Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 34, Number 138, Decatur, Adams County, 10 June 1936 — Page 2

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KOTtCK OF I>K<’I.<RATORI HKMOLI TIO> To Whom It May (V>ncerii; Notice Is hereby given by the common Council of the City of Decatur. Indiana, that It Is deaired and deemed necessary to make the following described public Improvement In the City of Decatur. Indiana, a» author* lied by the following Improvement resolution, adopted by said ’Oummon Council on the 2nd day of June, t»3«, f <»i (bo rui t lon Ola |o< ■ I s<- v\ •i , on and al nig the following route, towlt: Commencing approximately twelve fret aouth of the intersection of Monroe Street and Thirteenth Street near the northwest corner of ( Inlot No. Hl7 in 'Crabb’s Western Addition to the etown, now city of Do. eatur. Indiana thence west parallel' with the center line of Monroe Street] to the tile dram, known as the Krick 1 I Drain, near the west corporation line of Decatur. Indiana, and there’, to terminate; also a lateral c<»m.| mencing In the center of the alley I between Inlots No. two and three ini the Meyer’s Addition to the town, now city, of Decatur. Indiana, near the northwest corner of above said . Inlot No. three, thence south parallel with the center line of the alley 160 feet to the above mentioned main drain on Monroe Street and , there to terminate. All work done in the making of

CHAPTER I. £fT7 ISS me, honey!" “No! No. Neil ..." • A silent struggle in the dark hall. Fear fluttering in the girl’s heart — the thrilling fear which Neil could always inspire. His arms pinned her close, but she managed to twist her head so that his kiss fell on her cheek rather than her mouth. It was exciting to have Neil want to kiss her, but the actual feel of his lips crushed on her own woke tumult in her mind, a surge of emotions which she was not sure were all pleasant. The light of the street lamp, slanting through the glass panels of the front door did not reach this space under the stairs. Ardeth could barely make out Neil’s face poised above her. A white patch . . . two dark holes—those were his eyes burning down into her own ... a dark slash of mouth . . . Something leaped in the girl’s heart—something which was not all rapture nor yet all fear. She began to struggle. "Neil, let me go! They’ll wonder where I am!” she whispered frantically. "Kiss me again, then.” "No! Neil . . . please?” Twisting helplessly. “You shouldn't do this—waiting here for me—every night like this!” "Why not? You like it You’re my girl, aren’t you? Go on, say it. Ardeth, say you’re my girl.” She had begun to struggle wildly, but in silence. Fighting herself now, because it was exciting and pleasant to have Neil’s arm about her. "Please let me go! Neil, they'll wonder . . . somebody’ll come out and find us” “Sh-h-h!” The warning stilled her. She ecased to struggle, and Neil’s arms grew tense abo-t her as footsteps scraped on the wooden steps outside. The front door opened. Heavy footsteps going upstairs over their heads. The girl smothered a nervous giggle, and in the dark Neil grinned. A door upstairs opened. Shut “It’s Tom!” The girl’s whisper. "I’ve got to go!” The spell was broken. He did not resist when she drew out of his arms, but he hung on to one hand and asked softly; "Want to go to a movie tonight?” “Can’t.” She was groping for the banister. “Have to wash out some things for tomorrow.” “Why?” came his quick, suspicious whisper. “Who you going out with?” She laughed teasingly. Snatched her hand away and ran lightly up the steps. He thrust a quick hand through the spokes of the banister and caught one slim ankle. “Who are you going out with?” he repeated darkly. She squirmed. Smothered a laugh. “You! Foolish! Now will you let me go?” “I'll be up in the morning ” He freed her and she fled up the stairs. In the dark upper hall she stopped for a moment to collect herself, pressing fingers against her hot cheeks to cool them. Sharp eyes were waiting beyond that door which showed a yellow streak of light at the threshold. Ardeth pulled her hat straight. Tucked the ends of her hair under. Smoothed her blouse crumpled by Neil’s embrace. Neil shouldn’t do that—wait each night for her to come home. He reached the house a whole half hour before she did. At the sound of her footsteps he would slip out of his own flat and meet her in the hall. The dark «TMtee under the stairs

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I said described public Improvement shall be In accordance with the terma and conditions of the Improvement resolution, adopted by the Common Council on tho above named day, and; the detailed drawings, plans, profiles and specifications, which are on file and may bo seen In the office of, the City Engineer of the City ot Decatur, Indiana. The Common Council has fixed the 16th day of June, 1936, as a date' upon which remonstrances may lie filed or heard by persons interested in or affected by sold described pub-1 lie improvement and on said day at, 7:30 o'clock I*. M.. the said Common! Council will meet at Its Council I Hoorn In said City for the purpose ot hearing ami considering any remonstrances which may have been filed •I- which may be preseted and will hear all persons Interested or whose property Is affected by said propos-! ed Improvement and will decide whether the benefit that Will ytccrue to the property abutting and adja-' cent to the proposed Improvement! and to said city will be equal tOor exceed the estimated cost ot the pro-1 posed improvement as estimated by I the City Civil Engineer. By Order of the Common Council! of the City of Decatur, Indiana. Ada Martin. Clerk-Treasurer. June 8-101

had sees many such silent skir- I mishes as it had witnessed tonight Os course there was nothing really wrong. . . . After all, she was Neil’s girl. Some day, she supposed, they’d get married. That was the way marriages happened in Ardeth’s circle of life. You saw a boy you liked ... or sometimes you didn’t even like him —but there was no one else around at the moment. You went to a party with him—or to a movie. , You went again. Pretty soon people began to expect you to be always together. Pretty soon you found people expected you to get j married. So you did. Ardeth was Neil's girl. For three years she’d been called his 1 girl—before then, in fact—he'd ■ gone with her. Ever since she’d come to live with Aunt Stel and found Neil Burke in the flat below. ; But Neil shouldn’t stop her a i

I ' 11 --- 8 , ’ WOmK/ ; r—-ird She began to struggle. **Neil, let me go!”

night like this. It made her late ,‘or dinner and—and she wasn’t jure she liked it. Something leaped in her heart at the memory of his arms about her there in the dark. But she wasn’t sure she wanted Neil to kiss her like that. . . . A shrill voice lifted behind the door and Ardeth hurriedly entered. The blaze of the room was dazzling after the dark hall. For a moment the girl stood leaning against the door after she had shut it, blinking. She could dimly see the others look up from the dinner table. But they could see her, and though none of the five could have expressed it in words, there was something vital about the girl as she stood there which turned her to a flame dancing across the common gray of their lives. Long after she had passed out of their sphere each of them could recall Ardeth as she stjod against the door. A golden girl —not even the blaze of unshaded electric light could dim the radiance of her. Youth and dawning passion had kindled a fire which played in her eyes. The hair which escaped from her hat shone with vitality and the cheek it caressed was the golden pink of a ripe apricot. Tender and lovely—as she stood there, her eyes touched with dreams, her lips tipped with a smile. But dreams and smiles had nothing to do with Stella Harrison. From her place at the end of the table where she was carving the potroast. Ardeth’s aunt relieved her mind. “It’s a wonder to me you wouldn’t try and get here to your 1 meals on time for once! Os all • the inconsiderate people! Here I can cook my face to death over a ' hot stove for you and you think you can come in like a lady when.

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you please, with never »o much as a thank you—!’ The flame died down in Ardeth. She had the startled look of one rudely awakened. "Oh . . . I’m sorry, Aunt Stel. I—l had to stay a little later, Mr. Hugeson wanted us to check some new stock—” She was checked by a snort from Bet, Aunt Stel's elder daughter, a girl a year younger than Ardeth. “That’s a hot one!” jeered Bet. “I suppose you think we don't know you were down there in the hall necking with Neil Burkel Honestly, I should think you’d be ashamed! I’d die with shame if anyone opened the door and walked in on you!” A hard, prim little line came around Bet’s young mouth when she said this. You saw, in that

moment, how like Aunt Stel she would be in a few years’ time. Ardeth flushed hotly. “You—you nasty little spy!” He. voice was low and it shook. “Spy!” Bet leaped to her guns. “A person doesn’t have to spy to see what a fool you make of yourself—you boy-struck thing!” “Boy • struck!” Ardeth was stung into defense. “You’re the boy-struck one! Hanging around the phone e-'ery night hoping—” “Stop it!” Aunt Stel leaped into the breach. Pointing the carving knife at her niece to emphasize her words. “Let me tell you one thing, my girl. If you ” “Oh, for God’s sake!” Tom’s bellow drowned them all out. “Shut up, can’t you? How’d you expect a guy to read his paper with a pack of women yelping about?” Crushing silence followed, for Tom was czar here. Though only twenty-six year* of age, he was the elder son and had been the mainstay of the family since Uncle Ed had died. He transfixed them with a glare before he returned to the sporting page. With an air of injured innocence Bet subsided. Fan and Paul, the twins, who had brightened up at the promise of a quarrel, turned in disappointment to their bread and gravy and resumed their efforts to kick each other under the table, undetected. Aunt Stel set her face and grudgingly carved another portion of potroast Ardeth went into the bedroom and pulled off her hat and coat. She hated these scenes coming at the end of a hard day’s work. The depression which she always felt in this shabby house was creeping over her again. (To Be Continued Tomorrow.) Ong-iiHit IW X.lrx

mfiCATUR DAILY DEMOCRAT WEDNESDAY, JUNE 10, 1936.

Test Your Knowledge | Can you answer seven of these | ten questions? Turn to page Four for tbe ana wen. • — 4 1. Name the author of the poem "Fanner Stebbins at Football." 2. In astronomy, what is the equinox? 3. To which country do the Fiji Islands belong? 4. In what city was the United Confederate Veterans organized? 5. Name the most important island of the Dutch East Indies. 6. In law. what is a profert? 7. Name the capital of Arkansas 8. What is ethnology? 9 Which state is nicknamed Old North State? 10. In Greek mythology, who was Comas? o Trad* In a Good Town — Ooeatur

ARDKTH CARROLL works in a shop and is being woood by Noil Burke. Her home life is far from plessant. She lives with an aunt and a anooping girl cousin.

Bet—Consumed by Jealousy—Chide* Ardeth About Neil. CHAPTER 11. ARDETH hated this room which she shared with Bet. Hated the “golden oak” bed and dresser, scratched and warped with the years. The worn carpet. The broken-armed rocker. All the little softening touches the room owed her. The pinkshaded lamp on the dresser—Neil had given her on her last birthday. The cretonne curtains —three Sun - days had gone into their making. The pink bedspread—that had taken the savings of a month. About the frame of the mirror, little photos of her Sunday outings. Pictures Neil had taken. One of herself feeding the swans in the lake. She was looking up and laughing, her hair a light-touched tangle. That was her last Easter dress... She'd sewed on it for a month and she had saved for it for three. Her father had named her Ardeth. As Aunt Stel succinctly remarked, “He would!” It was indicative of Jim Carroll's love of the strange and the beautiful, even in sounds. Ardeth was amazingly like her father — which was perhaps Aunt Stel’s chief reason for disliking her. You don’t tare to have a reminder of your secret and hopeless love underfoot day and night, though you deny that love, even to yourself. Jim Carroll had worn that same look of gay courage. That almost rapt air of gazing at some brave sight hidden from others. Charm had played like a flame within him —an unconscious magnetism which had drawn hearts to him as a light draws moths. The flame of him had drawn the pretty pale moth of Ardeth’s mother. She had married this golden boy of hers—had borne him a golden child. And in her secret heart she had never ceased to marvel that Jim Carroll had ever wanted to marry her at all. It had lent her a dazed, slightly breathless air at times. She never had understood the vivid joy of life in him. She was content merely to idolize him. A frail, slightly pathetic figure Thelma Carroll had been, swung violently through life by the Blazing comet of her love. She lived only in the vivid flame of her man, and when that flame went out— Jim Carroll could not resist the hot excitement of war though he had a wife and chi'd dependent upon him —Thelma had quietly faded away from the earth. Ardeth had come to live with Aunt Stel at the death of her parents. Aunt Stel had hidden her feelings well. No one had guessed the violent jealousy which swept her when handsome Jim Carroll had come courting her younger sister. Thelma. After Thelma’s marriage, Stel had married Ed Harrison, just to show Jim that she could. Not even Ardeth guessed why her aunt was so severe with her. She supposed it was because of Bet. To a certain extent, she was right. Betty Harrison, sandyhaired and pasty, seemed more uninteresting than ever by comparison with her cousin. At twelve, Aruath could not be eent to the corner store without annexing at least one attentive male escort. But Neil Burke, by a sort of squatter’s right through his residence in the flat below, quickly established his monopoly of the girl. It was then that Bet experienced the same jealous pangs her mother had known some years before. Curled up on their mutual bed

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now, elaborately filing her nails, Bet registered large scorn of Ardeth before the mirror. "For the love of Pete quit primping!” she said sourly. ‘‘A person’d think you were going out with the Prince of Wales.” Ardeth laughed without malice. The discontent of the night before was gone. Such a simple thing as a Sunday outing could send the joy of life bubbling through her. Ardeth loved Sundays. Loved the delicious sense of leisure they brought...to dress in one’s own time. . .to put on one's best things —even that was an adventure. She was going for a ride with Neil in his cut-down Ford. But the sun was shining and she was wearing a sport dress which she had bought in a noon-hour sale the day before. At twenty that is excuse enough for being nappy. She turned before the glass now in innocent vanity. Ardeth loved being pretty . . . loved the feel of her silk stockings . . . Those silk stockings! Aunt Stel’s basilisk gaze fell on them now as she stood in the doorway, swathed in a frayed silk kimono whose painted irises had long withered to a discouraged grayness. “New stockings again! Silk all the way up, I’ll bet—though the Beehive basement had a sale on lisle tops last week! Why any decent girl has to have her stockings silk where they don’t show beats me!” “It isn’t just the looks, Aunt Stel,” Ardeth explained absently, her attention going to pulling on her hat without disarranging her hair. "It's the feel. It’s just to know that they’re all silk.” “Well, be sure you don’t have a tumble with your fine ideas!” retorted Aunt Stel, darkly. “And those flimsy silk and lace things you wear underneath . . . going around half naked, the way no good girl would dream of going when I was young—” Their heavy disapproval lay all about her like a wet cloud. But balm to her young pride, the look Neil turned on her as she came down the front steps in response to the toot of the auto horn. Slim and vivid and golden in the morning sunshine, she was. Creams and browns of the newsport suit playing up to the gold of her . , . Hazel eyes glowing under the brim of the new brown hat . . . The young fellow’s black eyes devoured her. He breathed “Gee, you’re sweet ...” as she seated herself beside him. Ardeth’s heart leaned under his gaze as it leaped when he put his arm about her, but there was a little uncomfortable edge on her thoughts at his fervor. It was pleasant to have Neil say nice things . . . but when he grew so serious she was a little afraid of him. Neil’s whole family was queer ... His father, Comus Burke was a bitter, unsuccessful man who vented his disappointment of life by railing against everything. His quarrelsome disposition had won him a reputation as a trouble maker. Work was becoming increasingly hard for him to obtain —that added to grievance and his railing; thus the circle rounded on itself. Neil’s mother was dead. His grandmother kept the house. A mystic old Irishwoman, half living in a fanciful world of her own. The boy’s fiery nature had been warped by the constant association of these two. At twenty-three he was on the defense against the world. Romantically good looking, he fluttered feminine hearts in the neighborhood, but in all the world there was only Ardeth Carroll for him. Perhaps he already had soTne inkling that he might lose her, for he was passionately jealous. He swept the girl along on the surge of his own emotions, trying to snatch by force the love he was not patient enough to foster. Ar-

iituoUnmi'iii us administratrix No. S3MM Notice Is hereby given that the undersigned has been appointed Administratrix ot the estate ot Lambert i W Howen, late nf Adams County, deceased. The estate Is probably solI Ona Bowen. Administratrix 1 Lenhert Heller and Meharaer, '<*>»■ I June 2. 1936 June 3.10-17 ... —o - - tpsoinliiieal «t tdiMinlMrntor | Notice Is hereby give”, That the undersigned has been appointed Ad- ’- mlniatralor of the estate ot I'rhiiln Kunts, late of Adams County, deceased. The estate Is probably solvent. Daniel Kunts, Administrator ’ Xnthuii t . Nelson. Attorney ,■ j y l "~ l 1 N. A. BIXLER J OPTOMETRIST s Eyes Examined, Glasses Fitted HOURS 8:30 to 11:30 12:30 to 5:00 Saturdays, 8:00 p. m. Telephone 135.

Ardelh Thrilled in Meeting With Idol of Her Dreams deth had learned to dread the black moods of Neil. She strove gallantly now to put the situation on a lighter plane. “Oh, it's gor-geous to be out in the sunshine!” She smoothed the pleats of her short skirt. “Go out through the park, Neil. Let’s see the other cars.” It was the first bright day after a week of fog. The park highways were crowded—sedan and limousine; snappy roadster and cut-down Ford. Little of the snob in the heart of Ardeth. however. The big silent cars spinning past moved her to admiration, not envy. Enough to be alive and happy in the sunshine today. To know one was pretty and young. To feel this secret thrill of expectancy . . . holding one’s breath, it was, in away . . . waiting for something glorious to happen. The cars were checked. The equestrian path crossed the highway here, and the traffic officer was permitting the riders to cross. Sleek proud horses carrying sleek proud people. They moved through a different world, these high-stepping horses and the men and girls they carried, thought Ardeth. That blonde girl there in the linen trousers and black coat .... a pretty girl, and so sure of herself . . . Look at her turn and speak to the man on the bay mare beside her That man! Ardeth found herself sitting tense—leaning forward, her heart in her eyes. A tall and laughing young fellow—riding so easily. The sun gleaming on his brown hair, flashing on his white smile. As though the intent gaze of the girl drew his, the young fellow I suddenly looked over. His eyes I plunged deep into the eyes of the girl as he went by. At her side, Ardeth heard Neil draw in his breath jealously. A moment only, while the riders filed by in the sunshine. A breath of time, when the man on horseback looked deep into the eyes of the girl in the cut-down Ford. Yet in that moment the world had changed for three people. When the traffic signal was given to go ahead, Neil jammed in the gears viciously. It jolted Ardeth back to reality. The girl's expression was dazed. Here—all unexpected—he had come riding toward her through the morning sunlight. . . . After all this time she had seen him. . . . And how oddly he had looked at her, as though he too had known her—had recognized the moment. Awed joy tingled through her, kindling the flame which glowed in her eyes and sparkled in her hair. Neil's bitter voice cut across her thoughts. “Well, I suppose you're happy, now that you’ve seen you’re Stanford sheik again.” The girl’s face crimsoned. ”1 don't know what you mean ” “Oh, yes. you do!” he answered roughly. “Think I didn’t see your face when he went by! Look here—have you been seeing him? Have you gone out with him? Have you?” Her heart thrilled at the thought, but she answered with offended dignity. “Os course. I haven’t—though you’ve no right to ask? I never spoke to the man. I wouldn’t have recognized him if you hadn't made such a fuss about it!” “No, you wouldn’t!” he jeered. “That s a hot one—when you saved that newspaper picture of . him for three years ” , He*- face flamed. All pretense I of dignity was swept away as she I turned on him. “How do you know that? Oh, * that miserable little sneak. Bet! She told! You've been talking me over with her! Oh. I hate you, Neil Burke!” (To Be Continued Tomorrow.) CnOvright J**? by Xing r*ptnr». "hndlrate In®.

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