New Britain Herald Newspaper, July 11, 1929, Page 12

© 1929 # N SERVICE INC THURSDAY, JULY 11, 1923 _— stocked with an expensive law i ad won her man without |the bosses mow, and don’t have to| Haskel, the case being presented |job from her — the most intimatc bra Two big overstuffed arm- aying the woman who so richly |do your own typing, and I'm just|by fornier Judge Charles Jennifer |contact with John Curtis Morgan Chairs, covered with dark red | deserved to be betrayed. She had |crazy to get really into (his work.|and heard by Judge Haskell ‘in [that she had ever known. What P = e——= ) 2 lexpert touch. A small fireplace, |if Iris was hanpy with her embez- [ [ never' saw anyone typewrite so|the state and former district at- | Alone again, Nan stared about ! 4/ . fitted with ife-like coals and «m- | zler-lover, Herbert S. Crawford, of |fast in my life!” she added, Witn |torney, had secured an uncontested |her private office and suddenly A 'l..‘ frem which electric heat would perfidy John Curtis Morgan |ingenuous admiration. “You coull|divorce from beautiful Iris Craiz | hated it as if 1t had been a prison \ ) ‘| i iater radiate — purely for the sake |still had not the faintest suspicion |dictate it to me. I'll het it is hard | Morgan The decree was granted | Another girl, cager, pretty, young A 7 [of effect Wide low: Boalkosses k God—Nan cried in her heart | for you to remember you're one of [on July 23 by Judge Benjamin|hero-worshipping, had stolen her | | THIS HAS HAPPENED John Curtis Morgan is madly in ove with his beautitul wife, Iris Nan Carroll. Morgan's secretar foves him. She has a fine honor, however, and determines to leave his employ. She lingers when she hears Morgan is to defend a suppnsed friend, Bert Crawford, in- dicted for embezzlement. Curtis Mol age, 6, innocently places in Na a letter taken trow his mother’s handba ford leaves town immedia his acquittal Iris foll few days. She writes her she will 1 return, cleverly omit- ing reference to Crawford. whon Morgan does not ct. Morgan is sroken- d cgs him not o plac s in a hoarding schoo agreeing to 20 while Morgan 15 away « he wheels of a ne irrangement For six m listance house ove of little Cu who adores her Nan, who has been studying law 30es to the cap » take her bar :xams. When she returns Morgan sreaks the nev s sreparing to div Tris He attempts to propose elling her of aeed of her. She re s that m {age to him who loves another can- a0t be completely satisfying, but ‘he would rather have him that wav han not at all e marricd with the ghost of Iris hovering near Before their train is to leave, Mor- an hurriedly takes her to the of- ice where she finds her name on he door beside his. He has \er his partner—but she fears it is o be in business only NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XXVII “Stole a march on you!" John “urtis Morgan exulted, as he laid a 1and upon the knob of the outer loor of suite 718. “We're all moved vithout your knowing a thing about t—unless your woman's intuition, of which you are sinfully proud, by the way you an inkling of what we were up to." No, I never had faintest su dicion,” Nan confessed. “But be- ‘ore we go in—and fa veryone, ell me—" And she laid a re ing hand on his VZith a muttered excuse to which the newly married couple paid not the slightest attention, the sign- painter abruptly left his job. Mor- gan’s eyes were twinkling, but they were suspiciously moist as he smiled down upon the girl who had seen his secretary for four years ind was now his law partner and ais wife. “Of course, T've had this in mind since long hefore you were admit- ted to the bar,” he explained. “The sign, however, is a— rather recent nspiration.” and he pointed to th wvords, “Morgan & Morgan, Attor- weys-at-Law.” “I gave the order or it three days ago when we took out our — marriage license ease for the new suite of offices was ~signed a ‘month ago, on the very day you were admitted ar. The old lease expires d ind T wanted the move and th 1ew sign to be my wedding pres- #nt to you. There's another sign nside, on the door of my new law partner's private office “Oh!” Nan choked and raisel|they trembling hands to hide her face from him. From behind the screen cy fingers she murmured “Thank you—John, I— my oest—to ready de nd i in rupted huskily. “Want to run 1way now —or do you want to f the music and see your new office —please—" Nan began, but was nterrupted by the opening offthe door. “Oh, it is you, Mr. Morgan! 1 ‘hought I recognized your 10w 1gainst the glass pane of the door,” 1 blithe, excited youns voice “That's one of the ing so tall.”” Mor ully. “Wh Miss Carroll — T mean, Mrs. Mor- gan—" he floun ace hout The her ha “So she bro tion. “Mr over to ( finding you honeymoor be simply territ Mrs. Mor the sig it paper “David new hushand Kathleen “I knew you founded and the re long dist me the oddest feelir ing to a mu “We don't k derer.,” an curtly. “What did be as brief as & train to catch—" Oh, I'm sorry fluttered wondere acted so silly. s0 hero- when s rst cam John orga was t 1 friend’s pls hy 11 o'cloc) “He Morgan him vou and arroll we ing married cre going e at 11 n your honeymoon he said to wait “Wel final “Plea ti 1 Morgan broke in Neith Ak him 1 can’t Mr “Shall office and talk i There's time she noticed that the old famili again chief an husband temporarilv lod th for N glimpsc “Be W The in the hoy's hi forward h to minute 1f we can st “You've forc pleas: Morgar turni r b t her down a corner of his mouth for God's sake I see him'—" him decided flat) Morgan!"” enough Tovent v into nor title trust and - wife th Hall I Morgan y. her husband seh had called him by v we Mors Nan | me lously stenog the side It was 10 char employ ant the 1 1 for him! now up for Pl the apar ve ha Accor took lationship 1 nothing old r and secr ase. N wouldn't an, and take Morgan be 1 cha “T don't 1 1 don't care if in hiding while al- he did the po- voluntarily, questioning. this office without be by police I want give h our train put t you with a quee momy isting as a knock immediately O'Hara 5 thrilled look 1i it marve I show ¥ he vivid re followed she whisped lous th him before h him in?" forgan Then, to can tal Ka one cou patricide slender. oyes, a, have p title Americ cur to him that tate 1 own ha than vell 20, with wavy fair. an o nd a exc gasped “And h murderer at a the NS He's com- to 1r | Morgan & Morgan to you | im five | . Nan rosm the door by Kathleen ed little face. this case, we should have beern | lunching sumptuously on the diner | this very minute. . Oh. he's in | jail, of course. Preliminary hear- ing tomorrow. There's no question | \ but that he will be remanded to | in does; ITS) business be- ilv a n't n't police didn't | 10w voic in 1 sup ppose. was right oomed nut-brow looked less David like Blackhnll boy of & freckled skin, h for a omposite (ol ge Nan liked a steady picture Portra Youth.” he thrust out the way hand, as clasp it. 1 1 hair, frank e might to be o it n of if it did not oc- anyone might hes- She offered he gan performed the introduction: partner and—my wife, | My Ia v . Morgan Troni first time his passed suspect fathef. “We Blackh 1 ull an though hose words, ips in should be SER (he T of boyish the blame me right off. most other hiding. si ,. reference made said wi ravado. police T look fellows h paper this morning. north i mine, when mornin is the was nothing to do but to com n He nearest the rom h came paper. why you fi “And ed hic t woods in Mountain View—th. town t, sir” just “But T've b flinchingly when Mor- that the my wife,” He said that the car was David |leather. A Persian rug, dark and |uot shown the letter. It must be absolutely fascinating | chambers,’ the basis of the plea left 10 her? For a moment of Blackhull's, and the next morning. | rich. but vivid, with its wine-rel Better tear up Bert Crawford and a girl has a real chance to ad- | ing descrtion. A letter from Mis. | sheer panic Nan Morgan would gold, rose and olue. At the big|leter now, she told herself. She |vance herself. You've proved that | Iris Morgan. in which she an-|have giver up everything she had Iris' | Miss—Mrs. Morgan—" The girl| nounced her intention never to re- |gained that day to be in Kathleen stopped suddenly, her pretty younz |turn fo her husband's ‘bed ani | O'Hara's place when he went to notify * the bov | his father had been murdered }.mmm windows, side drapes of | was going to ve living with the boy was missing. had not slept | heavy, dark cilk. with inner | kushand now—uno. no, not Iris’ hus- in his room that night. Naturally | curtains of goll silk net. A gleam- | pand! Her husband! — and he | face scarlet with em sment. | boafd' formed the hasis of the suit the police had been searching the |ing black howl of dark-red roses on | might zccidentally run across it = | “A marriage liccnse was secured rtis Mor (TO BE CONTINUED) country for the missing son, with a little taboret between the win- | among her belongings. The letter| Nan dropped her own cyes to her | last Satur Jol warrants out for his arrest. dows. was in her hs placed their | mac , her cneeks as red as the | 8an and Nancy Stair Carroll. but : . And now he sat in John Curtis| Richness, beauty and comfort— |that morr i he had turned | stenographer’s. “Thank you very|at the request of the couple. the Rel]ef from Gas Morgan's office, telling his own|and all hers; hers, too, the name the key upon the little apartment | much, Miss O'Hara, but U'll finish | recording of the license did not the story of that last day and night |on the glass panel of the door|for the last fume. Her hund was | this myself. But don't’ worry—I'ii|{ake place until today: hence S h P s Sl e tomach Pains o R inarked “Private” — Mrs. Morgan. | on the clasp of the bag when there | give you plenty of work in the He didn’t kil his her. but|Very different from the outer came a knock at her door. Before |ture. I'm afraid, however, you won't | lic learns today of the famous law- . . he's holding something back,” Nan | fice of the old suite, where Nun|answering, Nan whirled to the lit- | find it all ‘absolutely fascinating.’ | ccond marriage DlZZlneSS R e R e n e n el fle ] Carroir: Pas sty Thadl becati o pewriter table and began, with | We don’t get a sensational murd.r The young bride has been em- o3 hochuli khentuicntimo lonste| Fipledl byt ety Wbussine @ oth thh k] \pidity. to transerihe hor | case every day. Let me know when | ployed private secretary by At- The doctors tell us that 90 per With an audacity excused by her|telephone, by every caller who had notes. If it Rlake or Evans | Mr. Morgan returns, please,” she |torney Morgan for fonr years. fas<t cent of all sickness is due to stom- new status as Morgan's Jaw part-| business with John Curtis Morgan, | cominz in to kid her about her mar- fadded, in a ton 1t unmi. ibiy | week she was admitted to the bar. —ach and bowel troubles. You can’t i3 » e carried dismissi) having taken her examinations wn ~be well if your digestion is bad; “Mr. Blackhull, v vour fat sizhed “Come in!" . r When Nan was alone again she | June. and todsy Miss Carroll b SR I i O ol b happily married 1o your young steg - thout interrupting her flying | forced her finzers to finish the page | COMes not only Mrs. John Curtis st faod and digestdt proned ispR D e ! B e T e e, Tt DRI e B GRSk e el y—" David Black- irresistibly, though she knew she |the new law firm of Morgan & Mor as a relief from digestive troubles, hull stammered. “She was so much would nevitably be hurt, she took The bride gave her age as| even those of years’ standing. fully until she lost it, Nan began 10| carroll — T mean, Mr up the paper which Kathleen | the groom In addition to Mr. Alexis Caya, 546 Hunt St R L b nhon edlilon oF The ©O'Eisrs had brbugkt har {her new duties as wife and law Woonsocket, R. I, says: “I was in “What are you sighing for, I'd | Nev They've got the cutest pic- : @ LAWYER WEDs | Partner, the young bride takes on | uch bad hcallh_Icouldn't work for like to know? You've earned all|ture of you and Mr. Morgan right was the headline |{he Job of stepmother to little Cui-| a year. I decided to try Tanlac. e b Do Sl ) S il ok he front yase Tavout of (g |US Craig Morgan, f-year-old son | Now I've gained 30 lbs. my yellow You wanted to be a lawyer. Yoa| “Of me?” Nan as startled. as | and pictures. Smaller headlines | °/— skin has cleared, constipation over- | There was another knock. Th come and appetite returned.” she interrupted her employer. Oddly had sighed longingly for what v s Kathleen O'Hara. zone and which she had not value! ¢ just been out to lunch vour than Dad, you know—just 2 to his 64. But if you're s-s-sus- pecting Nina — 1 mean, my step- mothe she left for Chicago th day before—before it happened.” “But after she left for Chicago, your father made a will in which 3 1 « Halzave lier mearly everyihing, leave |ia1 lawyer! You loved John Cur-|s reached for the paper. “Oh,|proclaimed: “John Curtis Morgan. | T B T e 510000 Nan fold |tis Morgan and—you've got him:" I sce” It was the old snapshot |state’s foremost criminal lawy 1‘31""."””‘:‘ Rl S O SE iy If you suffer from gas, pains in = f o | She was deliberately stating the of her John Curtis Morgan | secretly divorced from beautiful ara peeped in. “Oh, Mrs. Mor- the stomach or bowels, dizziness, gan, Mr. Morgan's just come in! nausea, constipation, or torpid | He wants to dictate some let t« liver; if you have no appetite, can't |me first, and says will you pleas sleep and are nervous and all run come in when he has finished 2" down, you need Tanlac. It is good, Pl S not lized her love for the othcr the murder f “Boss” Powers. cheeks burned painfully, Nan read S pure medicine, made of roots, s o =—————="= herbs ard barks. Geta bottle from Thers would be’ n v woman's husband until that other Throwir tle - the first paragraphs of the “story" g There would he no honeymoon : v til gl e 1 ! r ! ] S e b o T for Nan Carroll Morgan, Alone 1 |woman had already forfeited all {shot into the shade was : ) ot until the City Hall reporter it dEe Tl claim to her husband's love and | studio portrait of Tris Morgan— vas tipped off this morning that L LhcoesIb e DYoL Morgan's office she broke into a| hysterical laugh, then bowing her|respect. It insisted that she giv. Thank you. Miss O'Hara." 1| wedding of unusual inter CAN BE AVOIDED == head upon her hushand's desk she | herself credit for not having lifted |said so curtly t the Trish bine rated In the office .| B Wich Lucky Tiger like Head and released the flood of tears t had |a finger to win the man she loved eyes clouded for a moment ¢ the Peace Aloysius Do A, Chest Colds can be aealed swollen her sore heart almost to | until his wife had deserted him and | “I'm afraid 1 interrupted,” Kath- | heny, did it become a matter of pul B %4 :;;:emoney.g:i‘cs:.‘: bursting his child for another man. Fo v O'Hara said apologetically. | lic knowledge that John Curtis Moy 4 .mce.nmhmordm.fiisu] | the thousandth time, Nan wondered t can't T do that for you? My! gan, foremost criminal lawyer i A: LUCKY TIGER| 52 MILLION BOTILES USED him quietly. “Do you know why An hour later a very subdued |facts and bewildered young man left with [ some obscure nced to e the pain courthouse, smiling over tne suc- | secretary, his wife and law partner the senior member of the firm of i her heart. Her offended con- |cessiul and dramatic conclusion of on the same day.” give himself | Science reminded her that she had the trial of “Big Joe" Connors for| Her flush acepenir til her in the baldest manner, for walking down the steps of the Iris Mofgan, makes Nancy Carroll CHAPTER XXVIIT At 1 o'clock on their wedding day. | he isn't here by then, {John Curtis Morgan telephoned his wife and law partner that ||H,’mrlam‘ business connected with the Black- hull case would keep him away fror. the office until perhaps the mddl of the afternoon I'm awfully sorry. Nan dear he apologized. “If you hadn’t in- | sisted on my — I mean our talking jail without bail to await the ac- tion of the nd jury. and no douht 1t all, I'm afraid, that the grand | ury will indict him on a ch | of first degree murder. W to her, | ressed to a hoy murder of h &l [ be home this evening—" Home! I can't| or not spotting [ too much likc T wasn't 1—I didn't know my her had heen—killed until T s heen up with a pal of | as a hunting lodge and | at dawn th to his lodg course, the of up. but lane had seated tha a Moth around in.” explain of ered i irmchair T the hoy 1 wa easily hame family bring onee nted Morg; St May on ¢ me on in at to n across monoplane he At in | | | begged carnestly, as Nan was abo this son | a sticker in this case, honey. er get out your woman's intuition nd polish it up. We'll need it.” s already wo — John. an answered shakily. With ali her heart she longed to make it | ohn dear,” but she could not trust her voice. lLater, when the time | d place were propitious. s blush ran over her body. She was glad that he could not see 3y the way. Nan” his deep voice went on, now with a note of embarrassment in it, ‘“vou'll cal! up the house. won't you, and tell| Estelle or Mrs. O'Brien that we'll | be home this evening. Dinner, too. J | if Mrs. O'Brien can manage some- I S 3 thing a bit extra for us. We've gol IR > to celebrate somehow, or 1 doubt if o > the wedding will be legal.” \ It z J i _— ! N ) | Very slowly. Nan hung up the ra- ceiver, her heart pounding. “We'll Radio, youngest industry, Why, it was her home now! Her home, with Iris Morgan's ghost haunting every corner of it She took off the receiver again. | gave the number of the house that | was now her home and for which | she had been “long-distance hou: keeper” ever since Iris Morgan had deserted her husband and child— nine months and one week ago. EBstelle, the maid who was now almost fanatically devoted to Nan answercd the phone. The brid. gave her message crisply, cutting short the amazed exclamations of e ranl ' W 22 TN = ‘ joins with furnituye, <l = n i Carrol—excuse me 1 mean Mrs. Mo n Lstell beesed fanselivites Natiuas o i ' ; one of the oldest, to when you was Monday. but | 1] e b AN & you want that picture taken down | / ez 'd r b' Nan's rt almost stopped heat- B s d i C / ng. As clearly as if it had sudden- ly been hung on the wall before her, | Nan saw the portrait of beautiful insolent ITris Morgan—every detail of the exquisite profile, the hmxml, blue een eye, ange color al- | sets of beauty and variety most perfectly matched In - S X quoise velvet of the evening go our kind of radio in your kind of i gl G Tyl e cabinet, like your kind of picture in your kind en's in a throne chair of frame! it down, Estelle an oddly husky voice what T thoug’ Estells - . . . 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