Indianapolis Times, Volume 38, Number 281, Indianapolis, Marion County, 1 March 1927 — Page 3

MAKLH 1, 1927

(Oehh —rrr* #/ jgJ & ASfouof4ie£ode£7rtghjcmp6itipns y antfjriumphs of an American oirl

CHAPTER I GAS HAWKS ‘'There she is!” The Mriver of the silent, speedy car pomted to a slight figure standing on the corner in the shadow of the church at Seventy-Ninth St. and Euclid Ave. His companion leaned out, took swift note and retired to the shelter of the front seat as the car slid to a stop directly in front of the girl. ‘‘Hello, Joy! Come on for a ride.” It was the driver who spoke as the other man opened the door of the car and stretched out his hand. “Who is it?” asked the girl leaning forward. “Never mind now,” cried anew voice. “Time for that later.” And Joyce Daring felt an iron grip on her forearm. A resistless force pulled her into the automobile. “Gas hawks!” she thought to herself. “I know that first voice though.” A deadly nausea came over her as she struggled. Then she was in the car, held down between two men, one of whom leaned forward to turn the starting keys. “Not so fast there!” A third and heartier voice broke into the scene. A lean, strong hand caught the driver’s forearm in a viselike grip, then snatched the keys and held them out of reach of the vicious fist that struck out toward the rescuer. “Let the lady out first,” went on the newcomer. “Then I’ll give you back your keys—maybe. Unless the young lady turns you over to the police as she ought to.” “No, no,” came in a half sob from the girl. “Let me out, please. Just let me out, quick, before my mother comes.” There was the sound of an ugly oath, a brief struggle and Joy emerged into the light. Her rescuer waited until she was standing at his side on the pavement. Then he passed the keys back to the gas hawks, pulling the girl well away from their reach as he did so. The driver leaned forward. “Let’s get a look at you, Sir Galahad,” he sneered. “We'll remember this some Jay.” “Butch Seltzer!” cried the girl. And she took a step forward. “What do you mean by trying to kidnap me—” But at thfe sound of his name the driver of the car sent it hurtling forward down the avenue and out of sight. He was just ahead of a street :ar that came to a stop to discharge i pretty, rather overdressed woman cf uncertain age. With a half-sob and a cry of delight Joyce ran forward to cling hysterically to this woman, whispering, “Mother dear, oh mother dear, I’m so glad you came, so very glad." Mrs. Daring led the girl to the pavement and spoke a litttle impa tiently, “What's the matter, Joyce? What has happened? Why isn't your '•’ether with you?”

Makes Fat People Slim New York Physician Perfects Simple and Easy Method of Reducing Weight. Dr. R. Newman, a licensed practicing physician, of 286 Fifth Avenue, New York, announces that he has perfected a treatment which has quickly rid fat people of excess weight. What is more remarkable is the Doctor's statement that he has successfully treated thousands of patients for fat reduction without unnecessary change of diet or burdensome exercise. He also says that fat people who suffer from chronic rheumatism and gout obtain great relief from the reduction of their superfluous flesh. Realizing that this sounds almost too good to be true, the Doctor has offered to send without charge, to anyone who will write him, a free trial treatment to prove his claims, as well as his “Pay-when-reduced” plan. If you want to rid yourself of superfluous fat, write him today, addressing Dr. R. Newman, 286 Fifth Avenue, New York City, Dept. R. —Advertisement.

For Standard Sheet Music, Books and Studies 27 E. Ohio St. Hume-Mansur Bldg.

BMBM-M * WOMEN'S CLOTHING Brownings El| 118 E. Wash. St EH

IPEAIfB Company

Buy UNITED STATES TIRES on Hcredit-H----INDIANA TIRE SALES CO. SO2-306 N. OiPttol Are, alley *391

Men, Take the City Way. Bay Your Clothes on Tnniott'i 10-PAY PLAN Traugott's 215 W. Wash. St.

“You know he won’t come to meet you any more and that I’ve been sneaking out alone these last few nights,” declared the girl, a little defensively. “Davey’s there with him. I left them talking and slipped out the back way because I had something to tell you.” “What are you crying about—you’re shaking like a leaf—Joyce," this last sharply as the girl, overcome by the reproach in her tone sank to the sidewalk half unconscious. The young stranger, who had been waiting a few steps away, came forward again. “Let me help you, Mrs. Daring." he said. “Mrs. Daring, your daughter didn’t recognize me a few moments ago. I—lknow her slightly. She has just had a shock. My car is parked across the street. Let me take you both home.” He took one of Joy’s limp arms as he spoke. The mother looked at him sharply. He was exceedingly well dressed and the car he indicated across the street was a bright sport model, a Marmon. Joyce revived a little and looked at the young man. “Deke?” she said faintly in a tone of surprise. “Yep,” he said lightly. “We’re quits now, aren’t we? I nearly ran over you this afternoon and tonight I saved you from the paws of the gas hawks—” "Gas hawks,” the mother spoke anxiously, tightening her grip on Joy’s arm. Joy stood upright. “I can go alone now,” she said more cheerfully. "That big noisy Butch Seltzer,” she told her mother. “He’s always driving by when I’m down here waiting for you. But he’s never asked me to ride before —oh, yes, I remember, once last week when I was coming home from school. But I said no and he went on. Come on, Mother, let’s go home. Dad will be worrying and that will make him cross—he’ll be cross anyway when he finds I’ve been out to meet you again.” “But what’s this about your getting run over?” asked the mother, looking once more at the man called “Deke.” “Miss Joyce tried to beat me across the street this afternoon,” said Deke lightly, “only my boat goes a little faster than she can. I managed to miss her. though, and she seemed l had saved her life by denting rny fender on a telephone pole.” "I haven’t got a bit of sense,” said Joy, dimpling and showing a faint color in her white cheeks. “Mother, this is Mr. Henry Deacon. He was four classes ahead of me in high school when I started in at East and we used to meet in the halls. Then he went off to college and we didn t see each other again until this afternoon when he nearly wrecked his car and killed himself to keep from running over me. But we must get home now.” “Over there’s the quickest way I know for you to get there,” said Deke. He pointed to the bright Marmon. “Thank you,” said Joyce, “but we only have two blocks to go and the walk will do us both good.” “It seems to me we owe this young man a good deal,” said Mrs. Daring, speaking in a soft and consciously pleasant tone of voice. "Suppose he takes us home and comes up where your father and I can both have a chance of thanking him.” Joyce said nothing more. The three crossed the street and Deke with a nonchalant politeness that made a deep impression on Mrs. Daring, settled the two women comfortably and climbed in beside them. He drove slowly, conscious of the sweet warmth of the girl huddled between him and her mother.

He saw again the events of the ifternoon. Joyce, bareheaded, a saucy red hat swinging in her hand, skipping from the curb directly in front of his speeding car. He had twisted out of her path and come to a jarring stop against a neighboring telephone pole. He saw again her white face, big frightened eyes, her tender mouth pursed up in an attempt to whistle away her fear. “Are you hurt?” he asked, hurrying to her side. “No," said Joy in a little voice. “But I’m scared —and are you hurt? It was afwul to make you nearly wreck yoprself that way—and you've spoiled your car.” “No, I haven’t,” said Deke, loving the way she put her hand to her cheek and looked anxiously at him. “In fact, I think this is my lucky day. All the other people I’ve nearly run over have been old and homely, but —say I know you. You’re Joyce Daring, aren’t you?” The girl looked at him, digging her little fist closer into her cheek as she gazed. “Oh, ’’she said in the same small voice. “Oh —you’re—l can’t think of your name, but you were in high school at East when I started In four years ago.” “Mr. Henry Deacon. Esquire, Deke to all the girls I nearly run over, at

Pack up and go: But FIRST— Let the Union Trust Travel Bureau help plan vour trip. Years of experience and Intimate personal knowledge of the customs of many’ lands, enable us to offer helpful travel suggestions ,and to care for the details that often arise to irk the traveler. Experienced travelers know that only In this way may they realize the utmost in comfort and enioyment, yours for the asking—WITHOUT VOU’" we he assistance to Richard A. Kart*, Manager Travel Bureau, “The Leading Travel Bureau of Indianapolis.” j|*UNION TRUSTS 120 E. Market Street MAin 1576

your service,” he answered taking off his hat and bowing with a flourish. Joyce held out he/ hand, the one he noted she had been cuddling against her cheek. So he held it close. “I do remember,’'' she cried. “Deke—you were nearly sent away for calling Miss Haste, the Latin teacher, Miss Hurryup—l was there studying when you did that in class that day.” Deke laughed, and continued to| hold her hand. “I’m the guy!” he said. “You’ve got a better memory | than I have, for I had forgotten how ; pretty you are.” j “Oh, I’ve improved—too," said Joyce mischievously, withdrawing her hand. “Thank's!” Deke looked at her again. Pretty and smart, too. And to think of falling into such luck at the beginning of his summer vacation. “Let me take you home,” he said. “The old milk wagon can still go. And I hope you live a thousand miles from here.” “Just two blocks,” said Joyce demurely. “And I'm perfectly able to walk.” “Oh, come on,-be generous,” urged Deke. “We’ll go around the block a couple of times and land at home in time for dinner.” “I’d like to,” said Joyce, soberly, “but my father is awfully strict and doesn’t let me go out at all.” “Maybe I can get on the good side of mother then,” said Deke. "Mother’s away until late every night—she works, you see,” said the girl. “Dad won't let me even go up to meet her in the evening, so I have to slip out the back door to do that.” “Well, suppose we take a ride now and I’ll let you out as near home as you care to have me. Then some night soon I’ll drive down to the corner when you expect your mother and you can introduce me and see if she approves of my face and figure.” Joyce giggled. “All right.” And for an hour they exchanged banter and admiring giances, the eternal coin of youth. Deke recalled this ride in the soft spring sunshine and thought of It regretfully as he stopped now before the apartment where the Darings lived. Joyce leaned across her mother and opened the door. “Thank you, Deke,” she said. “I can’t bear to remember even yet that minute when Butch pulled me into his car, but I do thank you, more than I can tell you.” . “Won’t you come up with us for a few minutes, Mr. Deacon? I’m sure Mr. Daring would like to meet you and thank you for saving our little Joy from those terrible men to night.” Mrs. Daring’s voice was honeyed and though Deke wanted to go, he felt a moment’s distaste for the call. His desire for a few moments more with Joyce conquered, however. He climbed town from the car. Joyce said nothing, though her mother whispered, "Why don’t you ask him yourself?” “I told you Davey's there,” she whispered back. She did not add that, she feared the effect of Dad comfortable in his shirt sleeves, his shoeless feet propped up on the reading table, his smelly pipe in his mouth, on the fastidious Mr. Henry Deacon. Tripping over this thought came the realization that Dad would certainly dislike Deke, and that she couldn’t bear for Deke to criticise Dads. Dads was a dear, for all his informal ways and his tyranny over her. She loved Dads. Suddenly she felt the tears smarting against her eyes. She had undergone too much today. Before she could get herself In hand, Mrs. Daring had opened the door and pulled Joyce with her tearfilled eyes into the stuffy living room, and turned to give Deke a welcoming glance.

Loosen Up That Cold With Musterole Have Musterole handy when a cold starts. It has all of the advantages of grandmother’s mustard plaster without the burn. You feel a warm tingle as the healing ointment penetrates the pores, then a soothing, cooling sensation and quick relief. Made of pure oil of mustard and other simple Ingredients, Musterole is recommended by many nurses and doctors. Try Musterole for bronchitis, sore throat, stiff neck, pleurisy, rheumatism, lumbago, croup, asthma, neuralgia. congestion, pains and aches of the back or joints, ‘sore muscles, sprains, bruises, chilblains, frosted feet, colds of the chest. It may prevent pneumonia and “flu.”

THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES

In the room sat John Daring shoeless as Joyce had imagined. Near him sat a.grave, serious-faced youth, Davey Tompkins, Joy’s girlhood sweetheart and later-day chum. Davey was a great favorite with Mr. Daring, who made no secret of his hope that Davey would one day tame Joy’s wild spirit down to the sober pace of housewife and mother. There was an electric pause at the entrance of the two women and the unknown young man; John Daring noted Joy’s tears. But long habit made him bark at her. “Where’ve you been, lass? Out alone tonight, after I’ve told you. It’s fool's luck you don’t meet wft.h misfortune.” "Oh, John,” cried Mrs. Daring. “That’s just what did nearly happen. But this brave Mr. Deacon,” here she touched Deke's arm, “an old high school friend of Joy’s, came along and stopped them just as Butch Seltzer and some of his gang were going to kidnap Joy.” “Butch Seltzer! Kidnap!” Davey and Mr. Daring were both on their feet. Despite Mrs. Daring’s words, they looked suspiciously at Deke. “It really wasn’t so serious,” said Deke, pleasantly. “Miss Daring was waiting for her mother. I happened to be driving by on the other side of Euclid avenue, going toward town when I recognized her. I slowed down to speak to her and noticed this other machine stopping right in front of her. I crossed over just in time to see bar dragged into the car. After they let her go, Mrs. Daring arrived and we all came home together." “By God. Lottie Daring,” cried the

Beginning Today—‘Pearson’s

Now You Can Buy Your PLATER PI AN©

We hre determined to unload . . . Our floors are overcrowded and more fine pianos and player pianos arriving daily. Never before such a player owning opportunity. Come! See for yourself.

50 Beautiful Used Players Including Such Celebrated Makes as Kurtzmann, Schaff, Holland, Remington, Solo-Concerto, Hampton, Williard, Marshall & Wendell Ampico, Etc.

Fine Player W IBBBMf 88-Note, Oak Case, Looks Like New pH >lB5

v ■ ■■■ ■■■ y. ■■ ■ ■■ * Exchange Within Six Months I£ Not Completely Satisfied and Receive Full Credit

High-Grade Looks and Plays 1 I ':'Like New in >240

If You Can’t Call, WRITE

father, fairly raging at his wife, "if any harm had come to our girl you’d be the one to blame, out night after night when you should be home.” He took a step toward the woman who shrank back before him. Davey had gone to Joy's side and now held out his hand to Deke. “Thank you for saving Miss Daring tonight,” he said. “After this,” to Joy, “you tell me when you want to go to meet your mother and I’ll go with you.” His proprietary tone brought the color to Joy’s cheeks. “Deke is an old friend of mine, she declared, facing her father, who still glowered at them all. "Aren't you going to thank him, Dads dear, for taking care of me?” “You’ve got a mother and a father and a —friend,” he hesitated before inejuding Davey. “We can take care of you from now on. I don't think Mr. Deacon, from the looks of his clothes and the big car lie’s driving, is interested in us. We're poor folks, Mr. Deacon, I work in a factory and the missus here works in a restaurant because I can’t buy her enough silk stockings and Jim cracks. . If you’re the son of old A. J. Deacon you’ve never done a day of work in your life and my little girl’s not for the like of yow” “Dads!” Joy’s outraged dignity rang in her tone. “Really, John!” Mrs. Daring made a pitiful attempt to redeem her husband’s rudeness. Davey flushed at Mr. Daring’s words and wcud have stopped him if possible. Joy held out her hand to Deke. “Good bye, aniF thank you," she said. ‘“Dads is exilted and doesn t mean all he says—you see,” her voice faltered, “you see I’m all ho has, his only child that is, and he cares for me so very, very much.” Deke, whose temper had been rising, felt himself melting at her words, her tone, her little outheld hand, the bravery of her defiance. “It isn’t good-bye." he said, trying to speak lightly. "It's good night. And perhaps your father will let me try to make him change his mind about me. Good night. Joy— please let me see you again soon." He left the room and went slowly down the stairs. Joy turned a white

Bench and Liberal Assortment of Rolls Given With Every Player

For Practically Your Own Price and.Terms

YfSbown 'U ills Per Week fM 1 111—MH II !■! mi mi i

With Rolls and Bench B Mahogany Case, Without a Scratch >2lO

Si***?. Sell Quickly Only Very „ Slightly Shopworn

PEARSON PIANO CO. v 128-130 N. Pennsylvania Street—Established 1873

face to her father. Her mouth twisted, but she said nothing. Davey put his arm about her shoulders which she failed to notice Mrs. Daring looked .her husband. "So you spoil Joy's chance to escape from the kind of life I’ve had to live, would you?" she cried. “1 tell you that if Joyce wants to see this man I’ll take her to meet him, on the street necessary." “If she sees this young whippersnapper again I’ll turn you both out of the house,” he raged. • Dads, dads, dear. Mother dear — don’t, don’t talk like that, either of you. 1 don’t want to see Deke — Mr. Deacon, again, ever, if it means this much trouble, this much unhappiness, and Davey’s here now—don't quarrel before him. Please go hpme Davey—go home, now.” “I will,” he said. “But I’ve asked your father if he will let me take you to the alumni dance, and he says you can go. Don’t you want to?” Joyce was young. She clapped her hands. “Oh. Davey, how dear of you. I’m wild to go. Dads, dads, 1 can really go? Oh, Mother dear, can I have anew silk dress, a real party dress?” She danced a step or two around the room, and toward her father. “Oh Dads, do you really mean it?” “I do if you'll keep away from this young whippersnapper of a Deacon,” growled her father. “I will, I will," sang Joyce blithely. “But,” she added entirely to herself, “it only he comes to the dance.” And that night, long after Davey had gone home and Mr. and Mrs. Daring had gone quarreling to bed, Joy lay wondering whether Henry Deacon would remember that he was entitled to a ticket to the alumni dance of East High School at a date ten long days ahead. (To Be Continued.) FINDS AUTO IN YARD It isn’t very often that you can I walk out on the porch and find a , nice automobile in the front yard. I That is what happened, to L. D. SanI ford, 1102 E. Ohio St., Monday night. ! ! Police found the auto had been stolen : and used to haul gas chandelier fix- i i tures.

40 *** See This One Today Has Standard Player Action VP >230

tstfOwn Look! Look!! B Easily Worth Double the Money

C Insist on) protect J Your Doctor —S and Yourself Phillips* Milk of Magnesia SAY “PHILLIPS” to your druggist, or you may not gel genuine Phillips Milk of Magnesia prescribed by physicians for 50 years. Refuse imitations of genuine “Phillips” !5-cent and 50-cent bottles contain full directions and uses. Milk of Magnesia” has been the U. S. Registered Trade Mark ot The Charles L Phillips Chemical Company and its predecessor Charles U. Phillips tines 1171. STOMACH TROUBLE, CONSTIPATION, NAGGED HIM NOW HE IS FREE FROM THESE EVERY-DAY AILMENTS Mr. Uly G. Mann, Prominent Indianapolis, Ind., Farmer, Says He Owes Debt of Thanks For Results Obtained Through Todd’s Tonic, Which Is,Made of Finest California Wine.

"I had been suffering for a long time with catarrh of the stomach and constipation. I used to weigh about 227 pounds, but, due to my condition, I lost 27 pounds. Since I have been using Todd’s Tonic I have gained 74* pounds in weight and feel so much better. So far I have taken two bottles and intend keeping it on hand all the time. I can heartily recommend Todd’s Tonic as a good body builder from my own experience. I do not have any more trouble with constipation and I am certainly thankful for this,

as it my taking laxatives continually, I *can highly recommend Todd's Tonic to nil who aro troubled ns I once was.”—ULY G. MANN. R. 11. No. 14, Indianapolis, Ind. Todd's Tonic, made of finest California wine, is pleasant to take. Unlike ordinary Tonics, Todd's Tonic is a reconstructive Tonic and not a mere laxative. Therefore its results are greater and more lasting. For sale at Ilaag Drug Stores and all other drug stores through this section. —Advertisement,

Many of these instruments priced at about V 2 their actual value. If you folks could only realize how great these values are, 50 wouldn’t be near enough to go around. Come in this evening or tomorrow.

Like This jubmiii ■■*■ ■ Originally cost $650, Buy It Now for pi >l9O

fgnotvn 40 Here It It! Marshall A Wendell ■ Ampico (only slightly Si Shopworn) VP >495

Scores of Other Bargains

PAGE 3