Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 246, Indianapolis, Marion County, 22 February 1935 — Page 15

FEB. 22. 1035

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'Continued From Pe One! telephone and the officer at the desk reached tor it; was repeating in short sharp sentences: "The Rosenbaum Jewelry store—safe jimmied —let's have a description of the Jewels mis inf—O. K. " Her fingers tightened on her pur e. Then Robert Laird was coming toward her. • They are taking you to the Detention H *me until morning, lassie. I am sorry He walked with her to the door, hi* hand .-till on her arm. At the steps was a forbidding black, closed car. Jingo had seen it many times chi the street. She shrank back ■gainst the door frame. “C'mon. sister” Fogartys voice. •'We're waitin’ ” The pressure on her arm tightened. ‘‘l'll go with you. lassie. It isn’t far ” The girl's shoulders straightened **l won't ride —in that—car!” she . ■aid tfitfinetly. I haven't done anything. You can't make me ridein that car ” • Is that so ?” -Just a moment. Fogarty," came Robert Laird’s low voice. He stepped back and talked for a moment to the officer at the desk, and at a signal from that officer, another man stepped forward and Jingo, again felt Robert Laird’s hand on her arm. “We are going over In my car,", he said kindly. Samuels here is going to drive us. I'll go with you. lassie " m m m HE sat In the back seat with her as they drove through the almost deserted streets. He called her attention to a forlorn little newsboy leaning against a light post, wearily calling out: "Wuxtra—l Wuxtra—to anew building being erected. Us steel skeleton outlined against the night sky. He told her, with a chuckle, of red-headed Casey, not yet 2 years j old. in his hospital for children, who ] absolutely refused to eat oatmeal and carrots. “You see. lassie. I’m a doctor and my hobby is—kids! Poor kids, sick kid>—" They drew up before a lighted , biick building and he opened the door and helped her out. "Mrs. Moore, the matron. Is a kind soul, and it will be only a few hours more. I’ll be seeing you bright and early.” “I'd be home now—if you hadn't j made me tell them—dad's name,” she said belligerently. “You told me to tell them—” “They would have known, anyway, las Me. They knew—your father.” Then he was greeting the stout, fra v-haired woman at a desk in the rec- room. "This is Jessica Car' .*. Mrs. Moore.” While he talked In low tones With the matron. Jingo dropped down in i chair, twisting the strap of her red purse. Harry had never fa il* <; her before. He had always oom*- — “t <1 night, lassie. Mrs. Moore will be rood to you.” Dr. Laird placed his hand on her shoulder. “It won't be long, Jessica.” Jingo followed the matron down the hall and Waite* while she unlocked a door with a key that jangl ed with others from her belt. The! door opened upon a room lined with cots, each with a huddled occupant. A dim ceilir.-, light shone down on clothmg-strewn chairs, gray blankets, bare floors. A woman on a cot near ‘he door atrcghiened up and pushed back friz-led. blond hair frem a hard face. “You never can get a wink of eleep in this dump. I haven't slept in two nights. Oh. hello, beautiful. Say, kid. what are you in this place for? With your face—” Jingo turned to Mrs. Moore. “I can t—l won't stay in here —I won't | —that's all.” Mrs. Moore motioned to an empty cot. "There's your bed. Jessica. No argument, please. It's nearly 2 now —it won't be long.” Jingo heard the click of the key tn the lock as the door closed behind Mrs. Moore. The woman on the cot next to hers laughed harshly. “Tryin’ to high-hat us. girlie? We're all in one big family in this nest.” She rested her head in her hand, lying on her side, and watched Jingo as she sat on the edge of the cot. her chin in her cupped palm. “I will admit.” she said thoughtfully. “you do look sort of out of place here, dearie. What's the racket? Tell Mamie. All the kids confide In Mamie. Wanna cigaret? It'll buck you up.” Jingo shook her head and pres- | ently Mamie turned over, snuggled down beneath the gray blanket and went to sleep. Jingo's eyes traveled from one bed to another. A middleaged woman over there, her hair dyed a purple black, clutching with ' hard, red hands at a worn leather purse Next to her. a frail, little blond girl, bps a scarlet cupid s bow. her bare, thm arm thrown over her eyes: cheap, lacy finery spread over the foot of the cot. a a a EACH time there was a step in the hall outside. Jingo listened eagerly. Surely Harry would come to her. He would not leave her

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The sound of the key in the door made her straighten up. and she reached for the red beret on the cot beside her Harry had come. He had watched out for her always—he would not let her stay in this place. She rose to her feet—dropped back again to the cot. her eyes narrowed. Mrs Moore was ushering in a rebellious. dark-haired girl who was given the cot next to Mamie’s where she lay sobbing into folded arms. The women stirred uneasily beneath their blankets and Mamie raised up. "Shut up. sister! Don’t you think folks want to get some sleep? Be more considerate—what’s the matter. girlie? Wanna cigaret?” The room gradually lightened and the ceiling light winked out. One by one the blankets moved and were thrown back. The stretched; looked about them. Mamie again tri l to make friendly overtures, but Jingo turned wearily away and the women laughed. A tray was brought in and placed on a chair; a dish of steaming porridge, a cup of coffee, and a roll. Jmgo watched the white steam spiral from 'he thick mug. The food remained untouched. A group of women gathered about a table and ate together, and Jingo wanted to put her hands to her ears to close out the harsh voices, the sobs of the dark-haired girl, the clink of heavy china. A shaft of yellow sunlight fell across disheveled heads, over tumbled cots, tne gray blankets and littered chairs. A shaft of yellow sunlight from a window—high in the wall. Just a patch of blue and white sky. For a long time Jingo sat looking up at that high window. Her lips moved: “Harry said—nothing must happen to me—but it did! And he didn't come—and he promised dad he’d watch out ior me— always He i

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CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO ON New Year's eve Tony said they were going to start all over again. Beginning where things had started to go wrong just a year before. It had been on New Year's eve he reminded her that Rudolf had come to Pete's and insisted that his brother go home with him. It was Rudy's interference which had made him so unwilling to wait until he was 21. “We shouldn’t have run away as we did. Only a couple of crazy kids would have attempted a stunt like that.” he admitted. “But it’s going to be different this time. Tony. I want to be married in San Francisco in a church.” “You shall be. my sweet! You may have a wedding with ushers and everything if that will make you anj* happier.’’ “No wedding,” she insisted. “Just you and the minister and mama and Mrs. O'Flaherty. You don't mind my having Mrs. O'Flaherty do you, darling? She was so good to us.” Tony kissed her wistful face. “Mrs. O’Flaherty and all the little O'Flahertys.” “The only 'little’ O'Flaherty is a member of the police force,” she giggled. "But it might be a good idea to have him there in case you decide to run away from me again.” On New Year's eve as Tony sat waiting at a little table Rudolf appeared just as he had a year ago, faultlessly dressed and slightly drurk. And as he had done before he s a atcd himself and began to argue with his brother. Waiting to sing her theme song for t le last time Treasure peeped between the curtains and for one moment her heart almost stopped befo e she remembered that she had nothing to fear from Rudolf. S le had never sang better than she did that night knowing it to be the last time. When she had finished she threw a coat over the black suit and went to Anthony’s table. Rudolf rose, smiling. “I’ve just been ttying to persuade Tony to bring you and come along with me. I’d like to celebrate.” “Not tonight,” Tony answered while Treasure said, “That’s very nice of ycu, Mr. Molinari, but w r e have made other plans.” Rudolf bowed politely if a little uncertainly. “Not at all. Just wanted to be sure there are no hard feelings.” Safe now in Tony's love, Treasure smiled. “There are none on my part.” she assured him and they left him ordering another drink. They had forgotten him before they reached the door. Once in Tony's car he drove far away from the city and parked on a hill where they could watch the sun rise. “Isn't it wonderful Tony? Sometimes I have to pinch myself to be sure It's really true.” They sat in silence as the lights of the distant city fadea into the wan gray of anew day. Then like a bride, freshly bathed and wrapped in the diaphanous garments of the fog. the dawn swept forth. They waited until the last trailing wisp of mist had disappeared, then Tony took her home. Later that day Treasure found Ellen packing a suit case. “What’s the rush, mama? We've two more days." Treasure said.

let me stay here —with them!” and her eyes went about the big room. The middle-aged woman was arranging her untidy, dyed hair before a small mirror, and Mamie was whispering confidentially to the little, blond girl who was applying lipstick to already reddened lips. “Harry didn't come —” and her hand closed over her mouth. Mrs. Moore came In and sat down on the cot beside her. "Dr. Laird has sent for you.” she said in an undertone. "You are to go out and see him.” "Dr. Laird has sent for me—” Jingo repeated and lifted her head. I am to go out—and see him—and perhaps, if she could get word to Harry—- ' He is the middle-aged man who came over here with you this morning.” "I remember. He talked to me over there —” "He's a nice old Scotchman who divides his time between his hospital for children—and helping folks. He hangs around the police station l nights. “You’re ’ucky that Dr. Laird took to you—me.ybe he can help you. He . has helped other young folks who got into fixes like this. You must promise—” Jingo nodded eagerly. “I’ll promise anything—to get out of this hole—” Mrs. Moore was rising ponderous# to her feet. "Better drink that coffee before you go, and you can wash ■up a bit. Bill is taking you out j there in a car—” Once more Jingo’s eyes went up to the patch of blue and white sky through the high window's. “All right. I’ll wash up,” she said wearily, as she reached for the scarlet beret and her purse. “I’ll be ready—and you needn’t worry—” (To Be Continued)

“I haven't,” Ellen announced. "This is New Year's day and I'm going home." Treasure was so surprised that she sank down upon the bed. “Why, mama, what’s come over you? You know it's all been decided that you are to live with us. We're going to have an extra bedroom and bath just for you.” “It wouldn’t work,” Ellen said decisively. “I wouldn’t feel comfortable around your husband.” “You w'ould too. Now’ don’t be silly, darling! You’re going to be terribly fond of Tony when you know him better.” ’T’ve nothing against him,’’ El- j len insisted, “but my place is at! home. The other children need | me.” Treasure looked her straight in the eyes. “And what about papa? Are you deliberately going back to him knowing how he'll treat you?” Ellen blushed. “He won’t treat me like that any more. Mike’s changed.” “Oh, mama,” the girl cried, “you know better than that. He'll never change. You won’t be home a week before he'll be roaring at you again.” “I don’t think so,” Ellen answered composedly. “Now that I’m not afraid of him any more and have some money of my own he'll have to treat me differently. If he doesn't I can always leave.” Treasure interrupted, “I believe you want to go back to him. I think you must like to suffer.” “Don't we all?” Ellen retorted. “I didn’t notice you putting up much of a Qght when your husband asked you to come back to him.” The color rushed into Treasure’s face. . “That’s different, Tony was never unkind as papa was.” . “They both ran away and left us to have our babies alone,” Ellen reminded her. “I don’t know as it matters that their reasons for it were different.” u U 9 SHE went on about her packing leaving her daughter to think it over. And watching her with loving eyes Treasure decided that it was true. There was something about being married to a man which made you willing to forgive the most impossible things. Perhaps her mother was right. Perhaps she would be happier in her own home. One thing was certain. Ellen would never endure abuse from her husband or any one else again. She needn't be worried about that. So Ellen went back to the bosom of her chastened family and Treasure obtained a trained nurse to stay with the baby until his parents’ return from Tahoe. They planned to drive up after the ceremony in the Mission Dolores church at 6. The car packed with their bags was parked outside while Treasure and Anthony went in to be married. Mrs. O'Flaherty and Ellen were with them but no one else. It was all exactly as Treasure had requested. The atmosphere of the little church was so peaceful it reminded her of the day in Muir Woods when the ancient redwood trees had seemed to lift beneficent

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City Group of Sorority to Entertain Hoosier Salon Event to Be Held Monday at Spink-Arms. Hoosier Salon exhibition Monday afternoon and night at the SpinkArms will be sponsored by the Indianapolis Associate Chapter of Tri Kappa Sorority with invitation open ! tc sorority members throughout the : state and other persons interested. With Mrs. Paul V. McNutt, special guests will include Mesdames W. D. Hamer, Paul T. Payne, John W. Wheeler, H. B. Burnett, Joseph Walker, R. O. McAlexander, Hugh J. Baker, John M. Williams, Leon--1 idas Smith, Howard W. Painter and | Charles G. Dailey. The hostess list includes Mesdames Dick D. Heller, Earl Moomaw, F. A. Weicking, C. S. Ober, Field Dailey and the president, Mrs. William J. Teter, with the following assistants: Mesdames Ross Ewert, M. K. Derrick, George Deck, Charles R. Federman, R. S. Hiatt, J. Dwight Peterson, H. T. Hottel, Ralph Minnick, Schuyler Mow'rer, Mary Moynahan Zried, Ray H. Briggs, John Riester, James L. Beattey. J. H. Albershardt, A. Hemly Boyd, T. R. McLain, T. A. Moynahan, L. A. Turnock, J. Tracy Davis, Edward Kuntz, Allan C. Raup and Elgar C. Stark and Miss Ina McKim. Darning to Be Taught Dancing class sponsored by Irvington Union of Clubs at the Irving- : ton Masonic Temple will open Monday under the direction of George Lipps. Council meeting of club delegates, alternates, committee chairman and officers will be held Wednesday at the home of Mrs, J. S. Bray, 987 Campbell-av.

hands to bless them. “I feel married this time,” she whispered as she returned her husband’s kiss. As they walked out a deep abiding peace filled her heart. She felt confident—sure of herself and Tony as that other inexperienced little bride had not. Perhaps all that had happened had been for a purpose. Perhaps it had been necessary for them to grow up to be better fitted for the business of matrimony. They took Ellen and Mrs. O’Flaherty home. Alone Anthony said, "We’d better have dinner before we start. Where would you like to go?” Treasure’s eyes sparkled mischievously. “There’s a lowbrow night club where I used to work as a dance hostess. Tony grinned. “Would you like to go back to it?” She put her hand upon his arm. “Maybe it’s silly of me but I really would.” “Didn’t I promise this was to be your wedding ” “Yes, but of course,” she said nobly. “I shouldn’t want to do anything you wouldn’t enjoy, too.” “I’d rather like a look at tne joint myself,” Tony admitted. Sedately they parked the car and walked toward the entrance. Treasure had been married this time in a plain gray suit trimmed with fur which made the check girl’s hard blue eyes gbsten as she said, “Hello, Treasure! We haven’t seen you for quite a while.” It was just the same. Garish red walls, dingy gilt paint and the disinterested orchestra which played as if it never expected to be paid. Dorothy wasn’t there. “The poor kid is in the hospital with appendicitis,” Gladys said. But Juanita was sitting at their old table and another girl of uncertain age and blondness was gallantly prancing about with one of the world’s worst dancers. Treasure shivered as she looked at him. He was the kind who would be sure to have a little daughter about her age. “How did I ever endure it,” she thought, looking adoringly at the strong, sweet face across from her. When Pete saw them h,* waddled over with his fat face beaming like a full moon. “So you are married again? Yes? Well, that’s nice. You got a fine girl, Mr. Molinari!” mau v JUANITA nodded without crossing the room to speak, but her beady little eyes missed no detail of the other girl’s appearance. “Poor Juanita! How could I ever have been afraid of her?” Treasure asked. “Were you?” “Os course! She thought I was vampipg Rudolf.” It all seemed so far ago. So infinitely removed from this moment when they sat at their old table. Then suddenly the orchestra began to play a tango and in an instant they were transferred back to that first night when Rudolf had introduced them. “You would like to dance the

tango?” Tony murmured in the same low serious tone. “Oh yes!” It being the night after New’ Year’s there was no one else in the club who cared to dance as Anthony and Treasure stepped upon the floor. And once again as always before they felt its heady intoxication. There was a mysticism to the steps as danced by Tony that she had never felt with any one else. Such tenderness, such passion, such light, gay precision, such gentle strength and subtle magnetism were displayed by him that it seemed to lift them upon a higher plane. When they had finished Treasure was trembling. She was ready to leave now. This was what she had come for but, unwilling to suggest it, she waited for Tony to make the first move. His eyes met hers in a glance more eloquent than words. “Let’s go,” he said. He accompanied her to the door oblivious of the envious glances of the three girls she left behind her. “Now what?” he asked when they were back in his car. “To Tahoe, darling! And drive fast.” He pulled her toward him and kissed her long and tenderly. “Did you bring the white woolen suit?”

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She nodded. “And the blue satin negligee?” “Yes!” “And those tricky little mules I bought for you!" “Os course!” “Then we’re off!” he cried and started the car. The End

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Students Leave St. Mary’s for Week-End Trips By Timet Special NOTRE DAME, Ind.. Feb. 22. Several Indianapolis students enrolled at St. Mary’s College are spending the week-end with their parents and friends. Miss Rosemary Delaney, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. F. J. Delaney, Burlington, la., formerly of Indianapolis. is spending the week-end with Miss Sue Merrill. Miss Julia Rite Armington, Anderson, is visiting a few days with Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Flanagan before going to Anderson to visit her parents, Dr. and Mrs. J. C. Armington. Three other St. Mary's girls who are spending the vacation in Indianapolis with their parents are

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Miss Man* Louise Reach, daughter of Mr and Mrs. Leroy J. Reach: Miss Dorothy Ann Brown, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Thad C. Brownand Miss Dorothy Reed, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. R. L. Reed. While '.n Indianapolis the girl* will attend the Notre Dame-Butler basketball game in the Butler fieldhouse tomorrow. FAYETTE CLUB TO MEET IN REUNION Red and white colors will decorate tables for the 10th annual reunion dinner of the Fayette Club at 4:30 Sunday at the Colonial tearoom. Former residents of Fayetta County are invited. Hosts and hostesses will Include Mesdames Ross E. Winder. Leroy S. Martin. R. H. Reed, Ador Krueger, Joseph M. Taylor and Walter Nelson and William Jeffrey, Mesdames J. G. Sparks, Isabel Snyder, Henry Sanders and Martha Willert.