The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-05-06

WHATS wrong! YouS not trying
to be sick, too, are you?"
"Of course not, but I'm tired
and"
We'll, you sure look tired. 1
think maybe you better stay in bed
tomorrow, Mary Della"
"What'd I tell you?" demanded
Mr. Chubb, dropping his paper.
Just grunt once and she's got you
sick"
We'll there's no use you trying to
make out you're not sick, pop" Mrs.
Chubb declared. You know your
self you groaned all night and you
couldn't hardly sit up in bed when
you tried to get out this morning."
But you acted like it was a lot
worse'n it was" Mr.. Chubb replied,
recognizing that defeat was
inevitable.
Mary Della looked at her fathers
drawn face and another fear was
added to her already overburdened
little heart1
Where you really sick, pop?" she
asked, affecting casual tone.
"SGy!" Mr.. Chubb fairly beloved.
If you two keep on, you'll have
me in the hospital. Talk about
something else"
But long after the others had
gone to bed Mary Della set alone in
the living room thinking how COM
plicated life had become almost
overnight. 1t was bad enough to
have this other thing hanging over
her without-She cried little and
went to her room, thinking of her
father when she could first re-
member him, a big, robust, jolly
man who held her at arms length
and made faces at her. Years and
years ago.
NTHEN a Yale man purchases a
w pipe he goes into executive
conference with his intimates and
makes his selection only after he
has satisfied himself and those in
whom he has confded his inten-
tons that the article is as near the
thing Yale man should smoke as
it is possible to secure.
But why all this palaver about
pipes? 1t so happens that George
IacKray just had invested $25 or
$50 in a new pipe, after praying
over the choice with the assistance
of Robert Henley Calkman III.
George" said Robert, as they
came out of the smoke shop: This
is Monday evening"
Il agree with you," declared
George, 1t is high time we began
the new week with call on our
bootlegger."
For a change, I'm thinking
about something important, George
Have you seen the evening pa
pers?"
I'D forgotten all about it..
There's a kid by the P o. station
I'll get one" George put two fin
gers between his teeth and produced
a shrill whistle. The newsboy
wheeled in his tracks and came run
ming.
Together they surveyed the first
page, but saw nothing Of Importance.
They were expecting too little.
Suddenly Roberts eye fell on the
largest type on the sheet: Murder
Mystery Stirs Waterbury,"
It was all there, all the facts as
they appeared in the Waterbury
American the same afternoon.
Robert handed the paper to
George and rammed his clinched
hands into his coat pockets.
BY heavens! That is a mystery,
George. I won't go into details. but
I tell you that woman was dead.
More than dead. I saw her!" His
jaw was set and there were distinct
lines across his forehead.
Then who moved the body, Bob?
1t didn't get up and walk. did it?"
L wish I knew" declared Rob-
ert And there's that note to
the police -
Il was just about to ask you. who
could have written that?"
Mary Della. presumably. Who
else? Poor kid, she was going
through the same mental agony that
I was until you told me it had been
moved. You can't blame her"
.
THEY walked along saying Moth
l. ing for some time. Arrived at
Hardness hall. they stood by the
door and looked at the paper again.
1T seems to me, Bob" said
George, that your little friends
spilled the beans. I hope you've
considered the possibility of a call
from the police"
Robert shook his head.
Il don't think so, George. 1t says
the police are of the opinion that
the note was written by woman
using her left hand. You see she's
simply tried to relieve her con-
science without giving us away"
Something's got to be done,
George.H