The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-02-05

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'eady to burst. 1 noticed that the
title inside mirror broke when you
iropped your bag in the hotel din
ng room. Are you superstitiousf"
Ruth shivered. Seven years bad
.uck. you mean? Pooh! You can't
scare mel I've just entered on seven
years divine luck-and seven more
and seven more-and seven more"
she chanted.
Jacks mobile, sensitive face went
grave again, almost Swallowed,
Please God you're right, dear
And do what she would that eve
ming and the next, Reth Lester
could not long keep the shadow of
trouble, even fear. out of her low
er's eyes.
True, he ate the dinner that she
cooked for him, and praised her
culinary art extravagantly. But
after the dishes were washed and
restored to the tiny cupboard in
the miniature kitchenet, he slurnped
into gloom again, forgetting to kiss
her for as long as half ar hour at a
time.
She spent most of Sunday in bed,
but contrary to her fears, an actual
cold did not develop. There was just
that odd shiver that ran along her
nerves at the most unexpected
moment.
| CUNDAY evening they ate dinner
~ in the little restaurant to which
Ruth had taken Jack the first time
they had ever eaten together, in
obedience to his whimsical request
that she show him where she got
such potent crumbs that the black
pigeon would eat out of her hand.
ooh, Jack, the poor pigeons!"
Ruth remembered the birds con-
tritely. II was so happy yesterday
that forgot to buy peanuts to feed
them before I left for the weekend.
at meant to do it when I was out
getting Mr.. Bordens' money and
tickets. Poor Satan! Do you think
he'll starve to death before Mon
day? I'll take a lot of crumbs with
me in the morning"
81 don't like that black pigeon!"
Jack surprised Ruth by saying the
absurd words grinly. HE looks too
much like his namesake, Handsome
Harry!"
"Darling!" Ruth laughed. ST do
believe you're jealous of the black
pigeon! He's a greedy scamp, but
have you noticed how the little
white pigeon adores him?
"She'S never far from his side, al
though she's too ti1nid to eat out
of my hand yet. 1 wonder if most
of the pigeons aren't ladies who are
in love with Black Satan.
"He struts about as if he were the
lord of creation wonder,
too," she unused, chow Rita Dubois
is enjoying the weekend. know
she doesn't really care for Harry
Borden"
Lets not talk about that man
again. Jack interrupted vehement
~. Then, as Ruth's delicate little
face flushed and quivered: Sorry,
darling! I'm all on edge. 49,.
Keyed up, I suppose, to my new
responsibilities
Shall we go out to Grandbury
with Cowan next Sunday and look
at the lots? Oh, Ruth! I. do love
you sol Forgive me for being so
difficult last night and tonight. L
lots on my mind. Got to plan a
future for Mr.. and Mrs. John Car
rington Hayward. Love me? Say
it, Ruth!'
1t was not until she was dressing
to go to the office Monday morn
ing that Ruth realized Jack had not
reminded her of her promise to
resign her position as Harry Bor-
denis secretary.
"But-wty should he remind
me?" she reasoned. HE knows I'll
keep my promise, and can under,
stand his not wanting to talk about
! it."
She arrived at the office at 9:15,
though Borden never required her
presence until half past. And his
train was not due from Winter
Haven until 1910.
There was a great pile of letters
on the floor, beneath the slot in the
door, but there was something Ruth
had to do before she opened, read
and sorted the mail. She had not
forgotten the pigeons this time.
Benny Smith had not arrived, al
though he was supposed to open
the offices at q o'clock sharp. OF
course he was taking advantage of
Borden's absence.
Ruth took the dried sponge out
of the little glass dish on her desk,
then emptied into it an envelope
of peanuts and a larger package
| of crumbs. Satan and his harem
should have a feast and not have
to wait until noon for it, either!
Smiling, she opened the door be-
tween her Office and Borden'S pri-
vate Office and, with the glass dish
in her hand, stepped across the
threshold.
The CHASTITY spectacle that met
her eyes robbed her of all power
of motion for the moment, and the
pigeons of their meal. The glass
dish fell to the floor, the peanuts
and crumbs scattering upon the
thick velvet rug. -.
But Ruth did not see thsn, for
her eyes were fixed in a trance of
horror upon the thing that lay near
the window on the floor.
Ito BE Continued)
A murder in Harry Bor1en's Of
flee. And the victim-but read the
next chapter.