Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 173, Indianapolis, Marion County, 29 November 1929 — Page 22

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BEGIN lIEKI TODAY MAIZIE BROWN writes this story for practice in a siory-leulng correspondence school course, nevpr intending it to be published. She is the '’onhuentlal eecretary of FRANK SHEKRUJAN, wealtny young Indianapolis lawyer, whose hobby is the solving of crime mysteries. Sheridan is making a double investigation into a safe robbery at the Mapic Road home of WILLIAM OLIVER WIIBER, inventor and manufacturer, and into the strange deatti by electrocution of LENA SWARTZ, a maid in the Wilber home, from the safe was stolen £ diary of Wilber’s wiie, now dead, which contains a secret oi the btrtn of SHEILA. Wilber's daughter, who was engaged to inairv JOfcjra J H BwEDLIi , assistant prosecuting attorney of Marion countv. HOMER MENTON, unprincipled criminal lawyer gets vosscssion of the diary and persuades ANDY MASTERS. Sneilas wayward cousin, to join him in a blackmail plot against Wiloer. Andy, while intoxicated, tells Shelia she Is a foundling and has no itgal right to Wilber's name. Sheila surprises Wilber Into partial confirmation of Andy's accusations and, feeling herself disgraced. breaks her engagement to Smedley. Andv has been paying court to EDNA ROGERS. Sheila's chum, but has an affair with Menton's stenographer. MERCEDES RIVERRTON. Menton is killed and Andy Injured in an automobile accident before the plot against Wilber can be put int execution. Mercedes. in the same accident, escapes injury and plays the role of Andy's nurse at his apartment, which is presided over by IKE SELLERS. Andy's valet. Chastened bv their narrow escape from death. Andy gets Mercy to recover the diary from Menton's office. Sheila calls on Andy and takes back to Wilber the dlarv in a wrapped parcel, not snowing Its contents. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE Note by maizie brown to HER CORRESPONDENCE SCHOOL INSTRRUCTOR: There ire several things in the foregoing, Mr. Instructor, of which I would like you to take especial cognizance In your criticism of this narrative as a fiction story.

As it is all fact with only form jf fiction, the development of the story has been hampered by the necessity of sticking to the facts. In pure fiction the author can make his characters act logically and he Is hampered only by the limitations af his imagination. But I have found to my sorrow that folk in real life do NOT act logically—did that ever occur to sou? For instance, take this girl, .•Sheila: could any one in these modern times conceive of a girl feeling herself eternally disgraced because ner birth had not been according to matrimonial Marquis of Queensoury rules? Not on your life! Your real modem girl would look upon it as a distinction- so different, so johemian. don't you know. Now, with Wilber, it is different—ne never emerged from the Gay Nineties when men and women •varied the conventions as much as (hey do today, but didn't boast About it because the badge of -espectability was worn only by JliOse who weren't found out. Now they hire a press agent to yroadcast the glad tidings and cash in with a lucrative vaudeville engagement cr beat all boxoffice records -with lectures on “Sex Shall Not Be Denied.” No. Mr. Instructor. Wilber is just about a quarter of a century behind the times and Sheila is a throwback—and that’s some of the material I have to work with. It's discouraging, but I've got to make the best of it. Another thing —and this may sound funny—but, do you know, I haven't at this minute the slightest idea how this story is going to 2nd. You see, it's being written as it develops in real life, and I am only about two jumps behind the action Are Andy and Mercy going to make a go of it? Search me. Is Sheila going to get over her obsession and take Joe Smedley back? I don't know, but have hopes. Who killed Lena Swartz? Ask me another. I have a dark suspicion that Mr. Sheridan knows, but so far he hasn't let me in on it. Wouldn’t it be a Joke if he left me fiat and I’d have to end this story with a mystery unsolved? Oh, well, that would be something new in fiction, anjrDoes anything develop out of the advertisement Sheila’s real mother put in The Times seeking the whereabouts of the baby she gave away twenty-two years ago? Well, there is something doing about that, as you shall see In this chapter, which win be in the first person, feminine gender, in further defiance of your story-telling rules.

IT WAS almost noon of the day following his encounter with Riley Morgan that Frank Sheridan arrived at his office. He immediately called in his efficient secretary (that’s me, Maizie Brown), and I saw at once that he was fairly bursting to talk things out with somebody. “A whole lot has happened since I left this office yesterday afternoon,” he began with a quizzical frown. “Do you know, Maizie, I no more than get one end of this confounded Wilber tangle straightened out than something turns up that ties it all in a knot again.” • Then he told about finding Morgan and forcing him to confess, not only to the Wilber safe robbery, but to his plot with Menton to steal Wilber's invention. He described how he had persuaded Riley to agree to burglarize Menton’s office and recover the stolen diary. “And then, Maizie,” he exclaimed, “when I get back to my rooms I receive a telephone call from Wilber announcing he has the diary! What an anti-climax! “Here I am gleefully congratulating myself on my clever work toward recovery of the diary and I wake up to find somebody has beaten me to it.” I laughed—l just had to, he was so comically crestfallen- I really believe he was sorry the diary had I been found; he would rather have ! had the fun of carrying out his ! deal with the burglar. “Well, that lets Riley Morgan out,” he said with a sigh. “I’ll have to pay him the reward I promised and call him off. Take this letter.”

He dictated a carefully worded note to Morgan, ordering him not to carry out the plan and telling him o call at the office for his pay. He hr-.ci agreed to communicate with 'll y by letter to Pete the Greeks’ -nd the letter was sent to that address. Morgan called the next day, and got the money and was advised to get out of town. And so he passed out of the picture, for the time, at least. “I went out to see Wilber this morning,” Mr. Sheridan said as I closed my notebook. “I was flabbergasted when I heard he had the diary. “It seems Sheila had gone to see Andy Masters who is laid up by the injuries he received in the auto smashup that did for Menton. She brought the diary back with her from Master's flat." She didn’t know what it was as it was wrapped ready for mailing and Andy told her it was some papers belonging to Wilbur. Quite right, that explanation, eh? “Wilber fortunately did not open the package in Sheila's presence, but the old boy was struck all in a heap. “He had been out to see Andy the day before, and there had been fond words and forgiveness and all that sort of thing, with Wilber thinking his precious nephew had turned over anew leaf and was going to go straight, now and forever etc. “Then he is confronted with the fact that the diary had been in Andy's pcr-cssion, and he’s all up in the ai again. He called up Andy’s flat, but got no satisfaclion. It now behooves me to get in touch with foxy Andy and find out what’s what.” It may be stated here parenthetically that he saw Andy Masters a few days later and learned what the reader no doubt already suspects. Mercy had gone to Menton’s office in furtherance of her agreement with Andy and carried off the dairy. Mercy and Andy had intended to mail it anonymously to Wilber, but Sheila had innocently spoiled that little p’ot. Incidentally, neither Andy nor Mercy had attempted to read the dairy—they were only too glad to get rid of it as soon as possible and wash their hands of the whole affair. “However, that’s a minor matter,” Mr. Sheridan continued. “The big thing is that the diary has been recovered and the fear of sensational publicity and the ‘menace of blackmail has been lifted from Wilber. “Menton is dead, and thus his mouth is closed. Andy still is to be reckoned with, but his voluntary return of the dairy indicates he has had some sort of change of heart. He certainly did enough damage when he spilled the beans to

—Bv Williams

Sheila!” Mr. Sheridan thrummed his fingers on the desk and gazed dreamily out of the window. “Maizie,” he said after a moment, “Wilber let me glance through that diary. It is a most amazing document. It relates a story that is almost incredible, it reads like the wildest fiction. “Yet Wilber vouches for every word of it. Whoever made that hoary wisecrack about truth being stranger than fiction certainly knew his onions.” With my curiosity aroused to the boiling point, he played ’his usual trick of leaving it unsatisfied. He smiled teasingly at the disappointment that was mirrored in my face as he continued: ‘This makes me eager to meet the woman who was one of the central figures in that long-ago drama —Sheita’s real mother, the woman who now is advertising for her lost daughter. “As Wilber’s agent I’m now going to answer the advertisement. Though Wilber’s mind is at rest about the diary, he still is worried about his financial prospects; he told me today he has heard nothing from the Demorel Company about his invention, and he fears they will prove it a dud. “And Sheila has broken her engagement with poor old Joe Smedley, declaring she will never marry him or any other man. So Wilber is willing, if it can be arranged, to get this woman’s money settled upon Sheila as an insurance of her future. “I think Sheila’s all wet in her break with Joe and I’ll bet money she gets back on the reservation, but that’s neither here nor there. Let’s see, where’s that ad?” He delved in his pocketbook, and producing the clipping from The Times want ad section, read it. aloud:

HEIRESS SOUGHT INFORMATION wanted as to the whereabouts of a girl, now 23 Years old. who was born at Indianapolis city hospital iu March, 1907. of Lebanon, Ind. Mother of girl, now wealthy, desires to make her heir to estate. Must be no publicity. Apy communication must be held confidential. Address M-160. care Times, “Now, Miss Maizie Brown, take another letter, if you please.” He dictated: “Dear Madam: "If you will call at my office I think I shall be able to put you in possession of the information you seek regarding the whereabouts of the young woman referred to in your advertisement in The Indianapolis Times. “I assure you that any communication will be held in the strictest confidence. “Yours respectfully.” The letter was typed, signed and mailed to The Times box address. The next day, Mr. Sheridan received the shock of his life. (To Be Continued) Boys Open Session Rt/ Timr* COLUMBUS, Ind., Nov. 29.—The tenth annual Indiana Older Boys’ conference opened here today to continue through Sunday.

THE RETURN OF TARZAN

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