Evening Star Newspaper, November 19, 1929, Page 37

A Red-Headed Girl By Henry Kitchell Webster Copyright 1929, North American Newspaper Alliance and Metropolitan Newspuper Service. SYNOPSIS. Martin Forbes, a_reporter, meets Rhoda McFarland, who is known as Rhoda White. He vecalls’ an_ad in the personal columns @ newspaper asking for information re- arding a Rhoda McFarland. After over- a conversation between a man called , Forbes is sure 10 understand; that his interest in her affairs s unwelcome, The tncident recalls vividly the scemes of a_few years ago, when her {gther's sudden misforiune and disgrace set them apart from other people. After hi death she had chanped her name and found work, ~She shared an apartment with Bade Jennings and was fairly Rappu. But mow the: incident in the dance hall disturds her. Ang Babe adds 0 her comfusion by saving that Lewis has asked her whether Rhoda’s name isn't McFarland. FIFTH INSTALLMENT. ARTIN'S day's work was yawn- ing for him in the local room, but he didn’t go there. He went into the morgue instead, on the chance that he'd find there some scrap of information about Max Lewis. The search was much bet- ter rewarded than he'd expected, though there was nothing fresher than four years old, and it naturally threw no di- rect light on the man's present activi- ties, Max had had his promenade in the public eye by virtue of a breach of promisé suit for one hundred thousand dollars that had been brought against him by a chorus girl. He'd written her the usual half dozen imbecile love letters. All that gave them interest, either to the public or to the chorus girl herself, had been the fact that Max, though it wasn't clear that he had any property of his own, had a vested right, so to speak, uncle who might be expected to settle the girl's claim. It didn’t appear from ing in the file that he had, though he gave the reporters a rather pictur- esque interview on his nephew’s behalf. The only direct find for Martin in the mess . was the uncle’s name and ad- dress. It was “Charles J. Forster,” and he was spoken of as a capitalist with large ofl interests in various parts g! the mm%chaflen J. Forster, “C.J."! ed up his address, He Jived at the Worcester Hotel. ‘The next would be to interview. 'Says He Suffered Day and | Night and Was Hardly Able to Work Before Using . the Herb Extract “To say that Miller's Herb Extract (formerly called Herb Juice) helped | me would be a mild way to express | the remarkable change this medicine made in my general health. admit that in all the 65 years of my life I have never used its equal. MR. CHAS. D. ROLLS This statement given a few days | ago by MR. CHAS. D. ROLLS, who resides at Riggs and Sargent Roads, | Chillum, Md. 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Bowels, also liver, act regularly, and this medi- cine has more poison out of me than I thought was possible to be in & 's system. I now work hard all day and do not mind it at . When I go to bed I sleep sound- 1y and do not get up at all hours on | account of the kidneys as I did in past. Miller's Herb Extract helped me when nothing else would, and I cannot praise it too highly.” Owing to the great demand for Miller’s Herb Extraet (formerly called Herb Juice), we have found it neces- ce another representative | gton. These men, who are here to explain this great medicine, are located at Store No. 2, 505 7th | Street N.W. and Store No. 9, 3lst and M Streets (Georgetown), of the Peoples Drug Stores. If you are not enjoying good health stop at one of these stores today and learn how this famous medicine has helped thou- | sands here in Washi .gion. in an authentically rich bachelor |1 | that had flared up between but it didn't seem like that. Rhoda looked listless and depressed. Babe seemed to be bursting with some- thing. She was excited, and she was trying to be mysterious. She was con- cerned about Rhoda, too, judging from the way her gaze foliowed the other girl ;| whenever she moved about the room. During the dinner the bell rang and the rather nondescript visitor whom Babe admitted announced himself as a name- taker for the new city directory. He his | wanted to get the names and o tions of everybody who lived in the apartment. Rhoda, didn't much like the idea of giving them to him, but she made no open®ob- jection, and Babe recited them while he wrote them down. He had to have Rhoda’s name spelled for him. There was no real reason for doubting that he was what he g‘rneunm to be, man_almost asking him to show his Pages | he went back to his the man turned a rather look on him. But something officious every time he was with Rhoda, nor to do anything tonight that would add to her disquiet. It was probably nothing but It wasn't, though, something had happened girls. Babe. eventually gave that away completely. It transp! that she had a date at 9 o'clock and she seemed worried over the idea of leaving Rhoda in order to keep it. She even offered, in what she meant for a confidential aside, to break this date, so that Rhoda, f Martin went home early, should not be alone in the studio. Rhoda vetoed the proposal, and the cloud over Martin's spirits lifted as he vealized that she meant to let him stay n to upset the days? It’s the cold. Change today. Martin _thought, | PeR Does your motor turn over with a drag when you start it these STAR, he | seem nice loyal “Oh, she is!” Rhoda assented. “But she’s about as easy to see into as a gold- fish bowl. She she wouldn't let you ;\upecn t;utm b.g hap- pened here, and she’s gone off now without the faintest idea that she’s given anything away.” Then she went on, “I'll tell you what its was: there was a burglar here this afternoon.” “Did he get away with anything— important?” “He got three hundred dollars of mine,” she said. “I'm ashamed to ad- mit T was so silly as to keep a lot of money like that in cash in my room. I'd had it under the paper lining of one of my bureau drawers. Probably that was the first place he looked.” Martin thought most likely it was, but, instead of saying so, he asked if they had any idea when it had hap- ed, or how the man had got in. “It would be an easy place to into any time during the day,” s admitted, ruefully. “The dressmaking people leave the outer door unlocked, 50 that their customers can come right up. Our door wasn't broken, but I suppose a burglar could have pickea the lock easily enough.” Martin took “The way this lock’s put on,” he told her, “any one could open it with a kitchen knife.” She didn’t say a h‘lw that an chair. “Was the $300 all he took?” he asked last. af “Wasn't it enough?” she countered. was afraid it was thin ice, and he didn't want, to get her angry with him lfin. but ‘he ventured to answer: “No-~that is, I wasn't surprised at the burglary, but I was surprised that he took money. Haven't you missed any- thing else? A document of some sort, or a letter—or perhaps a photngrnphf I'm just guessing, you see.” She remarked: “I don’t think you're exactly guessing. ‘You're thinking about Mr. Lewis and the things you heard that woman telling him last night. But I haven't any document or any letter—I mean I haven't lost any— and I don't own any photographs, ex- cept of Babe and Doris and Isabel.” “I was thinking about Lewis,” he 5 her. WASHINGTON, confessed. “I know a little more about him than I did last night. I wanted to | will find out what he was up to, especially after Babe told me he'd taken her home last night and asked her ques- tions about iY‘cm." He thought she held her breath while she waited for him to go on. “He isn't what anybody would call a valuable citizen, but, at that, he doesn't like the man to break in here and steal your $300. He wrote some indiscreet letters to a chorus girl once and she sued him for a hundred thou- sand. Probably she wouldn't have done it if he hadn’t had a rich, respectable uncle she ho) would buy her off. His name's Charles J. Forster. He lives at the Worcester Hotel. Did you ever hear of him?” Apparently she attached no im- portance to the question, for shu answered it with a mere absent shake of the head. “I want to tell you another thing, Rhoda,” he went on. “I am sure thau the man who's heen advertising for the address of Rhoda McFarland is the same man. Charles J. Forster.— C. J—do you see? The man they were talking about last night.” “But I don't know who he is!” shc told him, vehemently. Then, sudden- ly intent, she asked, “Did you do any- thing else?” “There was only one thing left to do, and that was to look him up and ask him why he was advertising—for And—and I didn’'t want fo do Lul’nc unless you sald you wanted me She thought that over for a mo- ment before she spoke. She wasn't angry him, though, as he'd feared she would be. “You might have asked him,” she sald at last. “After what I told you last night, you might have argued that it was no affair of mine what you found out about—her. But I'm glad you didn’t. Please don't do 1t, Martin. Let me tell you a little, and then don’t try to find out anything more. “I'm Rhoda White now, but I used to be Rhoda McFarland. The only person who'd to find me would be my uncle, William Royce. Mr. Forster must be working for him. He {right- ened me so when I was a little girl that I've never got over being afraid of him. He was cruel to my father and wanted to take me away from him, then. ‘We ran away so0 that he couldn’t. “I was only 16 when my father died and I was afraid that if Uncle Willlam heard about it and knew where I was he’'d get me then. one else, you see. name and got & job on the Ne#s. A Martin, I don’t want anything changed. D. C., TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 19 Ymvu%‘&dnmythmgwmmv. u; “No, I won't do anything you don’t! want me to,” he said. Then he did a :m.lz mental -mhmt&cu & ‘l’:‘n?:t" was WO years ago, you're 3 “Do you mind?” she asked him serl- ously. "50." he said, “I don’t mind at all” After a while she said, “How did you find out all that about Max Lewis and the chorus girl?” X “It was all in the morgue,” he told her. “It took about 10 minutes.” ‘Then she said: “Let's forget about the whole thing, will you? Will you sagree that the burglar was just & plain burglar who was perfectly satisfied with my $300, and that Mr. Forster and Mr. Lewis were only trying to find me—to settle a bet, or for some silly reason like that? And then, Martin, will you take me somewhere where we can dance?” “You bet I will,” he said. “I'll agree to the whole program—for the rest of the evening—if you'll let me say just one thing first.” She considered this request, but finally said, “All right; just one, though.” “If you're really 18 years old . . “I really am,” she interrupted, “—al- “Hurrah!” he said. “We'll have a ‘Well, then, on Halloween you'll come of age, d you'll have no more reason to be afraid of your uncle than I have. He'll have no authority over you. And even in the meantime I don't see that he could do very much. That'’s all. Now let's go.” Downstairs in the vestibule she noticed that there were some letters in their mailbox. 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