Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 14 May 1937 — Page 42

CAST OF CHARACTERS . JOAN BARRETT, heroine, secretary to John Hendry. JOHN HENDRY, mining investment head. 2 BOB ANDREWS, Hendry’s junior partner znd Joan's fiance. SYBIL HENDRY, socialite, John Hendry's niece and Joan's rival in love. PHILIP HENDRY, Sybil's brother. DOROTHY STARKE, Joan's girlhood friend.

CHARLES NORTON, California mining promoter.

Yesterday—Norton is apparently aware f the $40,000 cash in Hendry's house. x faces a new crisis in Sybil’s announcement about Philip’s strange trip and the ‘gossip’ in San Francisco.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

ND now it was almost 12 o'clock and Dorothy and Joan were home together. Bob had departed with Mr. Norton on the 11:10 train from Green Hills. Only one wild, dominated Joan. She must get away! She must put herself out of Bob’s life before he found out. Dorothy sat on the bed, watching her pack her things. She made no move to help. For half an hbdur she had been arguing, pleading, threatening, all in vain. Joan appeared not to hear her. She worked hysterically. Occasionally ' a sob would catch in her throat, and she would stop a minute to wipe away a tear. : “Joan,” Dorothy begged, *if you'd only reason this out. You're not solving | anything this way . . .” “It’s the only way,” Joan insisted. “I can’t have him know about me and marry me in pity—"

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“YT wouldn't be that at all,” Dorothy interrupted. “In the long run, he'd hate me. I know it. It’s something I can’t escape.” “But why should he hate you? 1I can’t understand why you keep insisting on that.” “I don’t know. But he would. Everybody would be talking about me—" “I don’t hate you, Joan,” Dorothy said earnestly. “I love you. I'm happy living with you. I don’t care what people say because I believe in you. Don’t you think Bob feels the same?” ; “It would be different—" “Why?” . “Because we'd be married. He'd be tied to me forever.”

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OROTHY sighed. “That's what he wants. He loves you, Joan. | Can’t you realize that? What does the past matter to him?” “I can’t keep this in the past. You see that. Ten years ago it _happened, but tonight I must face it again.’ It’s always been like this, Dorothy. Ten years ago in California. Seven years ago in Seattle. In Denver. In Chicago. Now here in New York. Wherever I go,. it will follow me. And whoever goes with me will be caught in it . . . My children will have to face it. Bob’s children, if I married him. He’d never know a moment's peace.” “You think he'll find peace this way?” Joan nodded. will.” : “With Sybil Hendry?” Dorothy demanded brutally. Joan flinched. answered quietly. Dorothy jumped down from the bed, and there was fire in her eye.

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« TOAN,” she said fiercely, “you're being a fool. The only way Sybil Hendry could ever marry him ~ would be to catch him on the rebound—and youre providing just the opportunity. Do you think he'd ever be happy with her?” Joan stopped in her tracks. “Do you?” Dorothy persisted. “Sybil could do a lot for him—" “Fiddlesticks! She’d make him miserable, and you know it! “Sybil has been very good to him. He told me so. She'd help him socially, and in business, too.” Joan’s voice lacked conviction. : “You're saying that only to persuade yourself that you're taking the right step. You won't let yourself see the other side of it. Would you like to live with Sybil Hendry?” “Nol” 3 “Of course not. And neither would Bob. He's not her type. If he married her, he'd regret it every day of his life. Believe me, he'd be much happier sharing your cross with you.”

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OR a moment, Dorothy almost hoped that her argument might prevail. Joan hesitated in her packing and considered it thoughtfully. Eventually, however, she shook her head. ° “I can’t let him do it,” she said dully. She resumed her packing. Dorothy paced up and down the room fretfully. There were no other arguments that she could put up. Yet she was determined not to let Joan throw this last chance of happiness away. Not if she had to lock her in a closet until Bob should return and have a chance to plead his own case. Suppose Sybil Hendry did start a few tongues wagging. What did Sybil Hendry’s opinion amount to in a community of people like Millie Sanders and old Mr. Hendry and the Downs family? Joan could live the past down right here in Green Hills. If only she could see that it was the sane thing todo. . . Suddenly she spun around, a new thought" in her mind. There was fiery determination in her expression and she walked back and sat down on the bed emphatically. «Joan,’| she said severely, “I didn’t want to say this to you, but I'm going to—" “What, Dorothy?” “You're a coward!” Joan gasped. ‘‘Coward?” echoed. “Yes. You're running away because youre afraid to stay ‘here and face it. You're afraid of Sybil . Hendry!” Joan’s mouth trembled. “Please dont say that, Dorothy. Why should I be afraid of her, knowing that Bob is on my side? It’s because of him that I'm running away. Don’t you see? I can’t drag him into it with me. . ..” 8 8 N :

OROTHY'S eyes shapped. “Forget Bob for the moment. Think of your father. Are you ashamed of him?” “Dorothy!” «you are. You must be. If a thing like that happened to my father, I'd stay and fight it out with anybody who dared to doubt “me is, 4 - 1

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Joan dropped to a chair, stunned for the moment. : : “If I believed in him,” she repeated vaguely. “If I believed in him...» All of a sudden, she jumped to her feet, and her eyes tlashed with a fire outbalancing Darothy’s. “I never doubted .my tather for an instant!” she cried. “Don’t you dare suggest it now. He was as innocent of the crime he diéd for as—as you are. And I'm not afraid to tell anybody that!” Inwardly., Dorothy cheered. “Why don’t you fell Sybil Hendry, then?” she asked coolly. Joan's mouth hardened into a tight line. | 2 2 ”

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think I'm a coward, I'll show y The very first thing tomorrow ‘morning, I'll go to Sybil Hendry and| ask her to lay her cards on the table. I'll face this thing now, as you think I can’t, before Bob gets back!” It| was with a tremendous effort tha Dorothy restrained. herself from hugging her. : Presently she suggested. “If you're willing to do that, why don’t you beat Sybil at her own game?” “What do you mean?” : “Steal her thunder. Tell the story yourself, in your own way, before| she gets a chance to tell it.” Joan paled. “Tell—Bob, you mean?” “No. Not Bch. Sybil's going to wait until she gets absolute proof from San Francisco before she suggests anything to him.”

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OAN'’S eyes widened with understanding. That was why Sybil had said nothing in front of Bob tonight! Sybil knew full well how terribly he would have resented that story if she presented it as idle gossip. In the few moments she had talked with Philip over the telephone, he could only have given her the barest details. She would want to know everything; she would want nbsolute proof, as Dorothy had said, before telling Bob. “Of course!” Joan murmured. “That's why she didn’t tell him tonight. She couldn't be sure. And I

never guessed it!” She turned to Dorothy abruptly, a mystified look in her eyes. “You think I should tell Sybil everything?” she demanded. “Is that it?” “Certainly not!” “Whom should I tell, then?” “Whom do you suppose Sybil will carry the tale to first?” Joan caught her breath. “Mr. Hendry!” she exclaimed, after a moment. Dorothy nodded sagely. “Exactly. He'll listen to her, whether he believes it or not. And it's an un-

—this Jeremiah Jordan—was friend of his.” ” ” ”

" ES, that’s the trouble,” Joan admitted, more quietly. “He won't believe ‘me, because the man was his friend.” “You don't know whether he will or not, until you find out.” For the first time in 10 long years, Joan seemed to see a break in the clouds. : “If. he would believe me—" she murmured, almost to herself. -

“I believed you,” Dorothy said simply. “And you believed your father, didn’t you?” “I would stake everything on my father’s innocence. There never has been a doubt in my mind. Mr. Hendry would have believed him, too, if he had known him. I'm positive of that.” “Then he will believe you, Joan,” Dorothy assured her. “If the truth ever shone in a girl's face, it's in yours.” “Oh, Dorothy!” Joan’s eyes filled with a glad, new hope. “Forgive me for not understanding: you a moment ago! You make me see a new light, in spite of myself. If IIr. Hendry believed me, then Bob might, too...” “Of course. And if Bob believed your father was innocent, as you believe, and as I believe, then what does it matter what the world believes?” “Not a bit, would matter.

Dorothy. Nothing Not if Bob could believe me. . . . What time is it, Dorothy? I think I'll go over to see Mr. Hendry now—this very minute!”

(To Be Continued)’

Daily Short Story

ONE LITTLE LAPSE—By Robert Oberfirst

ARDEN TOMPKINS shook hands with Ryan. ‘“Goodby. The best of luck to you—and go straight!” “Thanks, Warden—I sure intend to!” Ryan was being released, with a good record, from the penitentiary, after having served a term of 10 years for making and passing counterfeitt money. During those 10 long years, he had plenty of time in which to review and regret his life of crime, begun when, as a mere hoy, he had come under the influence of a man who had taught him the art of engraving, printing and spending bogus bills. . Now he was determined to go straight—to lead a new, honest, worthwhile life. The town of Five Oaks, where he had lived before he had been convicted, was only a few miles from the prison. He returned there and moved into the same room he had had in a cheap lodging house 10 years before. Beneath the floor of this room, long ago, he had hidden hundreds of dollars of counterfeit money. He soon ascertained that the hoard had never been found— but he did not intend to disturb it. No, he was through with all that!

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E set out to find a job. This, however, proved to be a discouraging process. Though he tried every conceivable place, he was consistently turned down. As the weeks passed, the best he could do was to pick up a few odd jobs here and there, earning barely enough to pay for room and board. Moreover, people were growing tired of his persistent pleading for work. He was becoming a pest in the eyes of the solid citizens of Five Oaks and neighboring towns. The trouble, he told himself, was that every one in this region knew he was an ex-convict. They were prejudiced against him from the outset. If he could only leave this part of the counirty—go some piace where no one knew about him, where he could, as it were, be born again—he might have a chance. But—he lacked the necessary money. He must have money—not much, but enough to get him away from here and give him a start in a new place. Finally, he grew desperate. Again and again, he thought of the large, tempting store of counterfeit money secreted beneath the floor of his -room. He pushed the thought from his mind. For 10 years, he had prayed for the stamina to travel along the right path when he was free again—to steer clear of prison. He shuddered as he thought of the long, lonely hours he had spent behind grim walls. No, he must not break his resolve to have nothing to do with his old racket. But suppose he took just five $10 notes of the counterfeit? Only $50 worth? Surely, if he were careful, he could get away with passing only five bills—and they would open the gateway-to a new life. At last, he gave way to the temptation. He would do it! He would use only five bills—then never touch another. * Late one night, he remeved his hoard from its hiding place. He picked out five $10 bills and—to make sure that he would not again be tempted—destroyed all the rest.

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HE next morning, he stood before the ticket window in the railroad station Nervously, he asked for a ticket to a distant destination, “That will be $28.50,” the agent told him. Ryan could not refrain from casting a furtive glance about him. as he shoved three of his counterfeit notes across the counter. He saw a heavy-set man standing near by, watching him. A detective? Swift apprehension swept over him. He turned and saw the agent staring at one of the bills. Then, the man suddenly called, “Lafferty!” and gestured to the heavyset man

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AFFERTY strode to the window. + The agent said, in an undertone,” “This may be the guy youre lookin’ for.” : Lafferty turned toward Ryan. He took hold of his arm. Ryan quailed. Just “then, the agent said, “Oh, wait a minute! I guess I made a mistake. I thought this bill was in the list of Burton ransom money serial numbers, as given out by the bank, but I see I'm wrong. This bill is okay.” He laughed in embarrassment, and apologized to Ryan. “Didn't want to take any chances, you know. I am sorry, fella.” The disgruntled detective released Ryan's arm and, muttering something to the agent about not being so hasty next time, walked away. Ryan was perspiring. His hands trembled and his knees shook. The |

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lentless walls—had eome so close! “Here's your ticket,” the agent was saying. : Ryan stared at him—and at the three counterfeit bills still 1ying there on the counter. | “I've changed my mind,” he said suddenly. “I've—I've just remembered that I can't leave today— something I've got to do. Give me back my money.” -The agent was nonplussed but, after a moment's hesitation, handed him the three bills, and looked after him in puzzlement as he hastily left the station.

= 8 2 NCE outside, Ryan breathed deeply of the free air. He was still trembling, What a close call that had been! He mopped his brow. Just then, some one tapped him on the shoulder. He whirled guiltily. To his surprise, he found himself face to face with Warden Tompkins. : “Hello, Ryan,” said the warden. “Glad I ran into you. Was going to look you up. Have you landed a job yet?” “Well, I—I—" stammered Ryan. “You see, no one wants to hire—" “I see,” said the warden. “Thought you might be having trouble, and so I've recommended you to a friend of mine who is with a firm in Middletown. Here's their card. Go over there and ask for Mr. Mitchell. Tell him I sent you.” Ryan gulped. “Thanks a lot, warden. I—” : But before he could finish, Warden Tompkins had patted him on the back and walked away. * Ryan looked at the card in his hand. It read, “Hutchinson & Hutchinson, Printers and Engravers.” He grinned, drew the five bogus bills from his pocket firmly, tore them into bits and, with a grand gesture, scattered them to the breeze. . . . THE END

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