Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 141, Indianapolis, Marion County, 23 October 1929 — Page 10

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OUT OUR WAY

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THIS HAS HAPPENED HELEN PAGE thinks she is in love ■with her guardian. LEONARD BRENT, who changes his plans for her future •Iter meeting a dying man named NELLIN. Brent presents the girl to a millionaire. CYRIL CUNNINGHAM, as his heiress and offers proof which the lonely old man accepts without much question Among Helen's new friends are EVA ENNIS arfl her brother ROBERT. Brent finds another locket like the one had taken from Nellln to prove Helen the heiress and plots to get Cunningham out of the way quickly. He slyly administers a shock which proves fatal and the servants find the old man dead in bed. Then Brent wins Helen's promise to marry him. Later she and Bob realize they love •ach other, but she tells him she is engaged She tries to get Brent to release her, but he refuses and makes dire threats if she dares to marry Bob. Eva asks Bob why he is neglecting Helen and flirting with SHALLIMAR MORRIS. When he tells her that Helen is engaged to Brent she collapses after admitting that he had been making love to ner. In a fit of hysteria she tries to take poison, but they prevent ft and teli her what a cad Brent is Helen denounces Brent and he sneeringly tells her she is at his mercy, for she is not the real Cunningham heiress, but the daughter of one of his crook pals, and if she refused to marry him and keep still he will expose her as an Impostor. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XLIII (Continued) “Well, you know that Mr. Cunningham could not find her. And if he could not, how could you? No, it’s hopeless, Helen. She’s probably dead, and if she isn’t, she’s not likely to turn up. There is no reason but a mad infatuation for an obscure fortune seeker why you should wreck your life and make it a hell forever.’’ Helen jumped to her feet. “Oh, please go,” she cried; "and Jet me alone.” “In a moment.” Brent said; “but first there is one thing more.” CHAPTER XLTV HELEN waited in an agony of suspense |o hear what more her tormentor had to say. He kept her waiting while he lighted one of his fat Turkish rigarets. When its tip was glowing brightly, he took more time to look about for an a-<h tray. Helen pointed finally to one near at hand, which he had overlooked purposely. He was enjoying her suffering, paying her off for her previous scorn of him. Moving the tray an inch or two, a quite unnecessary act. he laid the cigaret. upon it and turned to face her again. “What, is it?” Helen pleaded. “Nothing alarming.” he said, with an unexpected soothing quality in his voice. “Just a thought that I dare say hasn't occurred to you. at least not since our interview began." “What is it? Oh pleas*, let us have this over with." “I merely wart to remind you that Cyril Cunningham wished you to inherit his money.” Brent explained. ‘He was very fond of you, Helen: you know that. And I’ve sometimes wondered if he wouldn't have left it to you even had he known that you were not his granddaughter.” “That wouldn’t justify me in keeping it.” Helen answered. “Os course it does; it gives you a moral right.” Helen rose from her chair with an air of determination. "I wish you would go now," she said firmly. “I must see about getting Shallimar off.” “Sending her home. —are you? ’ Brent queried sneeringly. "I should think you would like companv here in this ghostly—” He broke off suddenly and Helen saw that he looked startled at his own words. He glanced nervously over his shoulder and it was several seconds before he completely regained his composure and ended his remark with a semblance of calm. “This ghostly house.” he said. “Or are you afraid of her?” “Afraid?” Helen repeated, annoyed by the challenge in his words. “Yes.” he replied; “afraid she will interest Ennis again. Not very constant, Enfiis. is he?’’ “We won’t discuss him," Helen said. “Oh don’t be stagy," Brent retorted. “You will have to excuse me,” Helen returned coldly and moved toward the wide doors that led Into the hall. She did not give him a backward glance as she passed through them and disappeared in the direction of the breakfast room.

BRENT scowled, hesitated a moment in indecision, and followed her. They met in the hall. In a glance Helen had seen that Shallimar was not at breakfast. She was going upstairs to seek her. Brent stood in her way and stopped her before she reached the stairs. "A week, remember.” he said tensely; “and don’t make any mistake about it. It’s life or death for you.” Helen passed on without a word in reply. She felt cold, as though a breath from an icy chamber had been breathed upon her. She put a hand on the balustrade for support : it was so numb she scarcely sensed the wood. She went directly to Shallimar’s room, where she found her guest engaged in packing a small traveling bag. Shallimar looked up casually as Helen entered the room, but instantly she cried: “Have you | seen a ghost?” I “I ... I feel ill,” Helen faltered j and collapsed into a conveniently : placed boudoir chair. She was as ! white as the handkerchief she lifted ! to her trembling lips. Shallimar rushed to her with a bottle of cologne, which she hastily dug out of her bag. and held it to Helen s nose. Helen did not faint, but she did wish that she had gone to her own room instead of coming in here. Overestimating her endurance was a silly thing to do. she told herself. But it had seemed better to speed Shallimar on her way as decently as she could and then face her problem. But the problem had not waited. It had filled her mind with panic. She should have known she must succumb to it. Her sense of guilt over disturbing her guest brought a halting apology to her lips. Shallimar brushed it aside with a command to tell her what was really the trouble. Helen maintained that she was physically ill, nothing more. “Well. Shallimar said, and she was plainly peeved, “if our school days count for nothing and you don’t want to tell me why you and Miss Ennis went off somewhere without me this morning I won’t tell you why I’m leaving so suddenly.” “You refused to do that before," Helen reminded her. “Yes. I know.” Shallimar admitted impatiently; “but I meant to tell you, really, at the last minute." “I’m sorry." Helen said wearily, “but there isn’t anything I can talk about, Shallimar.” a a a SHALLIMAR bit her lip in vexation. "Something to do with Bob Ennis?" she insisted. “Oh, please," Helen begged. “Very well," Shallimar agreed; “but if it did concern him I could help, possibly. You see. it’s because he and I have played to the end of our string that I’m going." “You mean?” Helen looked at her with an utter lack of comprehension Her mind was too overwhelmed with a sense of disaster to take on added trouble. She did not conclude that Shallimar wanted to insinuate something unpleasant—that she was giving Bob up against his will, for instance. or that their little affair had been a serious one. “I mean that our playing around together never meant anything.” Shallimar explained. “I’m sure he’s in love with you. Helen, and I’m clearing out before the poor bean gets any chivalrous ideas about me turning cartwheels in his head. “He doesn’t owe me a thing in the nature of an offer, but he's so darned strict he might think he's been wasting my time." She laughed and held the cologne bottle to her own nostrils, sniffing it daintily. Then she glanced at her wrist watch. “Ashe gave me a timetable,” she remarked. “There's a train in twenty minutes. You don't look fit to drive me to the sta- j tion, Helen. I'll say au revoir to j you here, dear.” she moved over to touch a maid s bell—“if you think you won't need me." Helen shook her head. “Ashe will get someone to drive t you to the station.” she said, “I'm, sorry you won t-stay, Shallimar."

—By Williams

“My dear, I musn’t. My work is out in the world, making men suffer.’ She said it lightly but there was in her eyes the shadow of pain. The maid came and carried down the lighter pieces of her luggage. “Send Ashe up for these immediately,” Helen directed, pointing to the others. When he came she told him to have her car and someone to drive it at the door without delay. She was forcing herself, by sheer will power, to kep her mind on Shallimar’s departure and speed her properly. She was sorry to lose her friend, now when it would have been a, great relief to know there was someone in the house besides the servants and Mrs. Wethering. But Shallimar did not want to stay; she could see that—it would be selfish to urge her. “You must watch yourself, dear.” Shallimar said in parting. “Don’t let your heart break if you can help it. If you want a man. get him. It isn’t always possible, but you can try. You see, I think your illness is of the heart, no matter what you say.” a a a HELEN did not need to deny it. Shallimar was obliged to run, with not a moment to spare. She waved back from the door, a gay farewell, but there was pity in her heart for the girl who could not run away from her trouble. Helen sat very quiet for a moment, glad to be alone, but despairingly aware that the only person who might have been sympathetic without questioning her too closely was gone. She could have talked to Shallimar—at least she could have confided that sbe was faced with a heart-breaking alternative. And Shallimar was gone. A faint, exotic, perfume lingered in the room as a reminder of her colorful personality. Suddenly Helen granted to get away from it. She slipped out of the room like a wraith and found her way blindly to her own cushion-covered chaise longue. She lay there a long time, too crushed to think construvtiely. A well of black despair had engulfed her. She could not marry Brent—she could not. And yet there seemed to be a force which she could not defy that pressed the words, “You will, you will, you will,” upon her brain like brands of fire. She was helpless against the pictures that rose in her mind. Prison —confinement within a narrow cell —she who loved the stars over her head and grass under her feet—eyes to spy upon her, perhaps, when she lay asleep—horrible! A shudder ran light lightning over her slender frame. (To Be Continued)

THE RETURN OF TARZAN

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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