Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 136, Indianapolis, Marion County, 17 October 1929 — Page 18

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THIS HAS HAPPENED HELEN PAGE feels Indebted to and in love with her guardian. LEONARD BRENT. The latter changes his plans for her future after meeting a dying beggar, NELLIN and tells the girl she i$ heiress of a millionaire named CUNNINGHAM. Brent takes her to the lonely old man and offers proofs which Cunningham accepts, as he had been searching for his dead daughter's child for years. Among Helen's new friends are EVA ENNIS and her brother ROBERT. Brent fears Helen may fall in love with Bob and plots to win her quickly, especially after finding another locket like the one he had taken from Nellin to prove Helen the heiress. Hearing that a sudden shock would kill Cunningham. Brent slyly administers the shock, and the servants find the old man dead in bed. Then, bv clever acting and appeal to her loyalty. Brent wins Helen's promise to marry him. Later, she and Bob discover their love for each other .but she tells him she is engaged. Helen tries to break with Brent, but he refuses to release her and makes threats against her happiness if She dares to marry Bob. Eva knows Helen Is unhappy, but regents her treatment of Boh which has driven him to flirting with BHALLIMAR MORRIS. She scolds Bob and he laughs at her, saying that Helen is engaged to Brent. Eva collapses and admits that Brent has been making love to her secretly. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXXVIII (Continued) "No, he is here, where she can see him. She was going to see him and ask him to let her marry me. Let her marry me!" Bob repeated the words with heat. "But it isn’t Leonard. I know It isn’t,” Eva wailed. "But if it were?” Bob insisted. "Oh. I don't know! I don’t know!” Bob set his lips in grim determination. "Get out now,” he said quietly; “I want to dress.” "What are you going to do?” Eva asked, half wild with fear. "I am going to see Helen.” CHAPTER XXXIX MRS. WETHERING opened the door to Eob and her voice was decidedly cold when she said she would see if Miss Nellin would receive him. Why Helen ever wanted to be friends with people who had no conception of the proper time for calling was more than she could understand. Bob was aware of her disapproval, but it did not worry him. Would Helen be up? That was all he cared about—that and what he had to say to her. Mrs. Wethering was surprised to find Helen dressed and on the verge of descending for breakfast. When she heard that Mr. Ennis was asking to see her, she whirled from the dressing table, where she was putting at last golden pin into her hair, and stared blankly at the woman who had announced him. "What dees he want?” she said finally, and stupidly, she realized the next second. “Why, 1...” Mrs. Wethering was about to say, bluntly* enough, that she was sure she did not know but Helen stopped her. "Never mind,” the girl said hastily. “Tell him I will see him immediately." Although she was ready to go down, she stayed a wh-le in her room to regain her composure. Whatever could it mean, this early visit from Bob? Her reflec.ion, as she patted a bit of rouge onto her pale cheeks, gave her no answer. Could it concern Eva? She’d been troubled ever sin:e she awoke and found Eva gone. Had she, she wondered, done anything to offend her? It was with more than a little trepidation that she went down at last to find Bob waiting for her in the lower hall. “Have you breakfasted?” she asked him so clcsely on top of the most cheerful "good morn-ng” she could achieve that he answered in the negative before he’d time to think of anything else to S3y. “Then do c ci in with me and have a bite.” she urged, moving at the same time in the direction of the morning room where her breakfast was served. a a a 808 felt averse to calling after her that he could not stay. He followed, but when Helen motioned him to the seat that was meant for Shallimar—should she choose to come down, as she rarely did—he , stood beside it and shook his head, j Helen seated herself, certain now that he was about to disclose something of an unpleasant nature. The frcwn that creased his brow was

forbidding, and gloom sat his countenance like a black rider on a dark steed. "Please sit down,” she begged. “I’ll not ring for anything until you tell me what you have come to say. I can see that it is important.” “It is most important,” Bob answered quietly, "to my sister.” "Oh! Eva!” Helen cried. "Has anything happened to her?” “That,” Bob replied, “is partly for you to say.” "Don’t talk in riddles,” Helen exclaimed; "tell me!” Her gaze fixed on Bob’s and he held it unswervingly while he hesitated over his choice of words for what he was going to say to her. Finally he started off with a request. “I should like,” he said, “to ask you one thing. Your answer will determine whether I can tell you more about Eva.” Helen caught her breath, nodded her head and continued to stare at him, as one fascinated against her i will I Bob’s throat felt dry as he started :to speak. He swallowed and opened his lips again. The words came hoarsely and slowly. "Were you ever engaged to marry Mr Brent?” Helen did not answer at once. Rather her lips did not, but her eyes told Bob that he had not been , wrong. She was trying to think, to find a connection between Bob’s question and Eva. How could it concern his sister that she had been Leonard's betrothed? Finding no answer, but fearful that a shocking one would bo ferth--1 coming, and seeking no way to evade it. she inclined her head in the most reluctant affirmative that had ever been wrung from her. "The rat!” The words, as Bob uttered them, sounded like an explosion. Helen was so startled she dropped the glass of water she had reached for, spilling its contents over the breakfast cloth. Bob turned on his heel to go, but Helen called after him as she jumped up to follow. He hesitated and she caught his arm, digging her nails deep into the rough tweed of his coat sleeve. "You mustn’t go without telling me what all this has to do with Eva,” she pleaded. "Can't you guess?” he said shortly. "Oh, no, no, tell me!” "Brent has been deceiving you. j You and Eva both,” Bob replied, cruelly abrupt, but too miserable 1 even to want to find a way to soften the blow. aan HELEN cried out and swayed away from him. Bob reached 1 forth his arms to support her, but | she thrust his hands off and stead- ; ; :ed herself without help. “It can’t be true,” she said weak- ■ ly. "Surely Eva must have known I "Did you ever tell her?” Bob* interjected. Helen shook her head. "No ” she said; I don’t think I did. But- it’s inconceivable that Leonard should have lied to her—to a girl like Eva.” "Just the type he would lie to,” Bob declared. "The kid’s all broken up. I’ve seen it for weeks, but I didn’t know just what it was.” "I must have been blind,” Helen said, as though she admitted being guilty of a great crime. "I’ve seen them together and . . . there was nothing. Are you sure. Bob?” His name slipped off her lips sa naturally she was not aware of having spoken it. But it made an infinite appeal to Bob, uttered as if it was in acute distress. "Yes. I’m quite sure,” he said more gently than he had yet spoken to her. Helen’s voice broke a trifle over her next question. "Was he engaged to her, too?” she asked. "I suppose so,” Bob admitted. "I haven’t questioned her.” “Wi!l you go and bring her here so I can talk to her?" Helen asked. "I'd rather she didn't come,” Bob answered, struggling against his yearning to comfort this girl who had, directly and indirectly, brought trouble to him and his beloved sisl vou ’ and better drop Eva

—By William*.

i altogether,” he went relentlessly on. [ “You’ve been extremely kind to her, but—it has brought her unhappiness ” Helen cried out in protest. "Her career? Her music? She needs me! Bob was stubborn. “No,’\he said; "if she has a great talent she will reach the top somehow. She can’t help fulfilling her destiny, whatever it may be.” "Oh, don’t talk like an idiot,” Helen exclaimed. “Someone must help her—especially now.” “Well, it won’t be you,” Bob retorted, grimly compressing his lips. "It may take longer, but I can give her all the help she needs.” “You’re selfish and . . . unfair!” Helen told him. , "If I am, it needn’t trouble you,” Bob answered rather childishly. B tt tt “T’MJT it does trouble me,” Helen Lj> fire back at him. "Ever since a’s accident I’ve felt resnonsible for her—in a way. And I’m not going to let you interfere.” "No?” Bob, too, was losing his temper now. “No doubt you’ve got another one of your brainstorms. Perhaps you think it would K splendid of you to try to force that Brent cur to marry Eva?” -"No,” Helen answered, her voice grown suddenly quiet, though her eyes remained stormy. "He isn’t good enough for her.” "So you know that, do you?” Bob’s accents were terrifically unkind, but Helen ignored his sarcasm. "Yes, I know it.” Helen assured him. “I learned it the day after . . . the day after you called me a rotter.” Her head was flung high now and she spoke with a degree of spirit that Bob found unexpected. For a moment their eyes were locked in silent battle. "Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked lamely. "Tell you?” He’en found other words beyond her for some few speechless seconds. * Then she 1 laughed. “You are forgetting Shallimar,; aren’t you?” she asked. “To he ...” Bcb stopped him- 1 self. “She’s a good sport, Helen. But in th s she doesn’t count.” “How gallant of you!” “She would tell you the same, ! ask her.” Helen’s chin went up a notch higher. Some how the movement, and the way she looked just then, filled Bob with a keen des're to make her pay for her haughtiness 1 with a kiss. He did not stop to reason, but 1 instinctively he knew she would be i furious if he took one, and he! wanted her fu' irus, raging, even. ! She'd have to melt into tears at the end of it. and where better could she weep than in his embrace? (To Be Continued)

THE RETURN-OF TARZAN

Through narrow, winding alleyways Tarzan went. Then up a rickety stairs. Behind a lighted window he saw two men talking. One was the suspected French officer, in the act of handing the other some papers. Then he left the room. Silently .Tarzan opened the door as the second fellow turned his face. It was Rokoff, the Russian! ♦

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The villain’s face paled as he saw Tarzan. With a shriek he sprang up. The ape-man leaped upon him, iron fingers choking him into insensibility. The papers proved to be the missing state documents! With them Tarzan hastened to Algiers, en route to Cape Town, learning meanwhile that Rokoff’s accomplice, the traitor, had shot himself.

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