Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 20 August 1938 — Page 14

HAYWIRE HOUSE

By Edwin Rutt

CAST OF CHARACTERS "KINCAID PARKER-—Hero. Handsome, Jobless, he has just inherited half-inter-est 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.” - . :

Yesterday: The Ameses congratulate each other. after their little act before Kinks and Sally.

CHAPTER TWELVE “y COULD kill Spencer Ames,” Sally said venomously, as she headed the car out of , Winstock. “Babbling about his board of directors. I know darn well he could give us that extension if he wanted 0.” “Seems to me he could,” said Kinks. “Didn’t old Kenworthy say he just about owns that bank?” “Wilton was decent about it, anyhow,” said Sally. “He made an impassioned plea, all right,” Kinks admitted. “But listen, beautiful, I positively forbid . you to marry Wilton Ames no matter how expert he becomes at bawling out his father.”

“Good heavens, I'm too busy te marry anybody. If you or Wilton | want to get married, you'd better | find some girl who isn't trying to run a cockeyed hotel.” | ~ “I'Ye made it a lifelong habit to marry girls who run cockeyed ho-| tels. And that reminds me that] I think I misnamed our place. It

* . ought to have been called Haywire |

House. I wonder what kind of a nut this new woman will turn out | to be.” “I wouldn't know. But she’ll be a nut without doubt. We seem to attract the bizarre and outlandish. Incidentally, though, Mr. Parker, I haven’t- heard you murmuring about. wanting to sell the place lately.” “Me? When did I say I wanted to | sell it?” : 2 " n = »INKS grinned. “You've got me mxed up. with a couple of other guys named Joe.” “Oh, no, I haven't. I remember every word you said.” Just then the Pennington-Parker restatorium loomed before them. An alien car, stood in the driveway. . And on_ the porch, in conversation with Mr. Harkness, sat a ‘tall, thin female whose pale- - gold -hair, threaded here and there with. gray, flourished in wild abandon about her head. Her age was indeterminate. She might have been either 30 or 40. She wore a cream-colored, raglan coat. And in her lap reposed a book. a magazine, a cigaret case, a handbag, and a

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ALLY opened her mouth to S ‘speak, but the dachshund beat her to the punch. : “Yip,” said the dachshund. The tall woman tapped its head sharply. > “Gang ruhig, Wolfgang,” she said. And to the assembled company: “I have to speak to him in German.” “Pll brush up on my Goethe,” murmured Kinks inaudibly. Mr. Harkness took the floor. “This is Miss Clara Fenimore, he said to Sally. “She thinks she'd like to stay with us for a while.” “I'm -a nerve case,” announced Miss Fenimore abruptly. “My nerves are all on edge. I haven't had a night’s sleep in six months. No, seven. What I require is absolute rest. That is why your billboard attracted me. Have you a clean, comfortable room with a southern exposure? I hope you allow dogs.” She spoke in jerky fashion, like a locomotive making a tough grade.

“Well,” sajd Sally, “you under- |

stand, of course, that this isn’t like a sanitarium? I mean, we—we don’t provide medical attention.” “Mr. Harkness has explained the nature of the place,” said Miss Fenimore. “I am not in need of medical attention. All that I want is relaxation and no one to bother me.” ? <All right,” said Sally briskly. “I do have a room that i think you'd like. Would you care to see it?” Miss Fenimore arose. It was apparent at once that she was the kind of woman who- sheds things. She shed now in a heterogeneous shower. . : : In good order the book, the magazine, the cigaret case, the handbag, and Wolfgang, the dachshund, descended to the porch. Kinks, gallantly, retrieved all-but Wolfgang.

R. . HARKNESS was gazing wolfishly after Wolfgang, the dachshund. Kinks, perceiving his trend of thought, respected it with silence. It was obvious that Mr. Harkness was considering Wolfgang as a subject for electrification. On .the following day a major tragedy occurrred. Mr. Harkness lost his pliers. : “If that little man asks me if I've seen his pliers just once more,” Sally told’ Kinks, _exasperatedly, “I'm going to take him across my knee. He’s pestered. me ta death.” “What’s he making so much fuss ebout?” said- Kinks. “I mislaid my ¢ . tobacco pouch this morning, but you haven't heard me squawk.” “Et tu, Brute?” said Sally. “It seems to be a day for losing things. Mrs. Clipstack can’t-find her potato peeler.” : They had been down to the river and were now approaching the house across the back lawn. ‘ _“How’s the Fenimore liking the place?” Kinks asked. laughed. “She says her nerves are better already. She’s gone off in her car, happy as a lark.”

"7 INKS’ reply was cut short by |:

the sudden appearance of Mr. ull Griffin. A look of alarm dom‘inated - Mr. Griffin's: rock-ribbed countenance. - - “Hey,” "he ‘said agitatedly, “I've ‘lost me rod.” = = . Sally turned to Kinks. “What on earth,” she demanded, *“is- the man talking about?” “He’s lost his gun,” Kinks trans-

lated. - £3 : : “Dat’s it,” said Bull. “Me gun. I leave it in me coat, an’ me an’ Spaldini goes for a walk an’ now it’s gone.” : “Well,” began Sally, “you don’t need . . .” =] She stopped abruptly. A second-: window had opened. The

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THIS CURIOUS WORLD

By William ‘Ferguson

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Mrs. Clipstack stood in the room recently assigned to Miss Clara Fenimore. One hand was raising a corner of the mattress off the bed. “I don’t know what's goin’ on in this house,” said Mrs. Clipstack. “I was doin’ the room and look what I found.” . Ee? Kinks and Sally*looked. Fluddled

stack’s potato peeler, Kinks’ pliers, and Bull Griffin's revolver. Sally put a hand to her head. “My Lord,” she exclaimed. “What

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