Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 8 August 1938 — Page 14

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Serial Story— B HAYWIRE HOUSE By Edwin Rutt

CHAPTER ONE

Aug. 8, 1938. Mr. Kinkaid Parker, The Yale Club,

Vanderbilt Ave. and 44th St., New York City. Fan

Dear Sir: This letter will notify you that under the terms of the last will and testament of the late Mrs. Martha Preston of Winstock, Conn., you have been named joint residuary legatee of her estate to share -& one-half interest. At this time I think I may safely say that the residuary estate, after all expenses and specific bequests have been paid, will consist of your late aunt’s home in Winstock. - ‘Kindly communicate with this office at your earliest convenience. : Very truly -yours, . Caleb John Kenworthy,

0h Executor. Mr. Kinkaid (Kinks) Parker emitted a feeble bleat, tottered to a chair and sank into it. world began to go around like a pinwheel. He had not seen his Aunt Martha since he was 7 years old and the classiest performer of his generation on the. sling-shot, Kinks remembered her as the sort of person who does not die. Acco to his childish recollection, Mrs. Preston had been a cross between a bread knife and the Great Stone Face.

Maturity had tried to tell him, of ;

course, that Aunt Martha was simply -a stern, gaunt New England woman. But the early impression

For 19 years Kinks had not seen Mrs. Martha Preston and. had seldom heard her mentioned. . He knew the reason for that, Mrs. Preston had never approved of Sylvester Kinkaid Parker, Kinks’ late father. Stylvester Parker had béen a gay soul with an uncanny ability to get rid of money. During the lifetime of Kinks’ : mother, Mrs. Preston had - tolerated. Sylvester Parker. But when Mrs. Parker died in Kinks’ early adolescence, the breach became complete.

Kuss was remembering that he had been out of a job for over seven months. There seemed to be a notable lack of jobs for bright, ambitious boys. The situation had gone from alarming to terrifying. And then, like ‘a lightning-bolt freighted with money from home, this letter. Visions of grandeur swept into Kinks’ mind. He began picturing broad majestic acres; liveried lackeys swarming about; and all of it backed up by a vault brimming with gilt-edged securities. ‘Then, suddenly, he pinched himself. “Wake up, Parker,” he said. “It’s probably a dog-kennel on the wrong

side of the tracks, buried under |

mortgage arrears and back taxes.” - And then he remembered something very vital. Whatever it was, palace or hovel, he had only a half interest in it. : Who, thought Kinks, was the owner of the other half? Curiosity overcame Kinks. would go to Winstock, Conn. He had no job, nothing to detain him. He would view his inheritdince and view it today. He jammed on his hat and bounded again, this time in the direction of the Grand Central Station. : Two hours later Mr. Kinks Parker impinged himself upon the village of Winstock, Conn. 2 x =» INSTOCK, appeared to have been asleep since the landing of the Pilgrims. Even as he walked the short distance from the train to the main street, Kinks sighted his goal. A faded sign just over the drugstore read: Kenworthy & Kenworthy Attorney-at-Law Kinks crossed the main street arousing only a passing interest from a group of local butternuts on the corner. Perceiving a door which obviously led to Kenworthy & Kenworthy he = entered the building arid went up a flight of stairs. At the head of them he found the attorneys’ offices. The door was locked. , = He knocked, discreetly at first, then with vigor. Nothing Happened. Baffled, Kinks returned to the street. : A nondescript gentleman was leaning against the drugstore occasionally anointing the ‘curb. ~ “Can you tell me,” Kinks inquired, “where I can find Mr. Caleb Kenworthy? His office seems to be closed.” : “Caleb Kenworthy,” the man said, “always goes home fer a bi:e to eat ‘bout this time.”

“Do you know when he'll bel

back?” Kinks asked. The nondescript individual cogitated profoundly. : “’Bout 3 o'clock, I ’spect,” he derided finally. Caleb always lays down fer a nap after his dinner.” Kinks had a sudden brainwave. “How do you get to Mrs. Martha

Preston’s place?” he asked the to-

bacco-chewing oracle. : 2 8 8 PP\HE directions were simple. Kinks walked half a mile out of the village on the main highway. Presently a dirt road, winding along a meandering little Connecticut river, appeared on his left. He followed it for another half mile. And suddenly coming around a bend, he found himself at journey’s end. ‘It was a low rambling house, white with green trim, set back from the road and guarded by giant oaks, The lawn in front was dotted with shrubbery. And Kinks caught a glimpse of a barn behind, likewise white and green-trimmed, and a strip of sloping ground that led down to the river. His heart skipped a beat. This place was neither ‘palace nor hovel. It was simply a charming" house. And — almost dazedly he conjured with the thought-—half of it belonged to him. He went slowly up the drive and rang the bell. A shrill reverberation echoed through the house. Kinks waited a goed ¢ minutes. guess bells don't mean any- ’ Ey A

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