Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 7 March 1942 — Page 13

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By Henry Bellaman —

CHAPTER TWENTY LONE

DRAKE walked across the lawn and stopped to straighten a row of sea shells that bordered a frectangular flower bed near the drive. It had been his Aunt 's fo vorite spot. All of her pel plants “Hourished here. It was looking a ©" little withered just now, {but of course it was late September. He'd get the place fixed up—have the house painted and the low picket fence taken down. The were really many repairs to be wonder the house didn’t rent. He had never looked at it closely before. It was dilapidated, that's what it was—down-right | dilapidated. The lawn was as pretty jas any on Union ‘st. Needed r eding, though, ; A : He heard the telephone i He went slowly and indiffe ward the house. It was Mr. Wakefield calling.

“Could you come down fierd tothe]

bank for a few minutes?” #4 “Why, certainly.” i$ “Nothing important, to see you for a second.” “Be right down, sir.” | Half an hour later he vi Mr.

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Wakefield at the cashier's window. Mr. Wakefield came back and unlocked the heavy oak door. | “Youre overdrawn a littld, you know.” : | “Qyerdrawn?” 1 “Yes. Let me see, 1 think| about eighty dollars, or so, nothing to speak of.” “But it ought not to be| overdrawn.” { Mr. Wakefield smiled. * you keep your checkbook in ordei?” Drake grinned. “Sometimes I forget.” . “Well, I guess that's it.” “But—could I speak to - Cur- . ley?” “Mr. Curley’s in Texas. ent down on business. I expect, him back next week.” HE “But I thought I had morg'n a thousand dollars in my Mr. Wakefield stared a littl

“I'm sure I'm not.” Mr. Wakefield smiled “Now, Drake—" ; “No, Sure enough, Mr.

of July there must have been 'g a thousand dollars pub mn” “Well, well. I ‘see. D guess Mr, Curley just overldoke But he’s usually very pun indeed.” : i “What about my account?” | “Well, we'll fix that up. It's just a matter of a few days. I oan arrange that myself. You won't

quire the whole amount, of course?” “No, certainly not.”

“Mr. Curley ought to be k on Tuesday. Ill call you.” On the way back to his gwn window, Mr. Wakefleld stopped to speak to Percy Davis. They — } for a moment. TEUm.” Mr. Wakefleld grun noncommittally, but there was a slightly troubled look in his eye. ‘Mr, Curley was a reticent man, but he usually discussed such matters with someone. Mr Wakefield to recall the terms of Rhodes L ingstone’s will, but he was sure that Curley had an absolute freedom in managing the esta

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“Yes, sir.” They entered. .the vault, “Witich is Mr. Curley’s box?” “Right up there, Mr. Wakefield, the brown one.” ; “Has he another?” | “No, sir. He keeps all of his personal papers in there, and the three —no, four estates he's executor and trustee for.” “I see. Hand it down here to me a minute.” “Here you are, Mr. Wakefleld— why--why—" “What, man? What's the matter?” “Why, it seems very light!” Mr. Wakefleld took the box and hefted it. : » ’ “It's empty.” Davis stared, his little button

mouth making a perfect O.

Mr. Wakefield spoke casually.

“Yes, sir. Yes, sir.” . “There's no use you snd me trying to fool each other. We've got to face this in a few hours, anyhow. Might as well be now.” ay sat down on the low lader, a " ul guess so.” : “Well. ess I'm mightily misteken the president of the Farmers e has skipped out— probably with everything he could ‘hands on!”

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| 8 ” 8 THE FARMERS Exchange scandal was the prevailing sensation for & month. There were all sorts of stories and rumors. The bald fact remained: James Cuthbert Curley, president of the Farmers Exchange bank, had stolen money and run away. Presumably he had gone to Central or South America. Efforts were being made to find him but no one was particularly hopeful of success. Certain bank funds ‘were missing. Stockholders would not lose

gone. Drake McHugh was penniless, The house on Union street was his, and Mr. Wakefield arranged a mortgage so that Drake would have some funds to live on for a while. :

had simply never thought about money at all. He sold his horse and | , and began to look for

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a job at the livery stable, but he hadn’t come to that yet. He stayed on at the house on Union street. only when he was inside of it with the ‘doors closed did he show his deep disquiet.

8 s o HE MADE RONNY to let Parris know. No Parris. It never occuri.u to him

didn’t. It was simply that he didn’t want Parris bothered about this. Then, of course, he’d get it all fixed up someway pretty soo. But Drake did not “fix things up.” By spring he was becoming sensitive. He avoided mention of a job unless he was actually making application. He was casual on the outside but watchful and attentive inside. He immediately followed any suggestion he heard of a possible job. Then he began to pretend he wasn’t looking for work. He left the boarding house and cooked his own meals. At first he made a frightful mess of it, but later he improved. When Randy found out about it- she came sometimes late in the evening and helped him, She put the rooms in order and taught him something about helping himself, By the end of the summer his cash was running alarmingly low. He supposed he'd have to give a second mortgage on the house. But he wouldn't be L.able to raise much. Now he did his own washing, and dried the clothes in the kitchen so no one would know. People said Drake McHugh was drinking. “Yes, sir, I saw him staggering out of Fritz Bachman’s lunchroom just last Saturday. Drunk as a fool.” Fritz Bachman’s lunchroom, which was patronized by railroad men, was also a convehient “blind tiger.” ‘Somehow Drake found himself going rather often to Fritz Bachman’s place, Sleep came with increasing difficulty. He had made

little © lunchroom when he left Randy's house at night: It was directly on the way home, He exchanged a few rough jokes ‘with Fritz, gulped a glass of whisky, and went home, Randy knew nothing of this. : (To Be Continued) (All events, names and characters in this story are fictitious) . ,OOPriai, 346. by Henty Belisman 7 BUTLER STUDENTS NAMED

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