Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 133, Indianapolis, Marion County, 13 October 1932 — Page 7

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non HPur today FT AN BALL aecUMA ABPKR DELO f friher king, of rrookod prime* r.d of hgiir.g mfn *hot who frv to chfck up on hi* activltlra. B*U >jvi he n maklng a check and Delo tells him he per•onally will prevent it. in ® Helo * office 81l sve* noNA. De.o s dsuxhter from kidnaper* He ’'ip* A" ay when he And* who she U. hfr hl name I* STANLEY BLACK DUDLEY WINTER*. in love with Dons, goes with h-r to Three Rivers to persuade Delo to nbsndon the fight with Bsli Hr trie*, to gee her to msrrv him on the *y ** means of getting I>!o to gne tin his plsns Dona narrowly escapes do.ng this by toee'ing Bail nn his wav to the umber rUnp They find Bali accused of killing k ranger Atper is wounded from ambush, hut refuses to stav in bed Dona tells him the Just has married Dudley, to keep him out of the hun*. Bsll rome* In for supplies and is raptured bv BWEROIN. Delo's big timber bo*s Be escap's after hearing Dona tell her father she is Dudley's wife Dudley insists on real marrißge. but Dona holds hark Site rides out to see If she can find Stanley Black, who. she thinks, is at Blind River, She meets Atm on th trail, not knowing he Is Ball. He promises to rid the range of Btan Bail On the wav to ramp. Dona stops at Cabin and sees a glove she thinks la Stanley Black's in a Spanish girls room Valuable records are stolen from the office and the clerk xa'x Bali stole them. Axper Delo is furious and refuses to lea*.e with Dona and Dudley A posse gets on Ball's trail and it is reported he is cornered Dona rides out with a rifle She sec* Ball slipping away from th po* se and shoe's him He fakes being wounded and takes her prisoner. NOW OO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX DONA faced her captor with flashing pyes. Stan Ball returned the defiant glance with a grim smile. • My quarters are passable, though possibly a trifle primitive, for one •arcustomed to luxury.” Stan motioned toward the mouth of a cave. “Will you enter, or must I carry you 7” Dona's anger lessened a trifle. Then she thought of her father and panic seized her. He would be up and riding the hills like a madman when word came that she was a prisoner. Swergin would not keep this news to himself and Dudley would not be able to keep it from Asper. For a moment her determination to play as bold a game as her captor weakened. “I hate you and loathe you! I wouldn't ask anything from you for myself, but this will kill ;ny father.’’ Ball stood with his feet planted Hide apart. For a full minute he looked at her. "I’ll see that you’re back safe at camp in the morning. To let you go tonight would mean that you would be lost in this high country. “To t.akp you down tonight would be suicide. Your father has not earned that at, my hands.” “I suppose you want me to grant, you immunity?” Dona's eyes blazed. “You certainly will have to swear not to reveal this hiding place. I may have to use it several days more to make a get-away.” Stan’s voice was level and hard. “And I wont promise you anything except that I will escape at tbe first chance and that I will stop at nothing to have you taken.” Dona's cheeks flushed as she gave him her answer. "That’s settled then! You stay here as my guest.” Stan motioned toward the entrance of the cave. With her head up, Dona entered ihe dimly lighted interior. Stan pushed her ahead of him and struck a match. By its flickering light the girl made out the rude interior of the place. An old oil lamp stood in a niche in the wall. Stan lighted it and turned up the flame. “Be seated while I get supper.” He nodded toward a stone slab covered with blankets to serve as a lpunk. Dona sank down on the pile of blankets and crossed her legs. She was watchful and ready to take any chance. Her eyes took stock of the interior of the room in a vain search for a rifle or other weapon.

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There was no gun in the room except the heavy revolver that swung at Balls hip. Her eyes returned to her lean captor. man rTAN bent over an open fireplace shaped of rock slabs with a smoke deflector to send the fumes out through a crevice in the ceiling. He set the wood on end, Indian fa hion. and applied a match. Beside the fireplace was a little collection of cooking utensils. Stan produced a piece of bacon and sliced it. He shoved a tin of water near the fiames to heat, then he uncovered four speckled mountain trout. Soon a savory odor began to permeate the air of the cave. Dona sniffed disdainfully. She was not sure she would eat. Stan Ball sat back on his heels and watched the trout sizzling in the pan with the bacon. When the water began to simmer and boil, he pulled it bark from the flames and sifted tea into it. After turning the trout several times, he arose and pulled a wide slab of stone over beside the cot. Producing two tin plates, he laid out a knife, a fork, and spoon, his entire

THEY'TELL ME

What? More Leslie! THERE is another angle to the organization of the HooverCurtis clubs in Indiana, which got away to a delayed start, they tell me, after President Hoover's managers decided that the type of campaign waged here by Senator James E. f Watson tended to make his chief “the forgotten man” in Hoosierdom. They tell me that the executive committees of the clubs, spread like a network over the state, may be used to further the senatorial aspirations of Governor Harry G. Leslie or Will H. Hays, movie czar, former national and state chairman and Harding postmaster-general. Hays, of course, dentes all political ambitions. Leslie makes no gesture to give ri.se to such a sus- ! picion. But persons close to Republican state headquarters say the reports are true. In the first place, Senator Arthur R. Robinson is expected to be a candidate for renomination in 1934. None of the personnel of the Hoo-ver-Curtis club executive committee is allied with the Robinson group. u -n a Proof offered is that Claude H. Anderson, former secretary of the city manager group, and close to George V. Coffin and Senator Robinson, was notified that he was slated for the post of secretary ol the state club organization. When Anderson came to state headquarters he was told gently that it had been decided it would be better if he headed the Marion county organization. No secretary yet has been appointed. Anderson, they tell me, learned later that he had been thumbed down by Miss Dorothy Cunningham, national committee woman and close friend of the Leslies and Hays. He also learned that Will Irwin, Columbus capitalist, was to be chairman; and that co-chairman would be Solon J. Carter, Mrs. Harry G. (Governor) Leslie, and Mrs. Eli Lilly. Carter, a former superior court judge, was a candidate for the senatorial nomination against Robinson in 1928. Mrs. Leslie's husband constantly has evidenced a distaste

stock of silver. Two tin cups were added to the table and a tin can of sugar. The trout were done brown by this time and he dumped two of them on the plate before Dona. Three slices of crisp bacon were added. He shoved the plate toward her and reached for the tin of tea. “Humble, but wholesome,’ he remarked “I have no bread. It's too bulk to carry.” He added this by way of apology. Dona took up the fork which was her allotted piece of silver. She would be as good as he and as able to meet his plans. The food was good and she would eat it. That would deplete his store sooner. i The first mouthful convinced her that Stan Ball was an expert at frying trout. She realized, too, that she was very hungry. In silence they ate and drank. Stan sat close to her on the stone bed. The handle of his revolver was 1 a scant ten inches from her hand as she laid down the spoon, but she did not attempt to jerk the gun free. Dona knew the cat-like speed of the man she had to deal with. His

for the senator and Mrs. Lilly is an appointee of Miss Cunningham. Further substantiation of the nature of the organization was evidenced in selection of Mrs. Leslie. When the executive committee met, it was decided to have onlyone feminine co-chairman. Discussion tended toward a woman in nowise connected with politics. But Miss Cunningham advanced the name of Mrs. Leslie. Anderson, they tell me, objected, on the ground that new faces were needed and that Mrs. Leslie, as the wife of the Governor, was connected intimately wi f /\ th* political picture. But Miss Cunningham ruled and the appointment was made. Asa sop. however, to the objections, Mrs. Lilly also was appointed. A glance at the personnel of the executive committee of the Indiana Hoover-Curtis organization reveals no name friendly to the junior senator. And they tell me that as soon as tlw election is over, and if the ticket is defeated, the name of Carter may be advanced for the state chairmanship.

TTTSODK A W BY BRUCE CATTQN

'T'HE ordinary American, who knows wine only in its rough-and-ready state as “dago red,” may be surprised to find that the business of wine-making properly is one of the most intricate and delicate operations on earth. More, that even the drinking and serving of wine are things which can not be picked up overnight, but which demand a long and thoughtful apprenticeship. But so it seems to be; or so, at any rate, I gather from “The Romance of Wine,” by H. Warner Allen, a book which seems to tell all thbre is to know about wine, from the vineyard to the utimate consumer's stomach. Allen first defends the vintner as a true artist. An art, he says, is something which appeals profoundly to one of the five senses. Music appeals to the sense of hearing, painting to the sense of sight. Wine appeals to three senses —sight, touch and taste. A good wine, then, is a work of art. But art is long, and the making of a good wine is a ticklish job. It makes a great difference, it seems whether the stems are removed from the grapes before the grapes are crushed; whether a thin film of the vineyard's dust clings to the grapeskins; whether the fermented wine is transferred from vat to cask by machinery or by hand; whether a bottle in its celler lies on its side or stands upright. Most of us never would think of these things. Should we read Mr. Allen's book and get wise, just in case ? The book is published by Dutton and sells for $4.

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The overturned and shattered furniture of the room, the dried blood upon the floor, and prints of bloody hands on the walls mutely bore evidence to the frightful battle waged within the living room.

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gun hand would move like lightning. Stan reached for her plate and gathered up the few dishes. He turned his back squarely upon her and filled a can of water for dishwashing. Dona sat still and watched him. She was not foolish enough to believe that this was her chance. She would wait for a better opening, one that was sure. ana STAN washed the dishes and put them away carefully. Then he sat down on the slab of stone that had served as a table. With deliberate care, he sifted a little tobacco into a cigaret paper and rolled a smoke. Dona moved slightly. A picture fastened up on the bare stone wall caught her eye. It was a photograph of herself, tak°n when she was at finishing school.

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Across the grand piano lay the corpse of one black warrior. Before Lady Jane's boudoir were the slain bodies of three others of the faithful Greysttpse servants.

Her eyes flashed, but she did not say anything. Bali saw that she was looking at the picture and a thin smile parted his lips. “My most prized possession!” He spoke slowly and the smile faded from his lips. “You take what you want, don’t you. Mr. Ball?” There was a cutting edge to the girls voice and a sarcastic note in it. “Even though it can do you no good.” “It has done me much good,” Stan stated simply. His answer angered her more than a bantering reply would have done. She sat very straight and her little chin came up stiffly. “And these," Stan waved to a pile of magazines and several books, "are very helpful to a fellow who has to stay cooped up all day.” Dona's eyes flickered ever so little as she noticed that he had helped

himself to magazines and books from the shelves of the office building at Three Rivers. , The books were all good literature and the magazines of the better class. "You approve of my reading?” There was a light of amusement in his gray eyes. “You probably haven't opened any of them.” she answered coldly “But they make nice decorations," he insisted. Dona shrugged her slender shoulders and refused to reply. “You hate me and that is all right, but you are my guest and I want you to be comfortable and to be entertained.” Ball cast an amused eye over the stiffly erect figure on the cot. "I would suggest that you make yourself easy.” “I am as easy as any girl could

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be with a man of your kind about.” : Dona snapped. “I would consider it a great favor if you would go outsic<r> where you could watch the i entrance -and leave me alone.” an. STAN nodded and got up. “Make yourself at home. I will take care cf my lady outside." He bent low to keep from bumping his head on the ceiling of the cave and disappeared. Dona sat for a long time witheut | moving. She could hear her capI tor outside, talking to the black mare. Cool air began to creep into the cave, indicating that evening was at hand. Dona stretched her lees and tried to see out into the clearing, but a curve- in the entryway made it im- : possible. She sat back and gave herself up to bitter contemplation j of her fate.

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Then with a sudden gesture he straightened his giant frame, threw back his mighty shoulders and smashed down the barrier to the room in. which his wife had iieen trapped.

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She was a prisoner, but that did not worry her. That she was in the power of Stan Ball, a killer, did not worry her. either. What did make her uneasy was the thought of her father. She remembered. with an angry twist of memory, 'hat Stan Ball had shot her father, and that Stan Ball was responsible for her present plight. From the first he had been the cause of all her trouble. She made a vow that she would exact the last drop of revenge against him when the chance came. Stan emerged into the yellow light of the cave. He had taken care of his horse and was back to see how she was getting along. "Time to turn in." he said shortly. “We'll have a heavy day tomorrow. if things break right.” (To R<* Continued!

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