Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 31, Indianapolis, Marion County, 16 June 1933 — Page 29

JUNE 16, 1933

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RFGPH HERE TODAY BARRETT COLVIN, bark in York • i’rr four yra r* find* himsi-if much atby 30-y>ar-old ELINOR STAFFORD Rarreti 1* 35. aeaithv and baa narir a namt> for hlm-fif an srclirO log Ist. Elinor * mo'hrr. LIDA STAFFORD. i* beautiful and brrmiso she * ant* attention for herself, has always forced her daughter to wear unbecoming Clothe* and keep in the background T da schemes constantly to keep in the good graces of her htirband's wealthy aunt. MISS ELLA SEXTON, in order to Inherit a share of 'he Sexton fortune. Barretts half-sister, MARCIA RADNOR trii.* him *ne I* terrified for fear her husband will learn of an unfortunate episode in her past. Years before Barrett shielded Marcia when a J t'hful flirtation ended disastrously. Marcia had a aon whom Barrett adopted The boy is a vear* old now and his tutor. HAROLD ( DEXTER, has threatened Mareia with blackmail. She dee'ares that if her husband learna the truth he will neer forgive her Barrett goes to visit 9-vear-old GERALD hi* ward He decides to dlse.'.arge the tutor and find anew home f ’ tne bov. When he reache;, home he finds a note from Ella Sexton. SOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER FIVE BARRETT took the note and read it. “Lord!” he muttered romplainingly. Higgins looked his sympathy—head on one side, lips drooping- and the picture he made r< tored Barrett's good nature. “Summons to Miss Sexton’s for t* a. he said, smiling. “No getting out of it, I suppose. You know what to lay out for me.” He paused, then asked, “Is Miss Smythe still With Miss Ella?" "Yes. Mr. Barrett.” When he was a boy, Barrett recalled, Miss Smythe had been Misj Ella Sexton's secretary, and he had always half-dreaded her. A cold bloodless creature. Os Miss Ella she was really fond. She was a snob but likeable in spite of it. Half an hour later he was being ushered into the old-fashioned high-ceilinged parlor. “How delightful!” Miss Ella exclaimed. “Come in, Barrett.” And to the butler, “That will be all Craven. Tea as usual ” Barrett crossed the room to bend above Miss Ella's hand. "Dear Aunt Ella!” He used the name he had called her as a boy. The faded blue eyes brimmed and she turned a withered cheek. He stooped, kissed it. “I am growing old, Barrett,” Mi.ss Ella said, her voice faintly unsteady, “and as one ages one fears slipping from the world. It is not things I have done that trouble me but those I have not done!” “My Lord!” thought Barrett. “Miss Ella's human after all!” “Not, unladylike things," she hastened to add. “But—there was a young man, Barrett. I don’t mind saving it now. Your father—” “My dear!” he murmured, touched. “You’re like him!” she confided nnd then turned to wipe her eyes. Almost immediately her mood changed. “After tea.” she said crisply, “I have an affair of business to discuss with you, Barrett.” non HE wondered uncomfortably what this could be. The last thing he wanted was to have anyone think he wished to be “remembered” in the long-talked-of Sexton will. He was about, to put a question when Craven entered with the tea tray. Old Spode and silver. A pound cake. Asa bov Barrett had always been delighted to take two pieces. The butler brought his cup artd saucer and was dismissed. Miss Ella asked about Barrett’s travels and he made brief, polite answers. That done, she turned to her concern. "As you know, Barrett,” she began, “my fortune is quite a considerable one.” "Yes, Miss Ella." He would have given S2O for a cigaret but dared not risk it. “And you also know my large family connection.” •’Yes," he agreed'again. Then she began the story—an old one he knew well. Miss Ella wanted to leave her fortune where it would do good. She was fond of her niece, Bessie, who had married Jim

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Thrope, but she had heard—through Lida Stafford—that Bessie was wasteful. Besides that, James Thrope lacked amibition. On the other hand, her nephew Bentwell Stafford, was “an addict to alcohol,” while Lida, his wife, “encouraged young men!” This was said with a tight closing of lips, a shake of the head. Soon, Barrett realized, she would speak of her grand-npphew, Philip Sexton, to whom she had given a home. It came. “I had suspicions of Philip," she began. nan BARRETT leaned forward, and she halted. “I hope you’ll forgive this,” he said. “It’s frightfully impertinent of me, I know, but remember—one finds that for which one is looking—” “I did not make his forgery of my check by looking for it!” Miss Ella stated stiffly. “No,” Barrett admitted. He sat back. “Which do you think to be the most deserving of my trust, Barrett?” Miss Ella asked. *T don’t know any of your relatives at all. Miss Ella. They’re only acquaintances.” “Ah! That is exactly the point, Barrett. I want you to know them and tell me all you know!” He was outraged; he flushed darkly. For a moment he could not speak. Then, remembering that she was old, he said carefully, “Miss Ella, I can not spy on them. I wouldn’t do that.” “You misunderstand me!” “Sorry,” he murmured. “I thought—” “I will explain. I merely want you to drop in; to meet them occasionally; to tell me how you like them—” He laughed a little uneasily and leaned forward, arms on knees. He shook his head, smiling at her. “Too large a resopnsibility,” he assured her. Then he saw that she was angry. “I am not accustomed to having people refuse my orders, Barrett!” “I know, dear,” he admitted unhappily. The “dear" melted her. “Ah. Barrett,” she quavered. “I’m old, so old I sometimes fear they come to see me only because of what I have. I do not want my money, which might do so much good, to be lost in idle pleasure.” Barrett’s lips were set. He wanted to laugh, and yet it wasn’t funny. "Aunt Ella,” said Barrett, “I’d like to help you, but I realy can’t see how I can.” n n n SHE was staring at her frail old hands which looked like parchment stretched on knobby ivory. “Will you come when I ask you to tea?” she questioned. She would assemble them and Barrett’s face would tell the truth for him. Had she not known from it long ago about Marcia’s affair with the riding master? She had only to read Barrett’s troubled eyes and say to Marcia: “I saw you riding in the park—” to be sure of the whole disgraceful story. Life was a cruel maze and full of tricks. Miss Ella was determined that she would not be tricked. She would not be duped by those to whom she left her money, as Barrettt’s father had been. “Why, of course,” Barrett replied to her questions about coming to tea. “You know I’ll come.” “That is all I ask, Barrett.’” “Very well,” h# said, standing up. The audience had come to an end and he was dismissed. As Craven opened the street door for him, Barrett saw a motor car stopping. Lida Stafford, Miss Ella’s niece by marriage, was in the car. Barrett, seeing her, felt that she still deserved the fame for beauty that had been hers years before. “Ah, Barrett Colvin!” she called prettily. She came forward, stripping off a glove and held out her hand. Barrett took it, bowing.

(To Be Continued)

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TARZAN THE UNTAMED

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The British plane piloted by Lieutenant Roger Cecil rose above the jungle wilderness and sped east. Olga, the Red spy, sat behind the man who loved her. Each was wrapped in his own thoughts. It seemed strange to her that she should feel any regret at ljanng behind such hideous perils.

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Yet she realized she did regret leaving that unique figure—Tarzan—who had entered her life, and for whom she left an unaccountable attraction. Before her sat an English officer who loved her; they were flying to safety, yet she dared feel regret in his company at leaving the stamping ground of a wild beastl

—By Ahern

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Was it because she was haunted bv the secret she dared not tell Roger? Lieutenant Cecil, on his part, was happy in possession of his beloved ship; he was flying swiftly in the direction of his comrades and his duty and with him was the woman he loved. But try as he might he could not forget the accusation Tarzan had made against this woman.

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

me ape-man had said she was a Red and a spy. So from blissful heights the English officer was occasionally plunged to the depths of despair in thinking of the consequences if Tarzan’s charges proved true. But suddenly all such thoughts were rudely thrust from his mind by a startling and unexpected Emergency!

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