Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 143, Indianapolis, Marion County, 25 October 1929 — Page 22

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CHAPTER XLV (Continued) The Japanese said that he was not in. Helen’s expression revealed her disappointment, but she moved toward the living room, saying distinctly that she would wait. The servant bowed low and disappeared soundlessly, a faint smile weaving over his lips and threatennig to wreck his oriental calm. His master’s affairs often proved amusing to him. He considered certain episodes stupid, the result of inept handling. For a moment after Helen entered the living room she did not see the figure that had shrunk far back on the divan. Then, as her eyes grew accustomed to the change of light, she saw the girl’s xace. CHAPTER XL VT “T? VA! J 2/ ' Eva,” Helen repeated, her voice a mixture of surprise and consternation. “What, are you doing here?” Eva removed the handkerchief she had pressed against her lips and answered, with a note of de- I fiance, that Helen certaiiuy could ■ guess that she had come to see j Brent. “You wouldn't come to the telephone this morning," Eva charged; “and I had to do something.” “I’m sorry,” Helen apologized. “I told Mrs. Wethering I would not 1 talk to any one. But Eva. dear, you musn’t stay. I want to see Leonard. Won’t you please go? My car is downstairs. Wait in it, please, please.” “No.” Eva stubbornly shook her head. “Oh, but you must,’* Helen Insisted. “Why?” Eva asked piteously. “I have something to say to Leonard, too, Helen. I don’t know why you want to see him. but . . . Boa told me about it last night . . . I got it out of him, and Mrs. Wethering said you weren’t really ill. . . Oh. Helen, you aren’t going to marry Leonard, are you? You can’t, after all those things you said . . .’* “Stop, please stop,” Helen begged. "But why did you refuse to see Bob? He was almost insanely happy over your promise to marry him and then . . . then ... oh, Helen, tell me, tell me.” "I can't tell you anything—until I’ve seen Leonard,” Helen said miserably “Do this for me, Eva; go now.” “If I thought It would help Bob. Td go now.” Eva answered. “I know I owe you more than I ever can repay. Helen, but this is something ... I only want to ask Leonard if he is going to marry you. You see what it means to me. But I'd wait for Bob's sake.” "Then do go. do hurry,” Helen pleaded. “It may mean a great deal to Bob.” Eva reluctantly gathered up her hat and coat. As she put them on' her eyes fell upon Brent's desk. It was open—the desk he kept locked. She saw’ a pile of note paper carelessly stacked at one side, and it gave her the idea of leaving a note for him. She walked over to the desk, deliberately avoiding a meeting with Helen's glance, and sat down before it. When she had written the note she looked for a blotter, but there was none in sight. She pulled out a drawer and closed it again to try another. With the second drawer she was more successful. She took out the blotter, used it and started to put It back again, when she saw what had been lying under it.

WITH a cry she reached for the du’lv gleaming object and drew it out. “It's a locket like mine!" Helen rushed to her side. She Baw in a glance that the locket Eva was holding up to view was identical with the one Brent had given her from her father—from the man he had said as her father, she remembered. "It's," but she got no furthe in saying she thought the locket was hers rva had opened it. “It’s mine!” the girl exclaimed excitedly. “Oh. Helen, rm so glad for mother’s sake.

I You’ve no idea how she prized it. | She hasn’t quite forgiven me for losing it. Leonard must have found it and didn’t know whom to return it to.” Helen was staring at the pictured face in the open locket. Charles Nellin! She recognized him easily. Among Evangeline Cunningham’s possessions she had found a likeness of him that the eloping girl had left behind. She was too confused for a moment to speak—to question Eva. And then, while Eva still held the locket In plain view Leonard Brent opened the door of his apartment. He always entered without unnecessary noise. The two girls did not hear him even when he came up behind them. They were absorbed in Eva’s find and their own j thoughts concerning it. Eva was delighted for her mother’s sake and Helen was trying to put her chaotic impressions in order. Suddenly, with the ferocity of a tiger, Brent reached for the locket. Eut just an instant before he did so Helen saw him. Eva screamed and automatically thrust the locket farther from his reach. Then, as she recognized him, she started to relax. In another second he’d have had the locket in his possession had Helen not sprung forward and seized it. Brent turned upon her with a snarl, “Give that to me,” he rasped apd neither girl had ever seen the beast on the surface of him before that moment. Helen knew instantly that the locket was of vital importance to him. And it concerned the Cunningham family. She did not need time to decide that Brent must not have it. No thought of herself, of possible exposure that might land her in prison, came to her as she made the next move in the game. It w’as enough to frustrate Brent.

SHE turned and ran toward the door. Brent had not expected her to do that —to be so quick to grasp the fact that the locked was evidence he washed to conceal at any cost. Helen gained the foyer before he came after her. She reached the door, Jerked it open and flew out into the hall just a few steps ahead of him. She was fast, but a short distance from the elevator Brent had almost caught up with her. Helen heard him calling viciously to her to stop and her heart sank. She dared not call for help, and unless there was an elevator on the floor she never could escape with the locket. Oh. thank God there was one descending. The operator was even then closing the door. Helen cripd out to him to wait, but he had his car in motion and her wild manner confused him. He fumbled with the controls, trying at the same time to hold the door open. Helen rushed into the elevator as it teetered up and down, thrust herself periously through the narrow opening. The operator did not see Brent behind her.

He started his car down and gave the door a strong push to clang it to. Helen whirled about. Then she screamed and turned her face away. When they carried her out of the car after the operator had overcome his own horror sufficiently to summon help, she was in a dead faint. They took her back into Brent's apartment, where the Japanese servant was doing his best to quiet : Eva. The girl had followed Brent : to the door. i Mercifully, she did not witness ; the accident. Bewilderment and the shock of Helen's scream mingling | with Brent's one cry of mortal i agony held her rooted where she stood, swaying dizzily and fast suc- ! cumbing to the hysteria that was sweeping over her. The Japanese helped her hack into the living room. Her cries were the first sounds that tame to Helen’s ears when consciousness returned. For a few sceonds Helen did not understand—then her hands flew to her face and she sobbed aloud while memory repainted the indescribable scene she had witnessed. A physician was sent to the

—By William*.

apartment as soon as he pronounced himself unable to aid the man who lay on the floor of the closed elevator. He found Helen quieter, trying to overcome her own emotion to help Eva, who still remained hysterical, though less violently so. “Have you been with ... is he ...” Helen faltered brokenly. The doctor nodded. Eva caught the significance of the motion. “Oh, no, no! she screamed. “Don’t dear, don’t,” Helen pleaded. “Please, let me attend her,” the doctor said. Helen stepped aside. a a a HpHE superintendent of the building came in after dispersing the crowd of curious tenants that had gathered outside the door. Helen answered his questions as best she could. Then others, came. Men acting in official capacity. She was obliged to go over the story of the fatal accident many times, until at last the doctor put an end to her ordeal by ordering her to take Eva home. Helen declared herself unable to drive her car. It was Eva who offered a sensible solution. “Telephone for Bob.” she said weakly. He was located at his work and' came as quickly as a taxicab could get him to them with a driver bribed to make all possible speed. While they waited for him Helen had time to collect her thoughts—to face her new situation. Brent was dead. All that his death meant to her did not come to Helen in a flash. It dawned upon her slowly that it had freed her. Suddenly she remembered the locket. Where was it? She jumped up from the bed where she sat beside Eva, who had been ordered by the doctor to rest there, and flew out into the living room. She’d had the locket when . . . when . . . when it happened . . . She recoiled with horror from the thought that it might now be in the; elevator. “I’ve lost something,” she said to the Japanese who watched her curiously as she frantically searched the room. He went on with his work of straightening up the place, which had become disordered during the recent commotion. While Helen flung pillows off the divan to search there he moved stealthily toward a bit of gleaming gold that lay on the floor near the door. Helen’s evident concern over her loss had aroused his cupidity. He sensed a’ reward. His eyes moved avidly over the room while he worked, and, more calm than Helen, he had seen the locket. (To Be Continued)

THE RETURN OF TARZAN

A moment after the lion’s death the two men were surrounded by an excited horde of savages. They asked a thousand jabbering questions. The apeman’s new friend told the story. Then the whole tribe vied with one another in honoring Tarzan, this strange creature who had saved their fellow and battled with fierce Numa.

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—By Ahem

For weeks Tarzan lived with his savage friends, hunting buffalo for meat and elephant for Ivory. Quickly he learned their simple speech and their customs, finding they were not cannibals. Busuii, the warrior he had saved, told him of the tribes’ legends. Once they had been great and powerful -*

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OCT. 25, 1923

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