No one was so discourteous as to let him suspect that he served as a damper, and when supper time arrived he was convinced that his idea- had brought joy to others as well as to himself. With the assistance of his attendants, Marks, he took his place at the head of the long table in the big dining room and assumed the dignity of host with dignity and ease. Helen was proud of him, proud of the regal distinction that had outlasted his age and illness, proud of his gently aristocratic bearing. And she, as well as the others, was taken wholly by surprise when he got to his feet and told them that he had an important announcement to make. “My dear friends,” he said, with a touch of silver in his voice. “I am grateful for your presence here tonight as the occasion is one that marks a very happy event in my life.” He paused and looked at Helen. a a a SHE tried to smile back at him, but the grip of anticipation held her immovable. What could he be going to say? She knew intuitively that it concerned her, whatever it was. “You were asked.” Mr. Cunningham went on, “to honor Miss Brent on her 19th birthday. It gives me great happiness to present her now, not as Helen Brent, but as my dearly beloved granddaughter, Helen Cunningham Nellin.” There was a silence as tense as a drawn bow. followed by a gasp that ran the table from one guest to another. Everyone turned to her as though expecting her to answer the unspoken questions that rose in their minds. Mr. Cunningham held out a hand and she went to stand beside him. his arm about her shoulders. “My daughter Evangeline's child,” he said simply. As though his words had been a cue to them, his guests broke into an excited but subdued chatter. Mr. Cunningham bent his head and kissed Helen very gently. Her eyes filled suddenly with tears. “Thank you.” she said in a choked whisper. Then she turned her head to look down the table where Brent sat. There was upon his face an expression that she could not gauge, perhaps because he was desperately trying to conceal his elation and keep his expression inscrutable. He had not guessed Mr. Cunningham's decision to accept Helen as his granddaughter and heiress to his fortune. It came to him as a great surprise as it was to her. He did not go to her at once, but her eyes constantly sought his and he knew that she was waiting for him to tell her what this latest development would mean to them. Would he leave her now, go away and forget her. thinking his duty done? Duty! Helen hated the word. She wanted love. And Leno did not love her, she was certain of it. His continued attitude of sorrowful renunciation proved it. And wouldn't he give her up altogether now that he knew her fate was sealed and she must remain with her grandfather? The thought brought anguish to her. a a a SHE as deaf to the remarks of the people who crowded about her, offering their congratulations and felicitations. She scarcely heard Mr. Cunningham's meager explanation of her history. But when Eva came to her and, putting her arms about her. said: “I’m so glad, for your sake.” she wanted to cry out that there was nothing- to be glad about—that her life was being sacrificed. Her self-

—By Williams

I control was leaving her in a panic of fear that she had lost Brent. Just as she might have said something wild she saw Brent coming toward her. He took her hand and pressed it hard. “Courage, my dear,” he said under his breath. Helen barely caught the words but i they steadied her. She smiled at . him and turned away to those who were still gathering around her. As she did so Eva unobtrusively slipped a hand into Brent’s. He gave it a perfunctory squeeze and let it go. Eva was too excited to note his lack of warmth. Her act annoyed Brent excessively and he cursed himself for having been a fool about her. He had slipped but rarely in his life and as he looked at Eva he left a desire to choke her for having been the cause of one of those rare occasions. One word to Helen of his attenj tions to Eva and he knew he might as well cry for the moon as to seek to win her. He seemed to realize ; the folly of his conduct with full ! force now that Helen had become ! the Cunningham heiress. But later in the night he had a comforting reassurance of her feeling for him. The guests were departing—long after Mr. Cunningham had retired —and Helen suggested to Brent that they drive Eva home since she insisted that she could not remain over night. She had to leave early the next morning for a music lesson in the city. “Bob is coming for me,” Eva told them, with an appealing glance at Helen. “Oh,” Helen said indifferently, and then added enthusiastically to Brent: “Suppose we go and drive the sun up, Leno?” (To Be Continued) CROPS HURT BY GGLDWEATHER Corn Fairly Well Matured, Past Further Frosts. Indiana crops were not damaged seriously by the cold weather last week, according to a survey by J. H. Armington, meteorologist today. “Abundant sunshine with praci tically no rainfall, served to lessen rhe harmful effects of the abnormal cold on last growing crops,” the report said. “Damage by frost was irregular and in some places was rather severe on tomatoes, beans, and late potatoes, -while in other ! places very little harm was done, j “The bulk of corn is fairly well i matured and past further frost dan- ! ger and much of the remainder will ; require about ten days of favorable : conditions.”

TARZAN OF THE APES

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Tarzan, saying good-night, asked the professor to recall the burial from the African cabin. “Were all three human skeletons?” Jane's father eyed him narrowly. “No,” he replied. “The smallest one —that found in the crib—was the skeleton of an anthropoid ape!” “Thank you,” said Tarzan quietly. Dawn was breaking.

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