Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 175, Indianapolis, Marion County, 2 December 1929 — Page 14

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CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE EDNA and her mother had dined at home alone. When they arose from the table Mrs. Rogers said: “Edna. dear. I want to have a talk with you. Will you come to my room?” Edna followed her mother woncieringly up the stairs and seated herself in a low rocking-chair near an open window in the combination sitting-dressing room that adjoined Mrs. Rogers’ bedroom. It was early evening and the sun. atzll several degrees above the horizon sent a golden flood into the cozily furnished room, Mrs. Rogers Slowly paced the floor several times. Finally her lips met in a decision and she drew a chair to Edna’s knee and sank into it. She looked fondly at Edna, but still she did not speak. “Mother, dear, what is it?” the Kiri cried in alarm. “I have set myself a hard task,” she replied. “I have something to tell you that will shock you—something that may hurt you, something that may even turn you against me.” “No, No!” Edna protested. "You know that nothing, nothing could turn me against you.” “No, I was wrong; you are of a newer, kindlier generation, and then, too, you—you are yourself. Edna, when I was a young girl—younger than you. only 18 years old —I made one terrible mistep that, but for the help of two lovely, saintly women, would have ruined my entire life. “You know very little of my people. They moved to the far west, and my father and mother died there not long after you were born. "We were very poor. Father was ft carpenter and the wages of a carpenter in a small town in those days were very small, with frequent periods of unemployment. And we wire a large family, of which I was the oldest. "We lived in Lebanon. Automobiles had not then come into general use nnd Lebanon was much more Isolated than it is now. You may have noticed and wondered ton our auto trips I always have contrived that our route never took us through Lebanon. “The town holds too many painful memories. I had only two years of high school and at 16. after I had taught myself the operation of ft typewriter, I went to work in the office of a man named Crimell. who conducted a small farm supplies agency. The wages were small, but they were a great help at home. “Mr. Crimell was a tall, broadshouldered. handsome man of early middle age. He was married, the father of several children, was a steady church-goer and teacher of a Sunday school class, of which I was a member. “It was at Sunday school that T became well acquainted with him. He seemed interested in me in a fatherly way and paid me little compliments that flattered my romantic girlish heart. When he learned that I was looking for work, he offered me a position and I gladly accepted. “My parents were delighted, too— Mr. Crimell was such a good man. I would be well protected in his employ. How little they knew! “Edna, that man in reality was a two-faced devil, but. I didn’t find it out until too late. T looked up to him, trusted him as the respectable pillar of society he pretended to be. “He was a persuasive talker and he was able to play upon my unsophisticated mind and emotions as a master artist upon the keys of a piano. I hung noon his every word as a disciple at the feet, of a seer. "Cleverly, skillfully, fiendishly, as I see It now. he gained complete domination of me. At first a gentle pressure of the hand, a light kiu on cheek or forehead, which I accepted as mere fatherly gestures. “Then he enlisted my sympathy with the old story of s cold, unappreciative and nagging wife—a loveless home. And I, little fool that I was. easily fell into the role of comforter and consoler and felt virtuously exalted in being singled out for-his confidence. fThe inevitable happened—our :nf.imacy passed the bounds of convention. I was young*, ignorant, emrtional, easily led; he was cunning, clever and unscrupulous under m masjt of pious probity.

“A terrible day of awakening arrived —I discovered I was to become a mother. Oh, the agony of those days! For weeks I kept the secret locked tn my own breast, fearful of voicing it even to the man who had betrayed me. “I could see no way out; I was hopeless. Racked with anxiety, nerves shattered and ill of body and soul, I contemplated suicide. A mother’s intuition saved me from that. One night mother came to my room and gathered me in her arms. “ ‘Mary, dear, tell mother,’ she said—and that was all. "I told her and oh! what a relief it was to share the burden with anoher. There never was such a mother, Edna, as was mine. Not and word of’ rebuke, not a whisper of condemnation, just a great yearning to comfort and help. “She held me close and kissed my reddened eyes. ‘My baby, my poor baby,’ she crooned softly, again and again, as I sobbed out the whole distressing story. “ ‘There, there,’ she said soothingly. ‘Don’t worry about it any more. Nobody knows anything about it but you and me and we’ll find some way out.’ “Brave, brave mother! She was trying to give me courage w-hen her own heart was terrified. She promised to keep the secret as long as possible from father. “He was a good man, but stem and uncompromising. We both feared his anger and knew not what he might do in the face of the disgrace I was about to bring upon the family. “Os course, I immediately gave up my position and that was explained to father as due to illness. He could see for himself that I was not at all well and he was very kind and considerate. “As the days went by mother and I frantically sought some way out. If only I could go far, far away from Lebanon, where nobody would know! But we had no money, and even could father have afforded that expense, we would not have dared to ask him. “Finally without my knowledge, mother decided to appeal to Mr. Crimell for help. She went to him. He not only refused, but flew into a rage and charged mother and I were trying to blackmail him. “He flatly denied everything and threatened to make the town too hot to hold any of our family if a word was breathed against him. Oh. he played well the part of the righteous. smug, respected citizen who has been unjustly accused! “Poor, timid little mother was no match for him. He well know we could prove nothing and nobody would believe us if we accused him. He held a high social position and we were poor and without influence. “Having made this clear, he became grandiloquently magnanimous. Purely out of friendship, mind you, and not because of any obligation, we would pay my railroad fare to any place I might want to go within 200 or 300 miles of Lebanon, but that was all he would do. “Mother—l will bless her for it to my dying day—threw a book in his face and left his office. “And so that road of escape was closed to me and there seemed to be no other. I did not even know of that one. for mother did not tell me of her \isit to Mr. Crimell until long afterward. "We were sunk in despair and I was on the point of something madly desprate when mother saw an advertisement in The Indianapolis Times. “We had taken The Times for years—it was the only paper we subscribed to and it was read through and through by the whole family. Father was particularly fond of it because of its bold, independent stand on all public questions. Mother was scanning the want ad columns one night when she came upon this advertisement.” Mrs. Rogers went to a desk and, unlocking a tiny drawer, took from it a newspaper clipping, yellow with age. She placed it in Edna's hands. It read: W*,N TJL I > To adorn a baby, either boy or Ctrl: must be child of healthy pr.rents and not from an orphanage Address TV-43. care Times. “I have kept that clipping all these years—it was the only link I had to—my baby,” Mrs. Rod-

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gers continued. “Mother immediately wrote to ‘W-43.’ I didn’t see the letter, but she must have poured into it the agony of her soul, for a few days later when Mother met a handsome, well-dressed woman at the door, the woman asked: “ ‘ls this Mrs. Sarah Crane?” and clasped mother in her arms, crying, “God, bless you, God bless you!” as soon as mother replied. “She was a young woman, Edna, only four or five years older than I, but if ever there was a saint on earth she was one. She was a Mrs. William Johnson, the wife of a traveling salesman. “They lived in a downtown apartment here in Indianapolis and were in comfortable circumstances. Both she and Mr. Johnson were very fond of children, but they were childless and a physician in Cleveland, where they formerly had lived, had told Mrs. Johnson that 8-he never would bear a child. “They decided to adopt one, but when they applied to a number of orphanages and were ‘investigated’ they were refused. Though found to be respectable, home-loving and law-abiding, they were barred because they w T ere not members of any church. ' “As if church membership made anybody good—Mr. Crimell was a nious church member! But those were the rules of the church-con-trolled institutions. So they put the advertisement in The Times. Mother’s was one of a number of answers, but Mrs. Johnson said hers am>ealed to them the mest. “When she had heal'd all about us, she came over and sat down beside me. She put her arms around me aid said: “ ‘Mary Crane, you are going to come out of this all right, and nobody will be the wiser. Will you put' yourself unreservedly' in my hands? I have a most wonderful plan!” (To Be Continued.) WORK ON 81-CENTENNIAL OF WASHINGTON BEGUN Two Hundredth Birth Anniversary Celebration Is Discussed, Rv Rcripps-Howard Xetcspavcr Alliance WASHINGTON. Dec. 2. Plans are being completed by the Washington Bi-Centennial Commission for an elaborate celebration in connection with the approaching two hundredth anniversary of the birth of George Washington, Senator Simeon D. Fess of Ohio, chairman of the commission, announced today. Although the anniversary will not occur until Feb. 22. 1932, the celebration will begin next Feb. 22. The Commission proposes a series of preliminary celebrations next year, with a more elaborate celebration in 1931 and a grand climax in 1932. In addition to the observations in Washington, the program contemplates celebrations in every city, town and hamlet in the nation and at American embassies and legations overseas.

THE RETURN OF TARZAN

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When she had finished reading, Jane quietlyhanded the faded message to Tarzan. Much of its contents he already knew. In it Clayton told how. upon returning to the shelter and finding Jane gone, he had become frantic with grief. How he helplessly searched the jungle for her. But the only result of this had been to attract Numa, the lion. *

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Then had come terrifying and hideous nights in the tree, where, stricken with fever, he had been left to perish by the inhuman “Thuran.” And it ended by telling of his devotion and begging her forgiveness if ever his last words were brought to her. “For the real heir to the title of Lord Greystoke is Tarzan of the Apes—not I.” Beneath, Clayton had faintly signed his name.

—By Martin

Pinned to the last sheet was the telegram from France that Tarzan had let fall from his hands after reading it, that far-gone night in the Wisconsin hunting-lodge: “FINGER PRINTS PROVE YOU GREYSTOKE—CONGRATULATIONS.’* As Tarzan gave her back the dead man’s diary, Jane spoke: “And you knew the truth even when you told us your mother was a she-ape?” i

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“Yes,” replied the ape-man. simply, title and estate meant nothing to me without you. I wanted you to be happy with the man I thought you loved.'’ And Jane, understanding at last, but worn to the verge of collapse, wept long in the great arms of Tarzan as he sought to comfort her. The next morning they set out upon the short journey to his cabin.

_DEC. 2, 1929

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