The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1933-12-23
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surprise. We'll. I guess it was late
when I got here" she admitted.
Aunt Kate looked the soul of placid
domesticity. She was small, rath-
er stout woman with gray hair
knotted high on her head, pink
cheeks and blue eyes which. just
then, bore a mild expression behind
their gray shell-rimmed spectacles.
How was the picture?" he asked.
well, I've seen better" Aunt Kate
said critically. The acting was all
right, but I didn't think so much
Of the plot. 1t was about a girl who
fell in with a gang Of crooks and
then shot a man because she didn {
know she loved him-until after
ward. Then she found it out and
went to prison and reformed"
Aunt Kate went on, naming the
star Of the picture. She was aw-
fully good in the sad parts" she
said. L didn't care much for the
rest of it though. The leading man
was new one I've never seen be-
fore. Had kind of funny way he
parted his hair. don't think like
him much"
She chartered on. David discov-
cred that he was not listening and
then presently heard her words
again.
THE reason I didn't get home
sooner" Aunt Kate was saving.
was because I stayed to see the
vaudeville acts. 1 missed them The
first time and I wanted to see Tracy
King. He's the young fellow who
leads the band, you know. Master
of ceremonies, they call him. Well,
sir-he didn't show up at ALP
What was the matter?"
I'm sure 1 don't know!" Another
young fellow came out on the stage
and just said that Mr.. King
would1t be there"
Aug Kate, are you trying to tell
me that you've fallen for one Of
those sleek haired masters of cere-
mony? At your age? I'm surprised
at you'll
TITS aunt's gaze held sharp re-
II buke. Il haven't fallen for
him. as you put it, she said, "but
somebody else has. That's the rea-
son 1 wanted to get a good look at
him. You remember Denise Lang,
don't you? She must have been in
short dresses when you were here
last. A little thing with light curly
hair and blue eyes"
You mean the Lang that makes
the hair tonic and patent medi-
cine and had the big house out on
Sheridan road? Didn't know he had
a daughter"
well, he has. She's grown into a
beautiful young woman, too. Denise
must be about 18-no, I guess she's
10. Well, last week her engage
ment was announced to this Tracy
Kingl"
1.-The orchestra Ieader?" Bannister
whiStled softly. Lang must be
worth close to million, isn't hep
More like two million, guess,
Kate Hewitt shrugged. I'm not
saying anything against any one
but a young man like that is NO
match for Denise Lang, the richest
and prettiest girl in Tremontl ]
guess there have been plenty OF
o<hers crazy about this young fellow
though. Lily Evans was talking
about it the other day. They in
vited him to the parties out at the
country club and all that"
The sausages and mullins had
been consumed. David, finishing his
second cup of coffee, glanced about
the room uncomfortably.
Want the paper, don't your" his
aunt volunteered. II forgot to bring
it in. Go and get it, David"
He arose, disappeared into the
hall and then was back with the
folded newspaper under his arm
Still standing, he spread out the
pages.
His aunt heard his short, sharp
ejaculation and turned.
What is it?" she demanded
whats the matter?"
David Bannister thrust the news
paper before her. Guess your or
chestra leader was murdered last
night" he told her. Look at this!'
The glaring headlines read;
TRACY KING, BAND LEADER
SLAIN IN HOTEL" But it was not
at that headline Bannister was
staring. His eyes were fixed on two
lines in smaller type below.
Ito Be Continued