The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-09-02
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CHAPTER XLvI-(Continued

CHAPTER xLVI-(ContinueO
Bob was pale and unsteady. He
clutched at the edge of desk, and
teetered uncertainty.
$50 that's i'll" he repeated.
Reds face crimsoned wrathfully.
His temper. among his intinlates,
was proverbial. But Bob had no
way of knowing that. Neither did
he know that Reds smashing left
was more or less famous.
CUDDENLY a hairy fist caught
- him on the chin. The proba-
bility is that Bob did not recognize
it for fist. Because, at the moment
it connected with his chin, he closed
his eyes, and his powers of obServa-
ton forthwith ceased to function.
After some moments he moaned
weakly, and tried to raise his head.
It collided painfully with the leg of
a chair. Then, mercifully, he passed
again into oblivion.
A little later some one came and
threw cold water in his face, and
pressed brandy between his lips.
And Immediately other men came.
They brushed of his clothes. and
retrieved his hat, which had fallen
behind q desk. Then they called
a taxi, and when he had given them
his address, they sent him home. ..
Bob was talking before that,
rather incoherently, of police. He
wanted a warrant. And he talked
of assault and battery. He sur
prised himself by using oaths that
had never before come to his lips.
He did not, in fact, realize that he
harbored such expressions in the
remoteSt corner of his sub-con-
seriousness. The ugly epithets he
used were applied entirely to Red, on
whom he vowed a deep and dread
full vengeance.
The men who wee brushing him
of were newspapermen. They took
the affair with very casual air, as
though they we're used to finding
unconscious people strewn oil over
the place.
Better lay of Red" they adj
nonished. What chance have you
got against a police court man?
Naturally the boys will give him the
breaks. It would be lot of advertiS-
ing that would do you no good"
Eventually he saw the wisdom Of
their advice. He realized that a
story may be fairly presented, but
with enough subtle humor to render
either plaintiff or defendant absurd.
Even for the sake of verdict, he
had no desire to appear ridiculous.
AS the reporters had said, it was
natural that the newspapers should
give Red a break. The inevitable
conclusion would be his own pres
entation in the most ignoble of
roles.
He was determined. however, to
locate Molly and compel the return
of his child. He considered con-
sulting a detective agency, but de-
cided to wait for few days. For
the present, it was better that people
should think Molly had gone away
solely to avoid the insistence of the
press.
He called one of the papers and
dictated statement.
"Reeretting the exploitation Of her
most personal affairs, Miss Burn
ham," he said, has left Boston in
company with my small daughter.
Neither Miss Burnham nor have
any further statement to make at
this time"
Meantime. the re-write men, each
fortified by a copy Of ashes Of De-
sire" were writing various True
Stories of Molly Burnham's Ro-
nance" Assuming that the book
vas photographed. they inter
nreted It as message TO Bob.
TT was a good story. Full of heart
throbs. The re-write men did
rot know that 1t was not true. There
vas Molly's book. from which to
nuote. And there we're certain facts.
They put two and two together.
News was scarce. and good TO
nance Is almost as good as a muir
Ger. any day. Besides. 1t is not
often there is such a chance for an
attractive layout as Mollys pictures
furnished Molly takes a very good
picture, and she had been photo
graphed by the best portrait
photographers in the country. There
we're pictures, too. Of Rita. She is
a delightful child. and has been
photographed oftener. probably
than any child outside of the
movies
Considering all things then, the
s news editors can scarcely be
blamed for plugging the story for
all 10 was worth. on the second
day, the stories were more COM
plefe than on the first. They traced
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