The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-07-19

model who lived and died IN norlo
splendor in the most exclusive resi-
dental section OF the city.
Bcrhice was not good girl. But
She had been a rarely beautiful
ono. Girlhood photographs, sup
piled by her heatrbrOkcn mother,
proved that. She had been a slim,
white thing. with crimson mouth.
And golden hair. and little, twin
ing hands.
Many mon had valued her charms
sufficiently TO pay bills that were
many and varied Bernicc had
driven an expensive car, and kept
an expensive maid, had worn beau
tiful clothes, and lived in a costly
apartment
The medical examiner said he
had never seen a woman so perfect
in death. Her hair framed her
white face like a cloud Of golden
glory. and she looked. in her coffin,
more Ike a saint than a sinner.
But. for all her still and lovely
look. Bernice Bradford had died a
dreadful death. She had been
poisoned
BarOWs lawyers would contend
it might have been suicide. Neither
side was prepared to explain the
mastering Of the wedding gown that
hung in Bernicc's closet The state
would naturally declare that a
woman anticipating marriage would
hardly commit suicide. The de-
Tense, on the other hand. was ready
TO allegc that the girl might have
met her death at the hands of an
unknown slayer-thc man whom
She expected to marry. BarroWs,
being married. would be eliminated
from the assumption of the case.
MOLLY went to the reference
1FI room Cthc mOrgue. they called
it. in newspaper parlanceD and
studied pictures of BernicC and the
artist The girl was lovely in a wild
flower sort OF way. Tempestuous,
with daring eyes, and willfuI lips,
ana mad smile.
Lionel BarrOws had a narrow
mouth, and a thin face His fore
head was high, and he wore his hair
rather long. in the fashion Of a poet
He had the wide eyes of dreamer,
and a beautiful Roman nose. It was
impossible, Molly thought to i'm
agine him committing murder
After all She reflected you
never can tell"
And that night she made many
observations n her notebook A
story was shaping Itself in her mind.
The story of woman who died for
love In imagination Molly could
create the woman. And the man
worth dying for would be a man like
Jack. She could fashion the char
acterS. she knew Perhaps the trial
of BarroWs would furnish the plot.
On Sunday, cleaning out her
dressing table drawer, Molly came
upon the little verse she had torn
from a newspaper the day she was
graduated from college. 1t was
some time since she had seen it.
and she read it aloud
"a girl She had hcr hope and chance
But Fate was thNartca by O glance.
4 look that set her heart attire.
So genius died. for warm desire.
70. still the phantom visions GLOW.
Although a world VIII never know
The Shining Talent that WAS dead
So soon as that bright soul was we'd.
dull and stodgv wife is shc
AnG dark the flame that used 10 be.
But always come 10 torture her
The dreams OF things that never we're.
So this IS the song Of tho wife
An, what have ! done with my Hfe2'
Later. as She was hWrying to the
corner for jar OF cream for cof-
fec. She met a messenger with a
special delivery for her Jack put
a special stamp on his Saturday
letters. so she might always hear
from him on Sundays. There were
some boys coming out from the
office for Welsh rarebit that night,