New Britain Herald Newspaper, July 29, 1929, Page 13

o NG ALENT © 1929 BY NEA Jervice Inc. | THIS HAS HAPPENED The trial of Lionel Basrows, ac- cused of the murder of Bernice Bradford, has drawn {o a close. And little Molly Burnham, covering her first big story, is trembling with ex- citement, i Barrows was charged with poison- ing a notoriously light and beautiful woman, wnom he once had loved. Bernice Bradford was found dead in her bed. And, though she had many lovers, suspicion centered on Bar- 10ws, the petted darling of smart society, and a married man to boot. The trial had afforded Molly her hig chance to do some real writing. She is engaged to marry a boy ramed Jack Wells, whom she loves devotedly. But she has dreams also of being an authoress, or a play- wright, perhaps. She is a very am- bitlous girl, and clever and beauti- ful, besides. During this trial she has achieved a good deal of local fame. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY | CHAPTER X Through the long night the re- | porters waited in the courtroom. They sent out for food, but Molly was too excited to eat. As it grew late, the others slept, dropping their heads on their arms across the press table, While they rested Molly wrote sheet after sheet of copy. Dawn found her bright-eyed and feverish. She could scarcely re- member when she had eaten. But when messengers arrived Wwith steaming coffee and toast, she won- | dered how the rest could eat. | In the jail across the street sal a man in agony, awaiting the ver- dict of the jury. By their word he lived or died. And in the court- house those 12 men haggled the long night through. Some seeking | to convict, and others to free. Molly had written two stories. One to be used if Barrows was found guilty. And the other if he was acquitted. The first lines trom Gaol"'— “The man had killed the thing he | loved, And s0 he had to die.” Then, thinking of how the reporters had waiched the accused, Ivnx-eyed, for. 15 days, she quoted again: ‘So with curious eyes and sick sur- mise We waiched him day by day, | And wondered if each one of us Would end the self-same way., | For none can tell to what red Hell | His sightless soul may stray.” She wrote of Bernice Bradford, and described her in poet’s terms- ihe poor dead woman whom he | loved, and murdered in her bed It was a good story, and Molly was proud of it. The other she had writien rather carelessly, since the consensus of opinion was that Barrows was un- deniably guilty. Befting around the press table was 5 to 3 that he wonld be convicted AL 10 o'clock they brought the rrisoner in. He walked slowly to has cage, a guard on either side His face looked like a death mask, and his long dark lashes swept his cheeks. He seemed like a with two Reading | one hegan he Ballad of ashen NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD. T\Ifi?\lfi._&‘[ “Yes—well, you can't come in Red,” she told him. “I'm all ready for bed.” Red was unimpressed ‘Now listen, dear,” he countered. “I'm not going to have a long distance argument, you know. I've some- thing to tell you. And Il wait just five minutes. If you don't let me in then, 1'll go open my heart to Gracie Burns. Gracie Burns was sob sister on a rival sheet, and not a particu- larly good friend of Molly's. “What's it about?” she parried. “I'm dreadfully tired, Red.” It's about Bernice Bradford.” he informed her. “And Gracie'll get a big kick out of it.” Molly gasped. pressed the button She met him in the hall, apolo- gizing. “Please forgive me, Red. I wasn't reatly ready for bed, you see. 1 wag only tearing my hair. trying to think of a plot. I felt ort of inspired, ‘and exactly as though I was about o give birth to a perfectly wonderful idea.” He grinned engagingly. a very rude girl” he told her. “And, besides, you tell lies. I should punish you by using your telephone to make a date with Gracie. T should tell Gracie all 1 know, and collaborate with her on a crime ‘play based on my newly acquired information about the late lamented Miss Bradford. “Red!” she threatened. “Don't you dare: Here—sit down. Have u cigaret? Have a piece of pie? I've some cold chicken in the ice box.” y y talking.” he ap- proved Well. trot out chicken, dear. And put some coffee on like a good girl.” “And you'll tell me everything?” she bargained. “Everything.” he promised Molly plugged in the percolator. and cut bread for the electric toaster. The little roast chicken looked {empting, and the big apple pie. Red lit a cigaret, and while they waited for tha coffea 16 boil, “There's a boy,” he said, “named began his story. And, gasping, “You're Perry Ingersoll, a junior af the Uni- versity. Perry got very, very drunk tonight, and talked his head off. T've parked him now in my own lit- tle bed, with Slim Boynton, to see that he doesn’'t wander off. Because, just between you and me, Molly, T don’t know what we'd better do with the kid.” “Did he know Bernice ford?" he interrupted eagerly. “Did he know her?” repeated Red dramatically. “Dear woman, he was going to marry her!” “Red! He wasn't!” “I've seen the marriage license.” “But why didn't someone find out before? A marriage license! Why, it must have heen taken out in her rame.” “It was,” he interrupted dryly. “Only her name wasn't Bradford Our fair Bernice had been married before. Her husband, since dead. was a man named Bones. Nice, romantic name — Bones. And Ber- nice’s " tirst name was Mary. Every- one always called her Bernice. It was her middle name. Naturally the clerks at fthe register's office never connecied Mary Bones, Brad- murderer going o the hangman's noose. And Molly shivered as he passed ‘Gentlemen of fhe Jury, have you reached a decision?” | The foreman stood. “We have. | vour honor.” | A guard in blue, with hrass but- | s on his uniform, pulled the prisoner to his feef. Molly was praying silently. believed the man guilty, but becaus: a woman’s heart is made of pity, ther than of justice. she hegan, weakly, to prav. ‘Oh God, don't lef him be guilty. Please, God, don't let him be guilty.” The foreman of the jury squared his shoulders. “Not guilty, your nonor.” The prisoner closed his shivered convulsively, and slippes like a woman, to the floor. There | was a great commotion at the press table. Reporters dashed madly for the telephones in the corridor. Mes- senger boys ran from the room And then, in the midst of all the confusion, Molly fainted. Quietly falling to the floor, in a still heap, | like the defendant | They threw cold water on her, and made her drink coffee that was | cold and bitter, And when they had revived her, they laughed at | lier, because reporters are not sup- rosed (o be emotional. and a sob sister, they said, should be hard boiled. | On the courthouse steps Molly bought a paper. Her story led the sheet, and across the fop was a flaming banner line that exhorted the public, in scarlet type, to “READ MOLLY BURNHAM'S HEART THROBS.” Her picture was thare. And there were pic- tires, 100, of Bernice Bradford ani Lionel Barrows. | “Wouldn't mother 7 thought Molly. The week wis up, and Molly, on» cvening, was She | have a ading James Joyee's | Ulysses.”" Everything she read | these days was carefully chosen. Books that dealt with naked emo- tions she veai avidly, having de cided to bezin work soon on her own novel 'The novel that was ta portray the Soul of a Woman | She could see, like a creature of the girl she must imprison | between the covers of her hook. A | like Bernice Bradford, with a ved mouth made for kisses. A girl with white, twining hands. And a slim body fashioned for love and pain | tlame, Ilysses slid to the floor, began to plot her tale. The giri's name should be Magdalene, and she should die for love. A gorgeous, sin- ning siren, kneeling before the high white altar of a pure passion. . | Suddenly, maddeningly — the door- hell rang. “Yes Mohly coldly throt Whoever it was. he up. Molly? Hey, Molly, it's Red Flynn." | as Molly addressed herself the mouthpiece. could not come | of thing—and | we | would do but widow, with the deceased Bernice Bradford." “My heavens! Did the boy know ahout Barrows?" Red nodded. Yeap. But he was in love with her just the sams, Can vou beat that, Molly? Here a guy — a handsome kid, too— proud old family, and all that sort he goes off his nut ahout a woman old enough {o be his mother. “Bernice was 34," Ingerso!l Molly remind- | ed him. “Well, “this kid Tove with anyhow.” pursiued Red, fell head over heels in her. Used fo poetry, and all that mush."” “How do you know?" “Ain't L telling you? He told " Red looked hurt. “Here [ spilling a story that hasn't a beat this side of the Rue Morgue. and you throw questions at me ke a blooming prosecutor.” “Go on,” she hesought won't say another word. Start at the be- ginning, Red. Where did you meet this Great Lover? “Up on Beacon Hill. Tn one of those so-called Bohemian dives. The kid was crying like a fool. He looked like a decent sort, and he was alone. Slim and T were sitting am | opposite him, and you know Slim's big heart.” i 1 know Molly. No, it was Slim's.” he insisteq “Slim says, “There’s a poor son of a gun, making a fool of himself over some woman, most likely. What do you say, Red. if we take him for a walk?" “Well, the proprietor was all set to kick him out, so it looked like a good idea. Just a coupla nice boy scouts—me and Slim. We got him hetween us, and we walked down the HWill. And pretty soon he stopped his crying, and he hegan to babble, Kept talking about ‘Bernice.” Naturally Slim and I perked up our ears “I gave Slim the yours interrupted high sig bezan to propel our fine your lad over to my room He'd hegun to sober off a hittle by the time we reached fhere. Not much, but enough he was half rational. Then he got a falking jag. Nothing he must talk.” “And of all the people he picked talk to!” hreathed Mollw Now, sce here,” protested Red, hat's no way to falk We've been darn white 1o that kid, me and Slim. We've fed him black coffee and. aspirin. And Slim's there, watching over him like n guardian angel, until such time,” amenfeq Red honestly. “as we decide what we're going to do with him."” CHAPTER XI reporter, they say, And to a good newspit s0 to Once ways a reporter per woman everything is copy. Life, | and Death, and Love, and Hate. Ob- viously, then, this Ingersoll boy was copy. Rattling good copy, too. Molly leaned forward eagerly. And whet,” she demanded, you going lo do with him, Red your | write | | and | Red shrugged narrow shoulders [ eloquently “Darned if T know,” he admitted. “There he lies—God's little gift to newspaper men. But you know, Molly, it seems a shame to tell the world.” “1 don't know why,” she retorted. “If he's spilled a solution of the Bradford murder, Red, it's your civie duty to 'tell the world.’ | “Maybe,” he admitted. “But to | tell the truth, dear, I haven't any of that stuff called civic pride.” | “You're just soft-hearted,” she ac- cused.” “Soft-hearted nothing!” he re- joined indignantly. “I'm practical that's all. And, just now, I've got an idea, Molly. A great big idea.” Molly sighed. “Go on sh: wged. “I'm dying of curiosity, Red | me about the Tngersoll kid, and never mind your heautif idea.” Red lighted ‘another cigaret | “Molly, darling,” he informed her. “I love you and all that, but vou're a dreadful dumbbell. Can't you see there's a plot for a play, or a novel, in this Ingersoll kid- Why throw the thing away on a newspaper yarn? Why not collah- orate on something worth while? What's a bonus from the old man, a measley little $50, when we can make a fortune? I tell you, Molly, we can knock Broadway dead with the stutf that brat spilled tonigh “But tell' me!" she hesoushs. “Rd, yowre infuriating. You haven't toid me a thing. You simply falking your head off. 1 don’t know what it’s all about.” “Na? . Listen, then.” Solemnly Red hegan. “Perry Ingersoll fell {in love with Bernice Bradford.” “Yes, yes.” Molly nodded. "And because she was gay and charming, and very, very wise, this young Ing- ersoll found her captivating. She was different from all the nice little girls he’d known. The good girls, who smoke a lot and drink a littl=. and prétend to be very, very bad. Bernice didn't have to pretend. She | was just herself. Beautitul, and lov- | ing, and sinning. Bo Ingersoll fell in |love with her, did he?" “Well, he thought he did,” amended Red, ‘and {hat's presty much the same ‘thing, as near as I can make out. She was just the glitteringest thing that had ever come into his iife. And. when she gave him a little attention, he fell like a lod of bricks. Did T teil | you he wrote poetry to her? Called | her his Rolden girl, and all that rash. His Glamorous. Golden Girl. Doesn't it give you a pain, Molly 2" “No,” she said. “I think it was | the JULY 29, 1029 night, and catch Barrows there. He's just to be the boob, that's all. “Perry'd have to make a scheme, she sald, and make off he wanted to kill Barrows. Then Bernice was to interfere, and try to patch things up. And in the end they'd have Barrows promising them any- thing they wanted. He could get money, you see, from hig wife's aunt. There werc two reasons why the old lady would give to him and Bernice knew them both. “Kirst, there was the way she loved her niece. Then there was the scandal end of it. If the th threatened to hecome a court case old lady'd peel off a hundred- thou to save the family honor.” Mollv gasped. “You don’'t mean to tell me,” she cried, “that Ingersoll agreed to it Red nodded contemptuonsly “He did,” he affirmed, “just that. “But don't forget, Molly, that the Kid .was absolutely infatuated with her—and after all he is a kid. And anyhow, he swears he had no infen- tion of complying with her schemes. After they were married, he never meant 1o leave her. The poor sap was going (o make her Jove him. That was what he thought.” “Do you believe it?" “Oh, 1 don’t know, Galahad. The point ised he'd go through. “And Bernice went and hought a wedding dress. That girl sure had a sense of humor. A white satin dress and a flock of tulle.” “I know,” murmured Molly, a duchess cap of seed pearls, orange blossoms tucked in veil. It wasn't a sense of humor though, Red. Women don't jok» about things like that —she was buried in it.”” Red nodded unfeelingly looking corpse, wasn't she?" ‘[ didn't see her,” admitted Molly. but I had a good line about the way she looked. I said hers was ‘a beauty made Death amorous." " “Good!” approved Red. “You can sure turn a pretty phrase, old dear.” “ 1did write that case,” confessed Molly deligh edly. “Emotional writing is what 1 like.” “And here's your chance,” cut in Red excitedly. “Don't you begin to see the thing, Molly? Bay, this has all those crime and sex plays Leat a mile. Why, honey, you can give the best of them a run for their mone: Here you've got all the ingredients for plot in history Quivering Pa of Ingersoll. side Barrows. side Mrs. Barrows. spectability, with Sin all glamor- ous and seductive. And Respecia- bility so damn proper that Sin calls the tricks. And there's your Moral Every play has to have a Moral “And Mystery!” crfed Moily “Why, Red, it’s the most mysterious he kid's no is, he prom- vand with “Swetl Beautiful woman. on. The calf lo Play Ingersoll along- And Bernice alon Sin versus re- rather sweet of him, Red, and |awfully pathetic.” | | Red chuckled. “Just a horn lit-| tle romanticist,” he chided. “And | | you a newspaper woman, Molly!" | “Go on!" she pleaded | nwell as I was saving, youn Perry Ingersoll got a poetic pas- sion for this woman, and pretty soon he started glorifying her. | Wanted to marry her. But Bernice knew how to play her cards better | than that. An adoring kid might be some use to a girl in her pro- fession, but what the heck could she do with a sophomore hushand ?" “You say he knew about Bar- rows?" questioned Molly.- “Oh, Barrows darn near broke |the poor sap's heart.” rejoined |Red. “The kid was so jealous he couldn't see straight. That's why he was ready to swallow Bernice's proposition, hook, line and sinker.’ | What propositio “Don’t be in such a hurry,” instructed. “Ain't 1 trying to teil | |you? First, you see, the kid was | imploring Bernice to marry him and she was laughing at him. Then. | when he'd given up hope, and made [\ip his mind she meant it, she sud dealy turned the tables. One night | she asked Perry to marry her! | can imagine the poor boob's heart :husfmz with oy, when Bernice prompily took all the joy out of life. “Kor a consideration.' she says And then she outlined her scheme. | “Now, Ingersoll's the sort of chap | | that would cry. and carry on like a | | woman. But he's a welcher ar | 1f he wasn't, heart. he'd never | have consented to her proposai. ! he did. | And consent “Bernice knew he was infatuafed with her, and that she could twist | him right around her hejeweled | little finger. She knew, too, that he was broke and desperately in need of money. There seems to |have been something about gam- | bling debts at the university, and | the kid was afraid of an expose. “Well, Bernice said she'd marry Eim. and give him a few thousand | besides, it he'd be a good little boy, | he nd do exactly as she ftold him. And then sh: confessed that Bar- rows was beginning to tire of her |Not that she gave a hoot whetner |he loved her or not. Oh, no. Ber- | nice - wasn't one of your senti- | mental mod=ls. I don’t suppose she'd given a snap of her fingers for a man in her life. But | there was a lot of money in the | Barrows outfit. rémember Barrows' aunt to have provided the | Well, that wasn't his own aunt. She was his wife's aunt And for Mrs. Barrows' sake, the old lady would go through anv- {thing. Barrow wife's people | wouldn't stand for any scandal | And Bernice knew the game from latoz “But Y ou was supposed defense fund this was fo be high clasc blackmail Vothing small-tims |about Bernic Barrows was too well known to have his private life | concealed from anybody. Tt wouldn't do Bernice any good fto say didn't know he had a wife “That being that, our heroine ireckoned a husband would be a good bet. And this night I'm tell ing you about how she laid her ards on the table | We'll get married, snhe young Ingersoll, ‘and then threaten to sue Barrows | alienation of my affections." | At first the kid didn't get it ! And then she tells him she means to play Rarrows. | th continue Perry’ll have to come home some she told vou'lt tor s thing that ever was! Here's a wo- man, preparing for her wedding day. All set to blackmai a we: lover, and marry a boy who adored her. Everything ros Why—why vould she kill herself>" (TO BE CONTINUED) SURPRISED ON BIRTHDAY A birthday surprise party was tendered to Miss Anna Monkiewicz daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Matihe Monkiewicz of 171 Smith street, by a few of her friends Saturday night. Dinner was served and an enteriain- ment was given ni her honor ana at the conclusion a mofor trip wi her | Poor soui | some good stuff on | the best damn | v | not Miss Monkiewicz recently was graduated from the Notre Dame school young women at Waters bury DRIVER PAYS §124 'FOR RUNNING AWAY Denies Drinking, Claiming Fac- {ory Gases Afiectetd Him Newington, July 25—Details bf an accident Friday night in which Con- stable Floyd Rice arrested Joseph | Kuklinski of 56 Madison street, Hartford, for crashing in o a car| dri seph Lupol of 363 Main | stree Britain, were heard in | court, night b Judge Stanley Welles Kuklinski was dr in street and Lug uklis ving north on ol driving soutn 10t stop to 2 or fo ren- might have | crash, it was such been needed after claimed He was originally operating a motor vehi while un- dec the influence of liquor, but he | explained to Judge Welles that he was a motor tester at the Pratt & Whitney Airc orks in Hartford | and the carbon monoxide gas affect- | | | ssis as harged with ed him. 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