Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 27 July 1937 — Page 18
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CAST OF CHARACTERS JOY—Heroine, hostess in smart Maine tearoom. ROGER—Joy’s fiance; rising young designer. ANGELA—Joy’s rival in love, DICK—Wealthy young playboy, Roger's rival in love.
Yesterday—Joy, realizing that Dick is in some manner involved with strange events at the summer resort, regrets her agreement to marry him.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
ONDAY: Was I mad last night? All Mrs. Fenwick wanted was an audience and I had to sit and listen to her talk about some new idea she’s got in her head . why had she to pick on me? Wanted to go, te bed early for we had a hectic day ahead . . . four special luncheon parties and three big dinners . . . and I'm worried about Peter . . . he seems as though he had something on his mind . . . wonder if his worries have any connection with his haunted house . . . Jigger hasn't brought him a puppy yet . .. did he really expect a man like that to keep his promise? I did not. Picked up the newspapers when Cal brought them in this afternoon . . . first thing that caught my eye was a paragraph about Roger. He’s just received a contract from some automobile concern to design new interiors for salesrooms. We used to talk a lot about the opportunities Roger could find for the develop-
whom Dick was working, had to take to cover and shortly after we arrived Dick ran across him here. After that he hounded him all the same . . . if only Dick had told me everything I ‘would have helped him, However, a friend of his . . . & young designer—Roger, I believe he called him though I never knew his last name—warned him that Jigger’s friend, Rocco, had planned to have him kidnaped as he was in desperate straits “or money . . . oh, there are sO many angles to the whole thing, that I could talk to you for long enough. I don’t know if I can ever forgive myself for urging you to marry him . . all I can do for you now, my dear, is to settle an income on you . . . and, though he is my nephew, and no doubt you loved him, there is only one thing to do—forget him.” “Oh, Miss Pegler, you mustn't think of giving me any money. You're not to blame . . . all I hope is that Dick may yet make you proud of him.”
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ALKING home my spirits felt lighter than they had for many a day. In spite of my grief for the old lady and her troubles, my heart was singing . . . what she'd said about Rocco and Roger assured me Roger did not consider Rocco his friend, otherwise he would have aided and abetted him to kidnap Dick. There were no trips to the village tonight . . . after the special
dinner parties no one felt like dancing, so when I went upstairs I stopped for a minute in Tess’ room, sampled some of the candy Jimmy had sent her . . . noticed some newspapers at the foot of her bed, “Going to read all these tonight?” I asked. “No, I got- a magazine from Big Kate . . . guess I'll read that. Take all the papers if you want them.”
” ” ” I DID, and glanced at the headlines for I fear my knowledge of world affairs grows less and less daily, for our talk is usually restricted to local gossip supplied by Cal and the ‘rest of the staff ... I really feel perfectly acquainted with all the village celebrities. Turned at once to The Crow's Nest when I reached my room. After reading a few issues of the paper began to wonder if Rocco pays the columnist for all the boosts he gives Angela’s romance with Roger . . . wonder how Roger feels about these .squibs . . . wonder if he registers any protests against the gossiper’s barrage. Tried to banish Roger from my thoughts . . . interpret some of the hints given in this column. ... Then I realized what Dick’s tricks had done to me . lems loomed before me . no wealthy marriage now would make things easy for me . . . what does Fate hold for me now?
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TUESDAY, JULY 27, 1937
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“He was nice to us, but they say he’s an awful grouch
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FIFTY EVEN—By Duke Drake OUSIN _
ESS has decided to marry | Jimmy, although as Lora says, the season’s not over yet and some | wonderful catch might appear! Tess declares every girl should marry . . . that it’s far better to have a | man working for you than to strug- | gle along alone . . . and as you get | older it’s harder to get jobs . . .| old age seems far away . . . still, | when I marry Dick I won't have | to worry about anything . -. I'll have all the money I can ever use. Saw something in The Crow's | Nest about Rocco . , . evidently he’s | in some mess . . . “difficulties” with | the law . . . the police . . . must check up on that in tomorrow’s | paper. Never had a minute for my trip to the haunted house (for I've made up my mind to go there and look things over). It must be | a queer place if the friends of Jig- | ger and whoever lives with him al- | ways call there at night. . . .
”n n on | HE most exciting event of the day happened in the forenoon. | Mrs. Fenwick sent for me when I was out in the garden getting some | flowers. [ “Leave everything and go at once | to Miss Pegler’s cottages,” she said, and she was all “fluttery” like she! gets when she's very excited.
” ” un * HAT happened?” I asked, for !
not having heard a word | from Dick, I felt it must concern | him. “I can’t tell you . I'm afraid | the old lady has some bad news for | you.” As I hurried along the private path to her cottage a thousand questions rose in my mind . . . but always the words of Miss Pegler’s lawyer echoed in my ears, “If we | can fix this matter in time, but I doubt it” . . . I'd wondered at the time what he meant, . . . I wondered more now. The maid showed me into Miss Pegler’s boudoir. . . . I was shocked at the old lady's appearance . . . it was only a few days since I'd seen her . . . . now she looked shrunken and oh, so old . . . all her “up and coming” spirit crushed. I hurried toward her. me in her arms. “Oh, my dear,” she said, and her voice shook with emotion, “that I should ever live to see this day . . . it's Dick that I! want to talk about,” and the tears rolled down her cheeks. “He's not—" I began. ¥ ww Ww
sd O, he’s not dead, but he’s fled the country . . my lawyer has told me everything . . . helped to get him away .. . to keep him out of jail . . . to think that my brother’s son should stoop so low.” “Oh, Miss Pegler,” I whispered . . . what else could I say? Wiping away her tears, Miss | Pegler said, “You may as well | know the truth . perhaps I should have told you before; but I'm fond of my nephew and I felt if you were married and he got a fresh start, things might have worked out all right. “The trouble started when he was at college. He got in with a fast set . . . started gambling . . . my lawyer arranged the allowance from his father’s estate and of course I gave him gifts from time to time . . . however, he was always in debt . . . then he met some crooks . . . counterfeiters . . paid $30 for $100 worth of bogus money. “Things went from bad to worse till he could not afford to buy any more of the counterfeit money, so the man made a deal with him and he was supposed to pay a certain percentage on every hundred dollars’ worth of counterfeit money he disposed of . . . unfortunately he kept on gambling and got behind in his payments . . . that was really why he left New York so gladly (though I had no suspicion of it at the time). I'm keeping nothing back from you.” “I think you're very brave, Miss Pegler,” 1 said. = EJ = i" ON'T say that, my dear. But I must tell you the rest of this
She took
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UELLA turned from the kitchen sink to greet her husband. “Why John, darling, you're right on time.” “Uh-huh, comin’ on?” “Ready by 6, darling.” Luella’s arms encircled his neck, a paring knife in one hand, a half-pared potato in the other. She stood tip-
sure. How's supper
| toe to be kissed, then stepped back
to smile gleefully and radiate childlike exuberance. “Oh, John, I have the most news for you! You know our bank account?” “Uh-huh. Sure, hon, our $50. Our ‘ace-in-the-hole’ fund. What about it?” “Well, John, I drew it out today.” “Huh? You mean you spent it?” “Why no, silly. I invested it.” She washed the tubers gingerly under the faucet while John gaped.
| “You—you shouldn’t have done it,
pet. Wh-what did you invest in?” “Oh, some stock.” She flipped a cover on the potato pan and slid it over a stove burner. “West Elixir Mining Corp., or something.” “You mean West Excelsior Mining Corp., hon.” “No, John, I'm positive—well— maybe. Anyway, the man sold me two shares. He said it was common, but I thought it was quite pretty.” “Yeah, I bet. You forgot to salt the potatoes, hon. When did you buy this stock?” " » » " H, that’s right. get, don't I? morning. 9:30.” “Well I'll be——. That flame is a little high, pet. Did you see the noon edition of the Daily Star? The West Excelsior outfit struck some rich silver in an old shaft. We might even get rich. Two shares, huh?” Luella set the coffee pot on the stove with a bang. “Oh, John! I—I just know you'll never forgive me. 1 traded one share to the man in the cigar store.” “Cigar store! Hey, you only put in four spoons of coffee—one more. What were you doing there? What did he give you for it?” “A pool thing, John. He said lots of rich men buy them, darling. It’s a hundred dollars for the one I got. Oh, there, I dropped the chop. I'll wash it.” “Never mind the chop, hon, let's get this straight. You mean a racehorse pool?” ” » » “PUT John, it's nearly 6 o'clock, I can talk while I work. Yes, on the third race in Wheeling or something. Oh, there the grease is on fire. The man called it a three-way combination. Three ways to win, you see?” “Yeah, I see. Three ways in about 300 years. Well, what happened then?” “Well, he said I could cash in at 1 o'cleck. I went to another cigar store to get my money because it was closer.” “I see, pet. The chops are burning. What horses were you pn?” “Well, there was Jane Be Nice, and Thunder On, and Smithborough.” “You mean—Great Scott! Why those three—were they in that order?” “Yes, John. Why?”
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i" EV’ mind! Let's see, 60 to 1 on Jane Be Nice, and—oh nuts!—how much did you collect?” “You mean I won, John? Oh, heavens, I don’t know. You see I started talking to a nice man with big diamonds and a checkered suit. He said they had already paid off, but he would buy my slip and hold it for next week. He was just adorable about it.” “Yeah, I suppose. How much did he give you? You're spilling the gravy, hon.” “Oh, gosh! Well, when I told him the names I had—Jane Be Nice and Thunder On and Jonesville—he just pulled out a big roll of bills and —— Why, John, what's the matter?” “Now look, hon, did you have Smithborough? Take it easy, pet. Smithborough—or did you have Jonesville. Take it easy, pet.
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Think.”
“Why Jonesville, of course, darling. Why are you looking at me like that? Now, see, you made me break one of my good glasses. You deliberately made me.”
” 2 » LL right. All right! Forget the glass. How much dough did you get out of that guy?” “Oh, John, it was a big roll. It was so much I took it to the bank to put in our account and the clerk counted it for me.” “Cashier, hon. How much?” “Well, it was all twenties and tens. The clerk—cashier, I mean —said 1600—or something. But he wouldn’t put it in our account.” “He wouldn't? For cripes sake, why not?” “He said it was coun-uh-counter-feit, and called some men with dirty felt hats and blue serge suits and
big feet. They asked oceans of questions, and then went away. Do
you want to sit down now and eat, !
dear? Everything's ready.” “Nev’ mind, I'll finish setting the table. You run and get that second share of West Excelsior mining stock.” The table was set, water was on, coffee was poured and the bread almost sliced when Luella crept dubiously back to the kitchen, a bit of ornately gold-bordered paper in her outstretched hand. John juggled the paper in one hand, the bread knife in the other. His jaw set and his brows sank to meet his softly glittering eyes. “This,” he hissed, “is not West Excelsior Mining stock, my pet. This is Westcott Elixir Springs Corp. stock!” » ” ” UELLA'S eyes raced feverishly over John’s tense form and glued themselves on the poised bread knife. “John——,” she gasped, then the tense moment was shattered, “J-J-John, the—the phone. It's ringing. S-shall I—" “Never mind!” John snapped. He strode into the dining room, kicked a chair, a door stop and an ottoman from the path and hoisted the receiver, “Hello. Yes, this is he, . . - Will you repeat that, please? . . . You don’t say! About next week, eh? Well, that's certainly fine. Goodb »
Luella stood timorously on the threshold, prepared to run, weep or faint. “W-who was it, John, d-darling?” “Police department, hon.” “police? Oh-h—about that nice man with the—" “yYa-as, that ducky little chap with the diamonds and checked suit and phoney dough. There's a reward coming to us. A magazine is giving it.” “H-how much, John—darling?” There was belligerence in his eves. Then they softened, and his arms slid around her. “The reward,” he quoted majestically, “is for exactly $50, hon. Let's eat.” THE END.
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