Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 13, Indianapolis, Marion County, 26 May 1930 — Page 11

MAY 26, 1930.

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CHAPTER TWENTY “EIGHT (Con- • : tinucd.) He Introduced the C. E. with due formality and explained as rapidly as possible what had brought them to her. 'Tve told him all I know, Mary Della,” he finished, 4 ‘and all he tvants you to tell him is what took place while I was taking a nap in the 1 road.” -'Mary Della walked between them, bccasionally taking Robert’s arm, and frequently glancing up at his face to see if he approved of what she was saying. Robert listened as intently as did the city editor, and Podded his head/ slowly when Mary Dellas tone seemed to call for his support. At the corner of Cherry and East Main streets they stood grouped while the C. E. asked questions concerning certain points that seemed to bottien him most. “Y6u couldn’t have been mistaken about the color of the mask, could you. Miss Chubb?” he asked. “Hardly.” Mary Della replied. “I’m not color blind, and that mask was bright red, blood red, if you know what I'mean.”’ *‘And - you didn't notice how the man was dressed, whether he had on an overcoat or not, the kind of hat he was wearing—- •“ There wasn't much time for a study in styles, mister. He had an overcoat on., all right. I’m sure of that. But I’m not sure about the hat It was dark, you know, and about all I could see right then was that red mask. But I can tell you about how big he was, if that'll help. He wasn’t as tall as—as Mr. Qalkman here, but he was heavier, and his face was a good deal fatter and whiter. It was dead white.” • ' Well, how about his car? Do you remember anything about it?” “Not much. It was a touring car of some sort and a long ways from new, but I didn’t think about the make of it, or any other details for £hat matter. Mister, I was scared half to death, and I don’t mean just Skittish,” •;>‘l don't blame you,” the C. E. laughed. “You certainly deserve a bit of credit for going back to Mr. Calkman after the Red Mask had left,” “Doesn’t she, though?” Robert’s admiration was so genuine that even the C. E. looked at him suspiciouly. “I wonder,” said the C. E. a little later, “if you would consent to a conference with a friend of mine in the police -department.” Mary Della caught Robert’s arm quickly with both her small hands, as if appealing for protection.

“rvONT be afraid, Mary Della.’’ ;JU/ Robert said quietly. “He's promised me he won’t say anything to the police unless you agree to it, and we can trust him. But they are after the writer of that note and we might avoid worse trouble by doing as he suggests. “He merely wants us to to meet a member of the detective bureau, where we can have a little privacy and tell what we know. If they c atch the Red Mask, we may have to go into court and take the stand l ut whether they do or not, it is to our advantage to put our cards on the table.” “But will he put it in the paper?” Mary Della asked. “I've given my word of honor that neither of your names will get into print through me,” the C. E. told her. "If they find you by their own efforts, that will be another matter, 6f course. But the police will appreciate your voluntary assistance, and they'll play squarely with you.” “As for the newspapers they want the news and all of it, but no decent newspaper consciously will injure anyone for the sake of a story. YouH be safe in my hands, safer. I think, than if you take the risk of being found out by the usual methods of detection.” “H&s right, Mary- Della,” Robert said gently. “I thiftk the best place to hold a conference is at your some, if you can arrange it. Do your mother and father know about ft all?" Mary Della shook her head slowly. ”1 haven’t lold them a thing, yet,” She explained. “But IH have to jjoon.es or later, I guess. When do you want-to hold this confab?” - “At your convenience." the C. E. said, looking from Mary Della to Robot. “Would It be putting it off too long to wait until Wednesday night?" Robert asked. “I have to be in Waterbury Wednesday eveping anyway——” he looked quickly

at Mary Della “ar.d if that would be all right with ” “It’s o. k. with me,” Mary Della assured him. “Then we’ll make it Wednesday evening at your home, Miss Chubb,” the C. E. said, “Will 8 o’clock be all right?” Robert and Mary Della both nodded. “As long as I can get away by 9 o’clock,” Robert added, and once more met Mary Della’s questioning gaze, a a a THE C. E. departed after appropriate ceremony, and Robert walked on along Mill street with Mary Della. “Where’d you leave your car, Bob?” Mary Della asked for lack of a better subject. “New Haven. I borrowed a machine to come over tonight. But let’s talk about something else.” “What, for instance?” “You,” said Robert bluntly. “Do you still hate me?” “Bob!” Mary Della stood in her track and glared at the confused youn fc man before her. “Well, you gave me to understand as much the last time I saw you,” he explained hastily. “I did not, and you know it. I told you I didn’t belong to your kind, and that’s not saying I hate you.” “But don’t you think you’re wrong about class and all that trash, Mary Della?” Robert pleaded. “The only difference between us is money, as far as I know, and that’s a poor thing to quarrel about.” “It makes all the difference in the world,” Mary Della replied. “It means education and training in the fancy stuff of society, and—and everything.” a *u a

“Rot!” declared Robert rudely. “The one big question is love, love, love.” He was a little ashamed to hear himself quoting his father so accurately. But he was a good deal more embarrassed the next moment when Mary Della turned on him and asked: “What’s love got to do with us, Bcb?” Robert realized that he had gone ahead of himseif and now he did not know how to go back. “I think you're all worked up over this murder, Bob,” Mary Della offered, seeing his confusion. “You don't know what you’re talking about. You said a while ago you had to come over here Wednesday night anyhow. I hate to be curious, but will it put you back in your sense if I ask you if you are coming over to call on Miss Marabee?” # a a BEFORE he knew what he was doing, Robert had caught Mary Della by the arm and turned her so that she was looking directly into his eyes. ‘Tm coming Wednesday night to call on Miss Marabee. Yes! But that is not all. I’m coming to drop as broad a hint as I know how that she take steps to break the engagement. Does that mean anything to you?” A pathetic little smile played on ifary Della’s red lips. “I’m afraid it doesn’t. Bob,' she said softly. “It doesn’t fit the picture for you to be going back on your word. She could break the engagement, but you couldn’t even hint at it. Not you. Bob.” “But suppose I don’t love her?” “You asked her to marry you, didn't you? And the engagement’s been announced. Don’t you see what a fix you’d put her in?” “And it wouldn’t make any difference, Mary Della, if I didn’t love her at all and loved—loved you ” “You don’t, Bob. But if you did, it wouldn't change things much. You’d make a mistake to love me, and I’d be wrong to let you love me. But that’s another matter. Suppose we belonged to the same crowd; if you made her unhappy, there wouldn’t be any happiness for me, knowing it. I’m sorry. Bob, but if you broke your engagement with her, or made her break it, I wouldn’t ever want to see you again ” Mary Della walked on slowly. But Bob stood with his back to a brick wall and cc-turned to stare at the sidewalk at his feet. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE SATURDAY night again, and another dance without an escort in view. But while Mary Della sat with Mr. and Mrs. Chubb at supper, the door bell rang and Timmy Fitzmoan stood on the landing in a

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newly slicked blue serge overcoat that fit like a suede glove. “Well, look who’s here,” Mary Della greeted him. "Timmy himself and not a Vitaphone offering. Come on in and take off the strait-jacket. Had supper? “Sure,’ ’replied Timmy, a little uncertainly for Timmy, Mary Della thought. “Thought I’d drop in and see if you were booked up for the dance tonight.” “Gosh, you’re a wonder,” Mary Della declared. “I’m not booked up and I don’t know who’d I rather have in the waiting line than the leading man of the Clock Shop dockers! You know mom and pop ” “Bet your life. Howdy, Mr. Chubb. How are you, Mrs. Chubb. Nice weather we’re having.” Mr. Chubb grunted agreeably. “Come on and eat something, Timmy,” Mrs. Chubb urged. “We haven’t got much, but it’ll help you if you’re hungry.” Timmy declined gracefully, and busied himself with Mr. Chubb’s sports section.

The meal over, Mary Della dived into her room and a few minutes later came out again in the precious green frock. “Don’t keep her out too late, Timmy,” Mrs. Chubb called after them as they went out. “She’s losing a lot of sleep lately, and it’s telling on her.” “I’ll have her back early enough,” Timmy answered cryptically, “if she doesn’t ditch me for somebody else at the dance.” Timmy was a little disappointed that Mary Della didn’t protest against this suggestion, but he guessed what was in her mind. “You expecting Joe to meet you, Mary Della?” “I don’t know, Timmy. He may and he may not. But I’m going to tell you something. If Joe shows up and wants to take me home, I’m asking you to do me a favor and drop out of the picture for just this once.” “Seems to me I’ve dropped out oncee or twice before for him, Mary Della,” Timmy replied none too warmly. “I know it, Timmy. You’ve been mighty sweet to me more than once. But tonight it’s different. Jce’s asked me something important and I’m going to give him his answer tpnight, if he shows up. See what I’m driving at?” “Plain as mud,” said Timmy. “Gosh a-mighty, Mary Della, you wouldn’t team up with that bird?” “Well, thats been the question, Timmy. I’ve thought about it a lot and I thin. I’m ready to decide. But 111 see how he acts tonight.” “Why didn't he come for you if he wanted to see you tonight?” ‘Don’t ask me. Maybe he’s working. Or maybe he thought I’d rather go with you.” “Spinach!” said Timmy, a a a MARY DELLA entered the Hamilton park pavilion expecting to see a few familiar faces and to find sufficient unattached young men to keep her reasonably busy throughout the evening, but she was not prepared for the program planned by Brett Younger and Bill Derwin. (To Be Continued)

THE SON OF TARZAN

Meriem saw a bungalow set in palm-trees and the many buildings of a well-ordered African farm Knowing nothing cf civilization she looked in wonder at the peaceful scene. “Where are we? Let me go. I am afraid, Bwana,” she said, using the name the natives called their master. “That is my heme and there you will be safer than in the jungle,” replied the man. “You are only a little girl It is better for you to stay with us a while ” t

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Each in turn sniffed at Meriem who displayed not the slightest fear of them. Her slim fingers grasped the collars of two and with one on either side sne walked up the path where a woman in white wes coming forward to meet them. There was more fear now in the girl’s eyes than there had been in the presence of strange men or savage beasts. Meriem saw that the woman was beautiful. Sweetness and goodness marked her countenance.

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