New Britain herald. [microfilm reel] (New Britain, Conn.) 1890-1976, 1927-04-16
WHAT HAS HAPPENED

Diana Brooks, beautiful daughter
OF Roger Brooks, owner and pub
Usher OF the Catawba City Times
and chain OF nine other newspa-
pers, had been kidnapped. then re-
leased. Her father is engaged in a
persistent fight against the corrupt
administration OF Catawba City and
through the medium OF the Times,
redoubles his scathing attacks on
politicians Of the Ring and Tn
derworld.
Brooks himself is kidnapped but IN
five days released. On his return
he finds that his newspaper stock
is being manipulated and suspects
John II. Walden, whom he prepares
70 fight.
Brooks closest friend is Donald
keene, his literary editor. and the
guardian OF Teddy Farrell. re-
porter and Sob Sister. Teddy is
in love with Don. He, however. be-
lieyes himself in love with Lola
Mantell, Diana's cousin.
Teddy goes to a picnic with DIM
ny Morrison, young reporter who Is
continuously asking her to marry
him. He expresses his Jealousy of
Don. Teddy evades his insinuations
and also a direct reply to his pro-
posal OF marriage.
NOW READ ON.
CHAPTER NNXVI
h. FOL he
next door neighbor over the back
fence. The conversation eaSed her
mind wonderfully. The neishbor had
missed Teddy's departure in the
bathing suit.
The landlady was putting the fin
ishing touches to the hanging of
fresh curtains when she heard the
asthmatic wheeling Of "Mr. Morri
sons car" Her little charge had
returned.
You just hustle up stairs an
take them wet clothes off. Miss Far
rell." was the kind souls greeting
to Teddy.
The girl laughed.
You mean my bathing suit?" she
said with a rising infection. "Oh,
that dried hours ago. Mr.. Morrison
and I dried our suits on tn beach
right on us, of course" she added,
miSchievously.
why didn't you ask your young
man into TIL parlor for spell? It's
all clean an nice now. / jus put
up fresh curt'ns. My! How black
they get in no time, almost" be-
moaned Mrs. Speed, with domestic
concern.
yes" agreed Teddy. It's tn
smoke an dust Of tn city. You just
can't help H."
She made the statement with a
humorous little twinkle in her brown
eyes.
Mrs. Speed nodded gravely as If
the remark We're the Quintcssence
OF a newly discovered truth.
But, rs I was a-sayin,' I've no
objection to lcttin' Mr.. Morrison
visit here with you. You could play
tn funnagraf. Ye know l want you
to feel 9 home here darlint."
"Th&.'s awfuIly kind Of you, Mrs.
Speed. Thanks,"
The landlady remained In the hall.
her gaze following Teddy's ascen
sion Of the stairs. the open robe
Hopping shamclossly behind her.
1T seems she hasn't SO very much
use for Mr.. Morrison" soliloquized
the Lady of the House. II wonder
now if she's stuck on that there
Donald keene Teller. She keeps his
pitcher on her bureau all tn time
cut out O tn Sunday paper. ]
guess it's ono-sidod though, or she'd
have n real photygraf O him. Oh.
well. seems like everyone has their
, troubles; If faint one things san
other--little ups an downs. That's
life"
Home.
Teddy Kissed the word between
her teeth several times. The or
dinarly cozy little room was particu-
larry drab and checrless that night,
Life itself seemed to stretch out in
~ III tdIN "dSlt " IIiSI illilIi'pl'
length before the little sob sister
with little more than Just a prom
Use of pain. She took Don's clipped
picture in her hand and flung her.
self on her bed. The silence Of the
tiny room was broken by the sound
Of convulslvc sobbing
! when are you due at tn Brooks
! home, dear? At what hour. I
mean?"
! Mrs. Keene raised her Eraying
head from the profusion OF pottcd
ferns from which she had been pick
! ing the dead leaves. She acCompa-
MED her question with a smile in
! which there was mingled sweetness
and maternal pride.
About o'clock. mother"
| Donald Keenc rose lazily from his
| wide-h backed wicker chair and
/ leaned over his mother.
I Always fussns with these
! plants" he said, teasingly, catching
one of her fingers burrowing in the
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