Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 9 August 1938 — Page 14

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CAST OF CHARACTERS KINEAID PARKER—hero. Handsome, Jobless, he has just inherited half- . interest in a vacant Connecticut home. SALLY PENNINGTON — heroine. Blond, pretty, she has inherited the other half of the home. Together they : turn it into a “Restatorium.” : 1 | > 5 | WITHIN THEIR BOR- - Yesterday: Kinks Parker is about to - - step through the window ‘of his house when a cry stops him. He turns to face the phettiest girl he has ever seen.

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CHAPTER TWO

HE was tall and slim. Her hair was russet and gold and she had wide, blue eyes, the kind of eyes that invariably made a sucker out of Kinks Parker. But just now the eyes were looking at Kinks contemptuously, as if he were something down below E-deck of an angleworm.

“What are you trying to do?” she said sharply. Kinks grinned amiably. ; “Just trying to get inside here,” he said. “And I'm doing all right. Ill make it in another second.” He pointed triumphantly to the window-sill. i

“Well,” she said, almost threat- | KTH eningly, “you can just get right out NW i h ) again. I never heard of such nerve.” N\\ \ i “Listen, lady,” said Kinks, “it ~~ Wy, was this or nothing. I rang all the = bells I could find. I rapped smartly on all the portals. It was no soap. I guess, Annie doesn’t live here any more.” “Why,” the girl asked, “was it so essential for you to get in?” . To explain who he was would clear up the matter instantly. The girl would then show him the house and : = , ; after that there would be nothing : =) A A to do but depart. He wanted, he ow Ji fn : found to his amazement, to prolong his sojourn in this girl’s society for as long as humanly possible. He began to prolong it with small talk. “Well, it’s like this,” he said. “While I was waiting for someone to pay attention to my ringing and rappings, I peeked through various windows and keyholes.

“ H, for heaven's sake,” interrupted the girl impatiently, “can’t you tell it without all this fuss?” “I'm telling it,” said Kinks, “in a gripping and graphic manner. To resume, peeping = through these doors and keyholes, I discerned what looked to me like some marvelous old furniture. Now old furniture is a weakness of mine. Try as I will, I simply can’t: pass old furniture. So when I saw these antique pieces, I knew that I would have to go inside and—er— fondle them or go stark, staring mad.” “I think,” said the blue-eyed girl, “that you went stark, staring mad - without fondling the furniture.” “I know what you are,” the girl said suddenly. “You're a burglar.” Kinks looked at her reprovingly. = “It is a pretty pass for a man to be brought to,” he said, “when the world’s most beautiful girl utters half-truths -about him. To some extent, of course, I am a burglar. But never before sundown. Between the hours of six a. m.and ...” The blue eyes beseeched heaven. “Ye gods, you ought to enter the next talking marathon. Will you, for Pete’s sake, keep your mind on it long enough to tell me who you are?” “What? Are we going to swap names? Well, when. you come right down to it, I don’t know who you are.” “I'll tell you,” said the girl. “And maybe it will stimulate your imagination. I'm Sally Pennington. I'm—that is, I was companion to Mrs. Preston. Mrs. Preston used to own this place. She died recently.”

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” » ” ALLY PENNINGTON? It was J a swell name, Kinks thought. Just the right one for this slim: lady with the eyes like a couple of blue dreams. “That was neatly put,” he said. I congrateulate you, Miss Pennington, on your conciseness. With most representatives of your womanhood, conciseness is fast becoming a lost art. You, however. ., .” Sally Pennington stamped a narrow foot in a black-and-white sports shoe. “If you don’t tell me who you are and what you're doing here this minute,” she said, “I'll—-TI’ll screzen.” “Let us have peace and quiet,” said Kinks soothingly. “My name is Kinkaid Parker. I'm sorry about the Kinkaid. They beaned me with it when I was defenseless. But when a girl like you calls me ‘Rinks’, I . . . well, I simply sit up and beg.” “But you—you’re It?” she said. “Sorry, I lost track. But I remember now. We were playing tag.” . “You know what I mean,” said Sally. “You're him. The man. The man who was left half of this property.” “THat’s right,” he said. “The Parkers always come clean in the end. I'm the lord of the manor. Half of it, anyway.” “And I suppose,” she said reflectively, “that you'll want to sell it.”

ROM her tone it was obvious that she didn’t want it to be sold. And it was just as obvious to Kinks that the way to drag out this conversation was to assume the role of prospective seller. And a most hypocritical role it was. Between Mr. Parker and the sometime home of Mrs. Martha Preston, it had been a case of love at first sight. But it was necessary, absolutely necessary, to.go on talking to Sally Penning-

hy. certainly,” he said, with exaggerated negligence, “I'm going to! sell it. Just as soon as anybody offers me a decent price.” * .4You would,” she said. “Why, of course, I would,” said inks. “What’s a fellow like me want with an old fire-trap like this? Listen! If I were 80 and had a good, steady-going Shatilteys for my wheel chair, I might stick around

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young—young billy goat and talk airily about selling it. Well, you won't do it. You'll sell this property, or any part of it, only over my dead body. Kinks Parker gaped at her, What a girl! He wanted to shout “Hooray” or: ‘Hes “Hear” or something

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