The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-01-15

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Affectionately, Aunt Hattie
This was Aunt Hattie's revenge;
her way of letting Ann know that
she had not been forgiven for leav-
ing Greenfield, for not being willing
TO follow the narrow pattern of life
Aunt Hattie would have arranged
for her.
Aunt Hattie had said. IF you
desecrate my poor brothers home
with sale I'll wash my hands OF
you, Ann"
And she had.
There was nowhere else Ann could
90 Uncle Eds family had troubles
enough without asking him to take
n a poor, sick niece.
We'll" Ann thought, I'm not the
first girl who has faced the same
problem. I haven't the money to
take rest, and no place to go to
have one. That's all there is to It'll"
There was nothing to do but go
on working-hoping to get through
the winter somehow.
She was feeling very tired to-
night, and it had not been a busy
day. What would it be like during
the Christmas rush? 1t really wasn't
fair TO those two dear old people to
be dragging through her work, half
sick. They needed some one well
and strong for the holidays.
The doctor had said, Some place
nice and quiet, where you can get
out in the open daily"
The thought came suddenly. 1t
electrified Anne. Why not?
Did your letter bring good news?"
Sheila asked.
mo, but I've decided to go away.
Would it inconvenience you if 1 left
tomorrow, Sheila?''
Not bit. I'll get Gertrude AL
len to come in until I get settled.
Gosh, I'll miss you, Ann. Where are
you going? To Greenfield"
mo, to a nice, quiet little place.
III write you after l get there"
lust little place to wait in I'M
- til she got strong. And then?
But she could not look ahead.
The rents due tomorrow. Every
thing is happening at the right
time" said the practical Sheila.
Cant 1 help you pack?"
NO, thanks. There's such a little
to pack"
You do need clothes, Ann" Shei-
la said. Il hope some day you'll
have nice things like mine. You
won't get to see them. 1t will be
two weeks before get my things
out Of the 1ay-away.'"
Il want to send you something"
Ann said. Shall it be foolish or
practical?"
Something borrowed, something
blue" Sheila sang out. please just
give me some little thing for luck.
I know you can't afford to give me
anything, Ann"
Ann thought Of the lovely under
things she had left in the apart
ment when she ran away, the ex~
quisite silver fox neckpiece, her
sable coat, the ermine- trimmed
velvet evening wrap, suits, hats,
dresses The ring that was like a
drop of white fire. Her pearls.
1t was all like a dream now. If
she should tell Sheila about the life
she had lived for a brief while
Sheila would think she had sud-
denly lost her mind.
Sheila said: Ann, if I were you
wouldn't raise that window that
opens near the fire escape"
''Why?"
I've seen a man hanging around
this block. I've seen him twice
just hanging around. 1t made me
kind Of nervous"
The same man was standing in
the gloomy court, near the steps,
when Sheila returned from work
that afternoon. Gertrude Allen was
with her.
L beg your pardon"
Sheila tried to pass him, but he
barred the way. rs your name
Sheila Davis?"
We'll, what if it tsp"
as there girl named Ann Jones
with you?"
What business is it of yours?"
I'm trying to locate Miss Jones.
Is there some place where we can
talk?"
Sheila faced him belligerently.
mo, there isn't. I will say you've
a new kind of approach, but I've
other things on my mind and you're
cluttering up my path"
Listen here, sister. You've got
me wrong. I'm a detective" He
turned back his coat.
Sheila smiled contemptuously
"Where'd you pick that up?"
MILDRED said nervously, Maybe
1V1 he is a detective, Sheila."
Maybe he isn't. Anyway, nobody
could make me believe Ann had
done anything wrong"
The strange man said, your
friend hasn't done anything that
would get her into trouble. We are
trying to locate her for her hus-
band. That's ALL"
Her husband? Tell me another
one!"
Take look at tins. Ever see
anybody like her before?" He pulled
glossy photographers print from
his pocket and handed it to Sheila.
Its Ann Jones. all right" Sheila
said slowly.
You made a little mistake" the
detective said, putting the picture
back in his pocket. She's Ann
Kendall"
"What?"l
Mrs. Peter Kendall. Now let's
have it. Where is she?"
Sheila sat down on the step.
Pinch me, Gertrude. What this