Casper Daily Tribune Newspaper, September 28, 1925, Page 5

MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 28, 1925 Che Casper Daily Cribune and uncommunicative, He was an- gry when they reached the Y. W. Cc. A. and departed quickly with despairing rudeness, PAGE FIVE across a corner and forming a trl- angle. | sould be able to defeat Har New York boy toc yunds to knock hereens 4 Madden Pastor’s Accuser Says “Private “Home, sweet home,” she mured mur- | ~~ The Story CHAPTER 17 Countless thousands of read, as they hung carelessly, to straps, or sweltered in jammed seats in homebound trains, of the little girl, heiress to millions, who Uved at the Ritz and worked in a candy factory at $12 4 week, There was a’ long story “By Henrietta Curry,” with pictures of “‘Amoura Ainsley, the poor little girl, iu her suite at the Ritz, and in her orking clothe: It was good read ing, and the r und remarked about it to thelr wives. “Huh! nin’ her own and livin’ at the Ritz. Huh!” “Aw, Henry, it’s just one of them newspaper stories," Jaw, they got pictures of her.” “Aw, they can fake them.” The story sent reporters of the morning dailies descending upon Amoura for “follow up” material. Thay waylaid her in the lobby she was going to dinner, and even sat down with her at the table to question her, making notes of what she ate, and what she wore. Natu- rally she was the cynosure of the eyes of all those present. And some of those at tables near her, haying the story, and recognized her from the pictures, stood up and gaped as the reporters pursued their questioning. All this happened very quickly, for Amoura ran from the dining-room, like a pursued gazelle, after a few minutes of it, She went to the desk. “Do you not afford some protec- tion to your guests?” fiss Ainsley, they are re- perilously but evening livin,’ “I don't care what They're very obnoxiou: And this the reporters jotted down, and mentioned in their stories, Amoura sighted Gallagher and motioned him to her side. ‘Please, Mr. Gallagher, send these men away.” ‘The detective faced them beligerently. “Why, helfo, Mike,” one of the re- porters greeted him, slapping him on the shoulder. Gallagher's eye twinkled. “Go away, bo and leave the young lady alone. She's been pestered enough today. Go on now, and be good.” Amoura retreated with Gallagher at her side, as the elevator bore her are! persons At 10 o'clock Mr. Bloom appeared at the door, calling, “Missis Ainsley, Missis Ainsley, “Is it a reporter, Mr. Bloom? If it is, I don't care to see him.” 0, NO, it's two Jadies. They say they know you.” ‘Two Indies! Could it be her mother and sister? CHAPTER 18 No, no. It's two ladies, they know you." With puffing Mr. Bloom's words ringing in her ears, Amoura half ran, half walked to the doer. Work ceased in the wrapping room. The boss’ all enveloping glare made the hundred pairs of hands busy again. Two girls stood in the hallway Amoura was thrilled by the sight of them. Betty McCuen and Cicely Swiftsbn! She had not seen them since they were together at Bryn Mawr, and there they were meeting again in such a-place! She ran to them and gave each a kiss, “Go into my office, ladies, go into my office, awed by the aparel of the visitors, and by the limousine he could see from the windows. Without paying any attention to him, Betty and Cicely drew Amoura with them onto a bench. We read about you in the paper and couldn't resist coming to see you, precious old thing. Whatever put this into his head? Mr. Bloom disappeared. Amoura shrugged. “I’m tired of trying to explain, and I won't say another thing about it,"". Momen- tarily the subject was dropped, but it crept n here and there as they chattered for half an hour on a variety of subjects. Amoura talked but little, and smiled at thelr ques- tions. Finally she suggested that she had “better go back to worl.” “We won't go until you promise to come out to Lake Forest for the week-end.” “I'll come.” “Call me ;up—Lake Forest ex- change—and tell me when you're coming and I'll send a car to the Ritz to bring you out.” “I'm not living there now. I'm homeless. I’m at the ¥Y. W. C. A. for the present, but I don’t intend to stay there. I don’t know where I live.” They regarded her with puzzled countenances. Was she mad? Cicely spoke: “Why don’t you live They up to the fifth story, resolved tolat one of the settlement houses— leave the hotel that very evening. Enough was enough, After packing up her belongings and slipping into the same costume she wore to the city, she called the cashier, asked oe her tement to be made ready. Then she had Gallagher paged, and over the telephone, asked him to go to a drug store and get her a box of face powder. He consented, al- though he was rather put out at having to do such a thing, and de- cided he wouldn't encourage it. ‘Then, giving him time to leave the lobby, she swiftly descended, paid her bill, piled her baggage in a taxi, and instructed the chauffeur ‘to “drive around a while.” She want- ed to collect her thoughts, and de- cide how to go about getting another place to stay at this hour of the night. The driver, used to sugh or- ders, turned into Michigan boule- vard. By the time he reached Ran- dolph street, Amoura decided to try the Y. W. Ce A. She had not/ wanted to go there, but now she could think of nothing else. And there she spent the night. Three photographers were on the scene to take pictures of “HEIRE: PUNCHING CLOCK AT 7:30 A. M Amoura’s arrival in the cloakroom created a small sensation. Several copies of the newspaper containing the story were lying about, worn by many examinations. Grace, nervous with excitement, ran up to Amoura, and tried to speak, but her teeth chattered and a tongue caught. The forelady was all smiles. “And how are you this morning, Miss Ainsley?” Amoura, though her nerves were on edge, bore it all with dignity, and went nonchalantly to work. Though the girls whispered. among themselves Yor another hour, and looked Cur- tively at Amoura with awe, soon the wrapping-room returned to normal. This period of calm was shortlived. University of Chicago, Northwestern, or one of the others. I've heard they're good.” “That's not a bad idea. TI sup- pose their addresses are in the tele- phone book... . I'll come out Sat- urday. You two musn’t come here again. It disrupts the organization, as you see, and may cause me to lose my job. In fact I'm expecting ;to be fired because I refused to ‘date up’ with the boss’ son. Such is life among the unwashed.” She laughed and left them. And the two girls talked of noth- ing else all day, To Cicely Swiftson and Betty McCuen such conduct was incomprehensible. “Tl tell you, Betsy, we'll invite In such a folly bunch, and give her such a good time that she'll forget all about his nonsense.” “I don't know,” Betty replied, “Amoura always was a queer one. . . . I wonder if there is a man‘at the bottom of all this, You know girls do queer things when they get tangled up in love." “Look at you, for instance.” That day Amoura gulped her us- ual-glass of milk and hurried to the general delivery window at the post. office. “Haven't you got an address in the city?” the attendant asked her. “Not yet.” She didn't know that the postoffice frowned on aiding girls to deceive parents by means of the special de- livery privileges, and rather resented the questions. But her frown dis- appeared when three ,letters were handed over. There was one from her mother, one from her grand- mother, and two from Philip Wein- rich, First she tore open the en velope from Grandma Ainsley. Then she read her mother’s sorrowful, but philosophic lines. In the envelope was a check for $500, drawn on her te 3 Share ree T OUR WAY, ‘ own account. She poked these into her purse and tore open Philip's let- ters as she left the building, $ The second caused her to pause in the street, with throngs pushing around her, She forget where she was, forget everything, as she read: $ - And I'm coming to you back. You will have to come; for I will make you.” She put the letter with the others, and walked on. “We'll see,” she murmured, firmly, CHAPTER 19 Over and over that afternoon Philip Weinrich's omnious words reverberated in Amoura Ainsley’s mind until her very fingers, encas- ing candy in waxed paper with dull monotony, moved to the rythm of them: “... And I'm coming to bring you back, You will have to come; for I will make you.” She suspected that she was more in love with Philip than she had ever allowed herself to believe. But her mind was made up. “We'll see," she told herself determinedly. Her thoughts were thus far from Mr. Bloom's factory and Monte Carla Chocolates when— “Just as I suspected, just as I suspected.” Samuel Bloom was standing at her side, beaming, Amoura’s eyes went back to her work, “I knew you weren't what ‘you pretended to be," he went on, look- ing about him contemptuously. One girl, a few yards away, stuck her tongue out at him; others giggled deprecatingly, And Amoura thought, “What an ass!’ The incident spur- red her to decide at last to leave the candy factory. Besides, it occurred to her, she must make it difficult for Philip to find her. When she; got up and went directly to the front | office, . young, Bloom, — surprised | watched her apprehensively; was she : going to complain to his father? He followed her. \ “I think I'd better ve," she told the older man, '@ become too | much of a disturbing element here. I'm sorry I've caused you so much inconvenience, “Vy, Miss Ainslee,” puffed, with fallen face ‘Vy ... You stay if you like; you stay !f you Uke.” Only that morning Mr. Bloom had sold the Enterprise Drug Stores, Inc,, 1,000 boxes of Monte Carlo Chocolate for sale as “CANDY MADE BY THE MILLION DOLLAR WORKING GIRL," and he was pre- paring to make extensive use of the idea. the brilliant inspiration of the advertising manager of the drug store chain. And Mr. Bloom had on his desk at that moment a news- paper that contained his picture and a story, “MILLION DOLLAR TOIL. ER'S BOSS WANTS TO HIRE MO HEIRESSES; SAYS THEY MAKE BEST WORKERS.” “Ve can pay you twenty-five dol- lahs a week," he beamed. bring he She answered him with a know- ing smile. “No, Mr. Bloom; I pre- fer to leave. If you will pay me what is-due—, Samuel edged to her side when his father went to give the cashier the necessary order. ‘Please allow | me to drive you to your hotel,” he | said, in what he supposed was 1 highly polished manner. “My road: ster is out front,’ “Why not?" she thought, “I'l never see him again.” There was conscious condensation in her re- sponse. ‘Yes, you may.” Outside, a package containing her apron now a symbol of experience, under her arm, she felt a sense of re- Nef. She accepted Samuel Bloom's as- sistance in seating herself in the roadster as impersonally as if he were the family chauffeur, and she did not notice that the gripped her arm suggestively in giving the assist- ance. “I'm living at now,” she sald, the motor. | “Oh, I thought you were at the| Ritz.” He was annoyed because she did not respond, Other efforts he made to engage her in conversa: | tion were fruitless; whatever re-| marks she made were conventional “5 --By Williams the Y. W.-C. A when he started OH RUSSELL! PA" WantsTa »| BORROW TEN CENTS ouTA ”* YouR BANK FER, GARFARE SAN THEN GANT NOBODY GET PT OPEN. BUT YOU. C'MON! HURRAY UP? HE GANT Go T WORK TILL HE GETS IT, ag coat ide MW MAW AMA i at LP ht /////1/hf (Ae GRAY. afeeathey GE Ly eek tees. TRMLLIAIS |e 1098 BY MEA SERVICE, INC. they house. They sent her to a modest home on the South Side, with a note to the landlady, Mrs. Amelia Stone. It vas far out—beyond one run, an The rest of the afternoon she de- voted to finding a “home.” ing Cleely Swiftson’s suggestion, she went first to one of the settlement ‘They noted her clothes and looked at her oddly, room houses. ‘ark, but Amoura was willing then to sentence herself to long, weary- ing rides morning and evening in order to live where there were trees She liked it at first sight; and Mrs, Stone's kindly face caused her to engage the room when it was shown to her, without further ado. “It's ten dollars a week, Including every morning The girls like to sleep late then, and I don't fix breakfast for anybody except me and Mr, Stone. have four other girls, but pair together, gle room I have, son's” in the war.” quaint little smile, to have someone nice in It.” Amoura paid her $20, down with her belongings to survey her surroundings more Tt was a cheaply papered room, jut-|_ NEW the cottage proper, Ls and evidently was an addition made after the construction of the house, There were windows on two sides, |!" looking out yard” and street; the other gave a view of a small garden and chicken y Upon the walls were two col- legiate banners and an advertising Besides the plain white iron bed with a squeak, there were © small table, too small for use as a mannish chiffonier with inconvenient mirror; a rocking ‘, and a space for clothing made anging a heavy, gaudy curtain! pt and flowers. breakfast Sunday. ting out enlendar. a desk; () for her there—they had a waiting list, she was told—but could recommend a private She paused, from This is the only sin- She went on with a he decideq that Saturday would | an inopportune time to seek work | ais k t and so the next morning she ¢ ve} a pacer err 1 sleepy reply to Mrs. Stone's break. | 4 eke fast call and kept to her bed until _ 10 o'clock. Then, having called Cle- ely & , she w t downtown— to the Ritz lobby—to meet the auto- mobile sent in for her. And o'clock she had her first satisfying lunch in many days. She was again in the midst of luxury, She was again among her own people (To be continued) | The next chapter: A Declaration TUNNEY HAILED 7 4) WHEN TAUGK GOES OF AS CONTENDER SAT GREEK HICH Real Danger to Crown Sunday ‘when thet ihe tn Seen in Fight With Jack Dempsey. By FAIR PLAY (Copyright, 1925, Casper Tribune) YORK, Sept. 28 » box: fled Genne unney, New York heavyweight, as a real contender for Jack Dempsey’'s title. the opinion of New York's ex- Perts, the fans are not far wrong |. their belief that, if they meet, kc have a hard time to hold t wn. If Dempsey encounters that same crushing right which, followed by short left hook, made ring history ay night at Minneapolis by put- leep in the n will need ability for standing But perhaps the colored boy over Follow- . Wire to God” Revealed Heresy |: rounds, when the enough to stand up for Jack Dempsey Billy Gibson, Gene’s m ready to take on Wills if ne but would ke a chance up the movie actor's par as soon a Billy's w a mer There was no usually ease. e prelim Washington aren except injureé they It used to be my irned o' “He was killed rn Detroit conference of the Methodist Episcop vestigating charges of heresy brought against I (left) pastor of Central Methodist church, president of Northwestern University. “Through a private wire to God, a divine wire in my heart, I have been told that Dr. Hough ¢ thie Beall & was heretical,” says Dr. Levi Bird (right) of Port Sanilac Mich ‘ ia Hanna the accusér, 2 fe ’ 1 al church is in uynn Harold Hough Detroit, and former | ‘é Howard, 13 janitor of iffered a fractured 8 Carrie Jackson, 1418 I ad “I always Uked and sat street intimately. een | ofthe seit »ken rib. arm Wills will have a chance to test that : punch before Dempsey. and he would be even more The injured persons we Madden, who never had been| ble to Der When he Natrona Memorial hosp knocked out before, certainly earned rir night he ig SS eee the eight thousand dollars he was | 156 inds less paid for letting Tunney work on|the game ian whom he him, ‘To stand up to a punch like] into a cor dnd that which Gene uncérked was more brawn to h worth something besides all the| an’ iat thar sters and stripes and comets he saw t snap behind his pun: | before he same to, at the count of mor force th nine, only to fall asl gain before | hofore Harry a loft jab. rr Give. 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