Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 145, Indianapolis, Marion County, 28 October 1929 — Page 11

OCT. 28, 1929

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CHAPTER XLVIII SLOWLY Mrs. Ennis shook her head. “No, it was not Evangeline," she\said. Her came as a shock to Helen, who was so certain she had found trace of the legitimate Cunningham heiress. She stared wordlessly at the woman sitting across from her. Mrs. Ennis wasstrange! agitated; she aeemed to be trying to bring herself to say something that she was loath to reveal. Her hands fluttered up to her face twisted around her mouth, then dropped back to clutch at the arms of her chair. In Helen’s heart a faint hope was growing that it was all a needless ordeal. She reminded herself that Brent had not proved that she was not Helen Nellin. No such hope was absurd, she realized. That second locket! She must find the owner. Then she would know, beyond question, she prayed, if there was a child who should stand in her place. Suddenly Mrs. Ennis spoke. “I guess I'd better tell you,” she said. “It is right for you to know if you are going to marry Bob;; but not even he, or Eva herself, has been told." She paused and looked at Helen appealingly. The girl said nothing. “They are about the same age,” Mrs. Ennis went on; “and he was such a tiny shaver when we . . . when we took Eva . . , He'd been out on a farm for nearly a year with my cousin Emma. “He doesn’t suspect that Eva isn’t his sister. We gave up the hotel because he was too delicate as a child to live in town, and went out to the farm. People lost track of us, and when we bought this house and moved back to town a few years later after Cousin Emma's death no one had the slightest idea that Eva was not my own child. Heaven knows I’ve loved her as such,” she dded tremulously. a a a HELEN sat like a * graven image, except for the light that was glowing in her eyes and the alight movement of her parted lips. “Then Eva," she whispered—the words would not come louder—- " Eva is . . "An adopted child," Mrs. Ermis supplemented for her. “The daughter of the man we knew as Charles Owens. I'm sorry I can’t tell you more about her parentage than that, but we know r nothing more about it. “It was enough for us that we fell in love with the child for her own sake. She was such a darling. My heart went out to her the very first time I saw her. She wanted her mama, and Owens didn't know how to look after her. so when he said he was going aw.—that he'd just come back for a while to be near a place that held tender memories for him—we begged him to let us keep the little girl. He was willing and . . . and we’ve had Eva ever since.” “Eva!" Helen murmured; “Eva . . . Evanegline! Oh. Mrs. Ennis, don’t sou know? you know?" 1 Her excitement alarmed Mrs. Ennis. “Know what?" she asked fearfully. “That Eva is really Evangeline Nellin!" Helen cried. “But I don’t understand.” Mrs. Ennis gasped. “You . . . she couldn't be! Anyway, her father was Charles Owens." “Oh. no, no. he isn't. *1- was Charles Nellin! ”, *“11100—’' Mrs. nis’ to, ,<as shaking with e cion—“who are yOU?” * Helen wilted. Her head drooped a little, but she quickly brought it up again and held it proudly erect when she said without a quaver; "I am an impostor.” For a moment silence followed her words—a silence that seemed to vibrate with unspoken thoughts. “My dear," Mrs. Ennis said at last, betraying her inability to grasp the full import of this startling turn of events. \ Helen's throat was tight; forcing herself to speak was torture, but site went courageo”sly on. “I have no right to the Cunningham fortune," she said; “it came to me through fraud.”

Mrs. Ennis exclaimed her disbelief. “It is true,” Helen affirmed, then suddenly her control broke and she slipped down to the floor and put her face in her hands against Mrs. Ennis’ knees. There she so’:bed out the story from beginning to-end. The woman listened, soothing her occasionally with a touch on her richly gleaming hair a gentle pat on her slender shoulder. “I wish,” Helen gasped out at last, “that you would tell Bob. I can’t go through it aga n. It is too terrible. But please wait until I’ve gone. I’ll be at Bramblewood until ...until your lawyer comes...” She broke off and got to her feet. Mrs. Ennis thought it best to let her go. But she added a word of encouragement. “Don’t worry, dear. Bob will knew what to do." “But he can't ever marry a girl like me!” Helen cried. Mrs. Ennis smiled over her better knowledge of her son. But in her smile was gravity. The daughter of a man of crime. She shook her head in doubt as she went back into the house after see.ng Helen to her car and cal'ed to Bob to come downstairs. He knew’ that Helen was gone so he obeyed. a a a ' -i AS briefly as she could tell it, Mrs. Ennis repeated the story Helen had sobbed out to her. “Well," she said at last, “don’t look so stupid.” “But Eva . . . Helen! I can't believe It!" “I’m sure it’s true, but I don’t know’ what we're going to do about it," Mrs. Ennis confessed. “That poor girl . . . she’s frightened to death. But of course if the money belongs to Eva she must have It. Who'd have guessed that she’s been cheated out of such a birthright all these years?” “She hasn’t been cheated out of everything." Bob said defensively. “Helen has been more than generous to her. The poor kid. Mother I’m going over to her!” Mrs. Ennis held him sternly back. “But son,” she said; “you mustn’t go unless you want to marry a .. . marry a—” “Huh!" The short ejaculation was packed with meaning. “You must think it over,” the mother pleaded. “Mother, be yourself,” Bob said impatiently. “I love Helen." Mrs. Ennis smiled in surrender. “I just wanted you to be sure,” she said. “I knew you’d go, I told Helen so.” “I'd fly if I could.” Bob declared. “She might do something desperate before I get there.” t “No, she won’t,” Mrs. Ennis said w’ith complete assurance. “She’s scared, but she’s brave. Here, wait a minute, here's your hat!” “Don't want a hat!” a a a 808 was off. His old car tore like mad through the side streets of Yonkers and down the highw-ay to Bramblewood. At the door there he brushed past Ashe without giving him a second glance and began to call: “Helen! Helen!” ' No answ’er. “Where is she?” he said so ferociously that Ashe quailed before him. "In the garden sir, I think,” he sa’d. “Shall I announce you. sir?” “Announce hell!” Bob returned and flashed out of the house and down to the garden, calling. "Helen! Helen! Where are you?” She was walking in the dying garden, white with despair, wringing her hands. She heard, perhaps, half of what Bob said to her. She was too tired, and infinitely glad to be in his arms, to follow his words. But the blessed relief and comfort they held flowed into her pain-weary’ brain like balm. Somehow he w’as going to melt away the black cloud that hung over her until nothing remained but the silver lining. There was no talk of prison, of public disgrace. Everything would be arranged.

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AT last Helen interrupted him. “What does Eva say?” she asked. “I didn’t stop to find out,” Bob confessed. “Let’s go in and call up. I’m sure mother has told her, though she hadn’t when I left. We’ll hear what she has to say. And my guess Ls you’ll find Eva a regular girl.” But neither of them dreamed that Eva would do what she did. “Let me talk with Helen,” she said after a few words with Bob. Helen picked up the receiver and w’aited. “Helen,” Eva breathed, “are you listening?” “Yes,” Helen answered faintly. “Mother says you act as if the world had tumbled upon your head,’ Eva said, and there was actually a touch of exasperation in her voice. “I consider that an unforgivable reflection upon me.” “Why ...” Helen did not know what to say. “Oh, Helen,” Eva cried suddenly, “I want you and Bob to be happy. I won’t let anything happen to interfere w’ith that. So please don’t do anything foolish. Don’t say a word to any one.” Helen started again to voice her bewilderment. “I’ve got it all worked out,” Eva broke in. “There isn’t anything left for me, except my music. I don’t want to be heiress. Mother says she thinks there would have to be a lot of legal fuss. Why should we have that, Helen? I’m going to make a great name for myself as he wanted me too.” ana HELEN heard the catch in her voice, the bitter sob that followed. Then her lovely voice came on, not quite so steady as before, but clear as a bell. “We will share the money," she said. “It will help me, but you must continue to be the Nellin girl until you and Bob are married. And if you refuse him . . .” Helen waited . . . “Then I’ll send you right off to jail.” Helen laughed softly. “I am imprisoned,” she said, and put up the receiver as best she could with Bob’s arms tightly about her. But when she lifted her face to his her eyes were sad for the girl who had given her her happiness. “She’s in love with his memory ” she said regretfully. “It will pass,” Bob replied; “and in the passing she will reach heights that otherwise might have remained unknown to her. I’m not sure that we should pity her.” “But I do!” Helen cried fervently. “Oh, Bob dear, I never dreamed there could be such happiness as love like ours is now!” a THE END.

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