Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 120, Indianapolis, Marion County, 28 September 1929 — Page 11

SEPT. 28,1922.

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THIS HAS HAPPENED HELEN PAGE hoDeiesslv In love with her handsome guardian. LEONARD BRENT, who exacts obedience to his * lsh ' s ' CHARLES NEXLIN. *who Vlfs"* SKSfc BrVnt to change us euardlan that ha promised to reveM ne Efe, w *.rrK. sK £CI 2r CUNNINGHAM. Brent tnwoducW bVr %Cunnin K ham Krandrlaurhter and offers a „ f P EVANGF.LINE CTNNINOUaV which r father, who rives h* r * accidental- ' EVA ENNTS. who has to be {Le h n‘ys; devoted to p riinnineham rives* rt ” hl ® nd dead wear her relniev them' ‘whti’e clothes F3SSa-&sr*i'- , her NOW GO ON WITH THE STORT

CHAPTER XXIII “T OSTNO her locket?" Helen reI , plated. ‘‘Here sit Brumble* wood?*’ "It must have been on the way home.” Eva replied. "I didn’t miss It until I was undressing.” "But my dear, why didn't you tell me so we could make a search lor It?” "Oh, T did look for It the next day. Ashe helped me and we searched everywhere. I’m sure 1 didn’t lose it here.” "Well, of course. If one of the guests had found it it would have been restored to you.” Helen admitted. "but you might have lost it on the lawn.” “I thought of that and we went over every foot of it. The grass was very short. It wouldn't have been hard to find it there. Anyway. Ashe said if we overlooked it the gardener would find It when he cut the grass again.” "Did you tell him about, it? The gardener. I mean?” "Yes. He promised to look out for it. I told him I’d give him a reward.” "Is it a valuable locket?” “Well. It has a stone that mother says is only a brilliant, but she prized it very highly. I don’t know why.”" "I'm awfully sorry.” Helen declared. "because I asked you to wear old-fashioned things. "Don’t be silly.” Eva rejoined. m "l shouldn't have worn it if I’d known how much mother thought of it.” "I wish you had told me about it. I could have questioned the servants.” m m m THEY were at the western veranda now and just before running up the steps Helen turned and saw Brent close behind th >ir. She waited for him to join the n before going into the house. "Please go up and tell my grandfather that I’ll be there in ten minutes.” she asked him. “He'd be shocked if I walked in with these wet things on.” She went on. without stopping to give him ore of her customary smiles. Brent understood. Her mind was filled with Bdb Ennis. It could not have been ah easy feat to extricate her from her submerges position. Such an act would command the admiration of any girl. And Brent had to admit that Bob had played the role of hero with becoming modesty. “A damned handsome young brute, too.” he conceded. He was wise enough to face any fact or possibility. He made his *ny up to Mr. Cunningham's room deep in thought. “■hie girls had a little trouble,” he explained to the highly nervous man who awaited him there. “Canoe upset Helen is changing her clothes now.” •* "She wasn't hurt?” The voice in which Mr. Cunningham put his question shook with alarm and Brent saw that his face was dead white. Apparently he could but poorly withstand excitement and suspense. Brent reflected. "Oh, no. not at all." he hastened to say. "She will be here In a few minutes. v Mr. Cunningham relaxed in a way that showed the observant watcher how weak he was. Brent said nothing more and presently Mr.

Cunningham lifted his head to ask about Eva. "Quite all right.” Brent said indifferently. His mind was engaged with a thought that held no place for Eva Ennis. The danger that Helen might awaken to knowledge of her birthright—the love of youth for youth—was greatly disturbing him. And when Brent was disturbed he immediately began planning some way in which to rid himself of the cause of his disturbance. He foresaw that he must win Helen soon or lose her. She would not forever turn back to him from something that in time must prove stronger than her infatuation for him. Not many times more would he be able to hold her with his romantic love making. Almost unconsciously he was staring at Mr. Cunningham, who had summoned his man Marks from an adjoining room to help him to bed. with an evilly contemplative thought in his mind. "If the old fool would get on with his dying,” he remarked to himself, "I’d have no trouble.” "If” . . . Brent narrowed his eye.lids and into his eyes came a calculating gleam. He turned away and lighted a cigaret, which he allowed to go out after a puff or two. mum HE was absorbed in his thoughts when Helen came Into the room. "I’ll wait for you downstairs,” he said to her in an undertone as she stood by while Marks bent over Mr. Cunningham, holding a glass to his lips. "Don’t be long, please I must return to New York shortly.” If he expected Helen to protest his going, he was disappointed. ”Do you have to go?” she said more dreamily than wistfully. "Yes. please come down. I must see you.” Helen nodded and left him to go to her grandfather’s side. Brent walked out with thinly compressed lips. Several times while he waited in the library on the first floor he glanced impatiently at his watch. He would have to leave soon or have a scene when he reached New York. He thought of the possibility with extreme distaste. But Carmel had insisted upon the engagement. Brent was aware that things had not been going well with her. "And she’s going to try to fasten herself upon me,” he told himself with perfect insight into her character. .

Helen put an end to his cogitations by coming in to tell him that she was worried about her grandfather. “He seems to be much worse,” she said “You know he can’t stand the leas* bit of excitement any more. The doctor has warned us against it.” “Don’t worry,” Brent told her, forcing himself to speak gently. “You look frightened, poor child.” Suddenly Helen pressed a hand to her quivering lips to suppress a sob. “He didn’t want to let me go Just to come down here.” she said when she had recovered herself sufficiently to speak. “I think he really loves me.” “Os course he does.” “He even begged me to stay of! the lake.” “That’s childish, but you must humor him. dear. I’m afraid it won’t be for long.” “I’m afraid not,” Helen agreed, "and he seems to be clinging to me." mum BRENT thought little of the words at the time, but on the drive back to New York he gave them a great deal of consideration. They held a significance that obliterated all thought of Carmel Segro from his mind until he reached his hotel. She was waiting there to dine with him. And Brent saw at once that she had got herself up to dazzle him. “Nothing doing, my fair charmer.” he smiled to himself. But he dared not be blunt Carmel held too much of his past ir her memory. Carmel weighed his attitude with clairvoyant accuracy. And imme-

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diately she decided not to make a fuss about his tardiness. She was much too clever to irritate when.she held the whip hand, knowthat men as well as worms will turn All she wanted of Brent was money. That, she felt, would not be difficult to obtain. With this consideration in her mind she set herself to make the evening enjoyable. But Brent was not in a mood to enjoy himself. Carmel grew weary of trying to entertain him and told him flatly that she wanted a check "How much?” Brent asked laconically. "A thousand will do. darling.” "It will,’’ Brent said tartly, "and so will five hundred.” Carmel shrugged. "Will you dine with me next Sunday?” she smiled. Brent gave her a level look. “You never heard of a dead goose laying an egg. Carmel,” he said quietly. “Be yourself, old girl.” "Myself bows to your superior wisdom,” Carmel returned. "But don’t be stingy, dear. I know just what kind of a goose you are, remember.” Brent signaled for the waiter and asked for his bill. While he waited for it he took out his check book and wrote a check for Carmel. She accepted it with a gracious smile. "You may take me directly home.” she pleased him by saying when they got into his car. He had been afraid she would suggest a drive, and he wanted to be let alone to give his attention to his own affairs. Long into the night he thought of Helen and the millions he had schemed for her to inherit. He did not mean to lose them now. But they were slipping away from him. He knew it. when he recalled that scene beside the lake. At that moment he had been an interloper between Helen and Bob Emrs. “There’s onlv one answer,” he said to himself at last; "just one thing to do.” In the darkness his face was ugly in its reflection of his terrible decision. but up in the old mansion of the Cunninghams a girl was remembering him as ideally tender. (To Be Continued) PARKING RIDDLE SOLVED Bv Sri rt) re Scarier EAST PITTSBURGH. Pa., Sept. 28.—An automobile dumbwaiter is the newest suggestion for solving the parking problem. As demonstrated by WestinghOuse engineers today, the car is driven onto a platform, a button is pressed, and the car is whisked up out of sight. An empty platform appears for the next car. When the owner wishes to retrieve his car, he presses the proper button. and the car immediately Is delivered to him at ground level, ready to be driven away. Occupying as much space as a small double garage, the new machine can be built in any capacity desired, it was stated, and installed in old or new buildings.

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Tarzan came to with a start. He looked toward Clayton, the man who had Tarzan’s title and estates. He was going to marry the woman Tarzan loved. One word from Tarzan would take them all from him . . . AND JANE! Tarzan made his decision, made his noble act of self-renunciation.

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