The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1933-07-01
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he told me how much I mean to
him. He's threatened my life if
leave him"
"Lidal"
L can't seem TO see any way out!
7 can't bring myself to give him
that blow just now. Vance. He's
been-so disappointed Aunt Ella
left him s1O0!o
But you said
4 know, dear, but how could I
foresee?"
I'm not going TO let anything
keep US apartr Vance said. Ida
had not known that his chin could
be so hard
oh, dear!" she whimpered. She
covered her face.
XXTHEN Vance left an hour later
w he realized that she was firm
in her resolve not to ask for a
divorce. Miserable, he hurried to
his favorite speakeasy. Two cock
tails and he felt somewhat cheered.
An hour later he was unsteady
on his feet but certain otherwise
and smiling grimly. He summoned
a taXicab and went to his rooms.
There he took from a desk drawer
small Spanish revolver and in
spected it.
All right he murmured thick
ly. He put it into a pocket, re-
turned to his waiting cab.
Where to?" the driver asked.
Park avenue. Know the number
cant seem to remember" How
ever, with a seconds thought he had
it. wilkins, spelling the night door.
man, opened the taXicab door. 1t
was that Carter man again, he saw.
The one who had been coming there
so much to see Mrs. Stafford. And
more shot" than usual. too.
Smiling cynically, wilkins watched
Vance Carter lurch toward the ele-
vatOrs.
wilkins saw Vance Carter FUN
bling in rear pocket as he stepped
into the elevator that had come
rushing down in response to his
ring Wilkins supposed he was
reaching for a flask. you need
another drink" Wilkins thought
scornfuny.
The elevator boy Winked at the
doorman; Wilkins raised his stocky
shoulders and again turned toward
the street.
A moment later tenants of the
fourteenth floor heard a shot. They
thought. rushing Historically to-
ward the elevator corridor, that
the sound had come from above.
TL1NoR was wiping dishes for
Il Bessie, painstakingly and a
trifle slowly, when the telephone
rang. you go, Junior" Bessie
called. Mothers hands are in the
dish water"
Bert moved toward the dark rear
hall where Junior was barking,
"Hello!" Bert had a girl and didn't
want the family to know He was
aware rom past experiences of
the Raging that would be his if
they got onto it.
"Mother" Junior called, turning
toward the kitchen. Its Benson.
He wants to speak to you"
yes, Benson?" she said a mo-
ment later Mrs. Thorpe speak
ing. You wished to speak to me?
WHAT?"
There was a moments pause.
Bessie turned from the telephone.
Jim" she called steadily, take
ElinOr into the front room and
show her that nice little footrest
Sexton made at school. Then she
turned again to the telephone.
Just a minute, Benson"
Elinor followed docilely, but she
was troubled almost alarmed. Her
aunt's tone had been sharpened by
some real shock. Elinor was afraid
something unpleasant had hap
pened. She admired the footrest
generously. but she continued to
wonder and worry.
Bessie was slow to appear. Elinor
heard her calling her husband,
heard him coming down the stairs.
Then there was an interval pune
tuated by the sibilant, buzz broken
silence that means a whispered
colloquy.
TO Be Continued