Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 148, Indianapolis, Marion County, 31 October 1929 — Page 14

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BEGIN HERE TOD/vV MATZIE BROWN writes this story for practice In a storv-writ ins: correspondence school course, never Intending It to be published She Intersperses it wdth notes to her Instructor. She is the confidential sercretarv of FRANK SHERIDAN. wealthy young Indianapolis lawyer whose hobby is the solving of crime mysteries. Sheridan is called in by JOSEPH SMEDLEY. assistant prosecuting attorney, to assist in finding a burglar who robbed a safe at the Maple road home Os WILLIAM OLIVER WILBER. Smedley is engaged to marry Wilber's daughter SHEILA, whose cousin. ANDREW MASTERS, is a frequent visitor at the Wilber home Wilber tells Smedley and Sheridan a cashbox containing a diary of his wife, now dead, was stolen from {he safe The diary holds a secret of Sheila's birth and. unknown to her. it must be recovered to shield her. Sheridan gives Maaie Brown a want ad. for insertion in The Times. It offers SSOO reward for return of the diary. Sheridan. called out of town, asks his friend Smedley, to meet his sister. MRS. PAULINE MtfRCHISON, when she arrives for a visit, and escort her to the Hotel Claypool. Andy Masters awakens after a wild party in his Pennsylvania street, bachelor apartment. His valet. IKE SELLERS, recalls to him some of the scenes of the party, including an incident in which MERCEDES RIVERTON, one of the guests, hi'd tied her stocking around the neck of a statuette. Andy suddenly remembers he has an engagement to take EDNA ROGERS, chum of Sheila Wilber, to dinner at the Claypool. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY " CHAPTER SIX SID DEEMS' dance orchestra and Chef de Cuisine Pierre's palatetickling specialties were the double lure that held scojes of gay. animated groups lingering over a late dinner in the Claypool. Andy Masters and Edna Rogers were seated at a table just under the edge of the overhanging mezzanine. giving them a clear view of the entire room and of the entrance from the lobby. On the polished dance floor two professional dancers in costume were giving an exhibition of terpsichorean gymnastics to the strains of a syncopated Hungarian gypsy melody, j “Look, Andy!” Edna exclaimed, “over there —one, two, three, four, five tables to the left. No, wait a ■minute, they’re looking this way. *Now!” ; Andy’s eyes popped out. “Joe ■Smedley. by all that’s holy!” he [ejaculated, “and pipe the classy he's got with him! Oh, wouldn't |this turn Sheila green!” * Edna's eyes flashed angrily and [her lips drew into a hard, straight Ene. “Sheila certainly ought to know about it,” she said. “Any one can see that woman’s a vamp. Why, |f no man were around she’d take pown the 'no parking’ sign and make iove to a fire-plug.” ] “Meow, kitty, cat!" jeered Andy. | “I don't care.” Edna snapped. 'Sheila's my best friend, and Joe :3medley hasn't any right running Around with other women less than ;,wo weeks after he's given her an Engagement rmg." She fixed a venomous eye on the distant couple. i'Who is she?” she asked. 1 “I don’t know.” Andy answered, sand yet it seems to me I've seen Ihat red-head before. Anyway she Spoks interesting. Let’s go over and >utt in on their tete-a-tete.” “Don't you dare!” challenged Sdna. “I don't want anything to do rith them.” e o a pi MEDLEY, unaware of the interJ est he and his companion were reating. was thoroughly enjoying ilmself. He had fulfilled his promse to Frank Sheridan, meeting •auline Murchison at the train and scorting her to the hotel. She had een too polite to show her disapointment in Sheridan's absence and iad accepted graciously Smedley's elf-introduction as her brothers jlosest friend. y “Frank often has written of you 'll his letters, and I recall you from !y schooldays here, so I feel that I • now you very well,” she said. -j Facing a lonely evening in her -born, she did not hesitate to accept Smedley's invitation to take sinner with him. They had left lie taxi and were just entering the sjotel lobby. Smedley had not ex*iected acceptance; his invitation gad been merely a courtesy gesture. | ‘‘l must unpack and change first.” lie said. “If you will call about M. . . will that be all right?” 9 Smedley agreed, saw her safely Jh the care of a bellboy, leaped into ■bother cab and was driven to his Ais at the Columbia Club. Before Bulging into dinner clothes, he wbk up the telephone receiver and Billed the Wilber residence. M "That you. Sheila darling.” he Bid, “I am very, very sorry, but I Spa not come out tonight as proml. An Important business devel•pment has arisen that I must atTkf to." sgfltte snapped the receiver in place all exclaimed vehemently, Damn

Frank Sheridan, see what he’s let me into!” tt tt tt SMEDLEY’S wrath at his absent friend had cooled before he long had been in the company of Sheridan's pretty sister, now seated opposite him in the hotel dining room. He looked into a pair of cool, gray eyes set in a piquant face. Closeclustered curls of flaming red rioted on a small, beautifully-molded head which rose from gleaming white shoulders. This striking picture was given added effect by a Nile green evening frock with corsage cut daringly low. A loop of pearls encircled the slender throat. Pauline Murchison was arrayed for conquest, and Smedley basked in the glow of her | vivid personality. For the time be- j ing. Sheila Wilber was out of mind and memory. The orchestra struck up a lively j foxtrot. Several couples were sway- j ing to the music on the dance floor. I Smedley leaned across the table. “Would you care to dance?” he asked. “Please excuse me,” Pauline' replied. shaking her head. “I don't want to be recognized. You see, I have so little time to spend in Indianapolis, and if my friends here find me out, they will insist upon entertaining me. It would not do to see some and slight the others. I left things at odds and ends at home and I must stop off in New York for some shopping. I would be leaving tomorrow if Frank were home.” “Oh, that isn’t fair,” Smedley complained, “you must stay over for a few days and let us all see more of you.” "That's kind of you,” she replied, smiling into his eyes, “but it can’t be.” She glanced around the room. When she turned back a mischievous smile kitked in her eyes. “A girl over there on the other side of the room is looking daggers at me.” she said quietly. “Is it possible I have stirred the demon of jealousy in some feminine breast?” Smedley turned quickly. “By the gods, Edna Rogers!” he exclaimed under his breath, “now the fat’s in the fire!” u a CONVERSATION languished between Andy and Edna. The latter could not keep her mind off the fickle-hearted Smedley and his fair companion. She stole frequent glances in their direction; they seemed absorbed in each other and oblivious of their surroundings. Andy, whose mercurial temperament demanded action, was becoming bored. Edna had refused to dance, and Andy craved a drink. Hip flasks are frowned upon at the Claypool. A couple, flushed with dancing, threaded their way through the crowded tables. The man was tall, sallow-faced, with a wisp of black mustache on a thin, selfish lip; the girl, small, but shapely, the pert pony ballet type of the old stage days; a mop of bleached hair contrasted strangely with black-pen-ciled eyebrows, mascaraded lashes and roughed cheeks. Home Menton and Mercedes Riverton had been in the party of revelers at Andy Masters’ apartment the preceding night. Menton was one of those wolves of the law who specialize in criminal practice and prey upon the fears and necessities of their clients, the dregs of the underworld. Cruel and rapacious, a blackmailer at heart and in practice, Menton masked his real character behind an affectation of geniality and goodfellowship. He moved in a fast set which hung upon the fringes of respectable society. His assumption of a sophisticated, man-of-the-world manner won for | him a leadership among easily gul- ! lible, wealthy young idlers of Mas- | ters’ type. Menton cultivated such friendships carefully and used them for j his own purposes. Asa ward heeler jin gang politics, he was able to cement their allegiance by whispering in the ears of certain judges, j t hus gaining them immunity in | minor infractions of the law. Andy, who continually was run- ! ning afoul of traffic regulations and j speed officers, had profited frequently in this way. He looked upon | Menton as a pal and adviser. Mercedes Riverton was Menton's j stenographer and office assistant, a ( light-hearted, but shrewd, little ' "gold-digger," pretty in her way and

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not hampered by any dictates of conscience. “Mercy” loved above all what she called a “good time” and Andy Masters had been the temporary object and financial stimulant of her affections. As she and Menton worked their way across the crowded room, Mercedes glimpsed Andy, whose eyes were bent morosely on his plate. Clutching her escort’s sleeve, she piloted him to the table. Ignoring Edna, she tapped Andy on the shoulder and exclaimed: “Why, look who’s here, our own little Andy, alive and sober, too! Gosh, Andy, you were a scream last night. You oughta seen yourself, laid out on the bed and the gang making whoopee over the corpse. I liketa died!” Then apparently seeing Edna for the first time, she asked abruptly, “Who’s your girl friend?” The startled, embarrassed Andy struggled to his feet. Red in the face, he leaned heavily upon the back of his chair. “Er-ah-er—” he stuttered and choked at a loss for words. Edna saved the situation. “Mr. Masters,” she said frostily, rising from her chair, “we really must be going. I promised mother we would not be late.” She took Andy’s arm and quickly led him away. Menton had been a silent spectator at this feminine skirmish. A sardonic grin twisted his lips. As Andy and Edna passed out of sight, he whistled softly a bar of that old Spanish-American war song, “There'll Bea Hot Time in the Old Town Tonight.” (To Be Continued.! DEATH ENDS CAREER OF ‘COWBOY PARSON’ Picturesque English Rector Passes Away at Age of 60. Hu United Press LONDESBOROUGH. England. Oct. 31. —Death today ended the adventuresome career of the Rev. Sir Genille Cave-Brown-Cave, known throughout the world as the “Cowboy Parson.” He was 60 years old. Educated at St. Helen’s college, Repton, and the London College of Divinity. Sir Genille enlisted and served in India, Burma and in the Boxer uprising. His career as a soldier and sailor later was augmented by service in the SpanishAmerican war and the World war. His soldiering was varied by rambling adventures as a gold digger and cowpuncher. At the age of 42, he was converted by the Salvation Army in New York and for a time worked as a janitor and scrubbed floors through the week, distributing hymn books on Sunday. He was ordained a deacon in 1920 and a priest one year later. He had been rector of Londesborough since 1923. His book “From Cowboy to Pulpit,’ published two years ago, was received widely and added to the fame of his name as the “Cowboy Parson.”

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