Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 130, Indianapolis, Marion County, 10 October 1929 — Page 14

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CHAPTER XXXII 'Continued) HELEN missed the underlying threat in his words. "Nothing you could say could do that,” she rejoined coldly. "No?” It pleased Brent to play with her. “Do you believe that enough to give me your promise not to marry anyone else without first hearing what I have to say?” "Os course I do.” Helen declared with the fullest assurance that the course of true love was now to run smoothly for her. "I shall consider that a sacred promise." Brent told her. Helen did not answer. In a few minutes they were at the station. “I’ll be up to. see you soon,” Brent said in parting, "and please try to keep that kid Eva away. I want to have a long talk with you.” “Oh.” Helen said suddenly, scarcely thinking of his request. "Eva was coming down today. I forgot all about it. We might have gone bark together.” Under his breath Brent said: “The devil.” He'd had no intention of going back to his apartment to receive Carmel, should she indulge her threat to return. But he feared now that Eva would be there. Should they meet . . . "I'd better even as he waved goodby to Helen, be on hand.” he said to himself It irked him to stay indoors, and as the afternoon wore away and neither Eva nor Carmel came in he cursed himself for a fool. "I should have gone up with Helen and put an end to her nonsense,” he reflected as he dressed for dinner. Suppose she shouldn't keep her promise and eloped with Ennis—no, her word was reliable, he could depend upon it. Still, Brent felt, he had made a mistake. The affair with Ennis could grow’ —better to have nipped it in the bud. All at once he made one of his quick decisions, and turned to put it into effect. CHAPTER XXXIII SHALLIMAR MORRIS had come to visit Helen, without a word of warning and with v her luggage well packed with a killing wardobe. "BuC if you don’t want me, old cauliflower, I'll dash along on my way to Canada. Would stop a moment with you, however, should you urge me.” She was laughing, and different. Her laughter was louder, but it tinkled musically. Helen puzzled over the change in her. She seemed restless, stirred, unhappy. Her dar.t beauty somehow was more brilliant, yet somehow clouded. "To marriage.” was the cryptic toast she offered when refreshments were brought. Helen's silence repeated the word with unmistakable inquiry. "This is his wedding day,” Shallimar went on. and drained her glass. "Let's go up to my room and you can tell me about it,” Helen said, sensing a confidence. To listen to another's story might make her own seem a little less important, she thought. For it had appeared to her that nothing in the world mattered but her love for Bob Ennis. Shallimar motioned to the tray. "Have it sent up. too.” she requested and Helen nodded in assent. A minute or two later they had made themselves comfortable in Helen's room and Shallimar plunged into her story without preliminaries. "I fell in love.” she confessed, "with an angaged man. He wouldn't break it off and today he's saying 'I will” to a lot of nonsense he probably isn't listening to. Not that it makes any difference—l mean about his being married now —but I can't forgive him for not refusing to give it up. “He said if I was any kind of Diana I could get my man against any odds. We quarreled about it—and. here I am!” “And here you'll stay.” Helen told her abruptly. Then, her voice softening with a note of sympathy: "I’m glad you came. Shallie. darling. I've been awfully lonesome for tome of the girls." "But you never Invited me,” Shallimar complained. “My grandfather was 111,” Helen explained, "and . .

“Never mind,” Shallimar broke in. “Are theer any men about?” “I’m afraid you won’t stay,” Helen laughed. "At least until morning,” Shallimar promised. b a a BUT by morning she had decided to postpone her stay indefinitely. Any man was game for her now. She was going to be reckless, ruthless and revengeful where the male of the species was concerned. And she had met Bob Ennis. Helen had telephoned Eva and invited her to dinner to meet Shallimar, knowing that her guest would prefer company and a later hour for intimate talk. They’d had an Interesting fortyfive minutes at table—Shallimar simply wouldn't remain there any longer—with the restless guest feeding her hostess tidbits of gossip about school friends in return for a delicious dinner. Eva was fascinated with her, a fascination in which Shallimar took keen delight. She saw that her scornful remarks anent. men were received by the younger girl with great respect. "Some fella has tried a masculine trick or two on her and she’s snowed under,” Shallimar decided, the while she smiled and curled her fine red lips contemptuously. Helen felt impelled to remark that she didn’t believe Shallimar was so bitter as she sounded. ,uGHzt?,-h.oWWR BOErhe ht "My dear. I love men,” Shallimar answered with flippant ease; "but I think they ought to suffer for the good of their souls.” "Oh.” va said softly, and envied Shallimar less. Her hate seemed so of the surface. And in her own heart Eva felt that hate should be respected as a cardinal emotion. It was not a thing to be taken lightly. As the evening wore on she grew exceedingly pensive and when Helen asked her to play and sing for them —she had a charming voice—and Shallimar Insisted upon jazz, she refused, rather impatiently, Shallimar thought. "I will not be made to cry,” Shalimar objected when Helen urged Eva to choose her selections to please herself. "If I heard one note that sounded as if it belonged in a wedding march I’d howl like a calf.” "Or bellow like a wolf, I suppose,” Helen teased. "Just the same ...” Shallimar said, and seated herself at the piano, leaving her sentence unfinished. A ripple of the keys—Eva caught by her technique, on the verge of being intrigued, when Helen whispered in her ear. b b n "W THERE is Bob?” she asked W swiftly. "I wish I knew,” Eva answered. “He’s been like a crazy man today, Helen. Whatever did you do to him last night?” "Is he miserable?” Helen pressed with a touch of exultation that provoked Eva a bit —until she saw that it was followed by tender concern and was in no way inspired by disregard of her brother's feelings. "Thoroughly.” she replied. "He ought to be.” Helen amozed her by saying. "He called me a rotter. Eva. Think of it!” Eva’s eyes opened wide, but Helen's smile reassured her. "You don't seem to mind very much,” she remarked. "I don't.” Helen admitted. “I think there’s just enough of the cave man in Bob to make him rough with the woman he loves when he thinks she's making a fool of herself. And what a fool I was!” "Tell me about it.” Eva pleaded. "Not now,” Helen demurred, noting that Shallimar was looking at them in a curious way. "I want you do to something for me.” she went on hurriedly. "Call up your house and if Bob is there ask him to come over.” "He won't, if you quarreled.” "Tell him I need him. Tell him —wait a minute—tell him to come and take you home. But you must get him inside when he gets here.” “All right.” Eva agreed. Helen got up and went over to stand beside the piano and hum with Shallimar's music. "Happy?” the latter asked, with the curious look of her eyes in her voice now. She was wondering who

—By Williams

Eva Ennis might be. Helen broke softly into song. "Lucky you,” Shallimar envied aloud. "All the girls are saying I Knew Her When, Helen.” "Let them. I shall invite them all to my wedding, when I’ve told the groom that he must be there.” During this Eva slipped away to the telephone in the library. Helen saw at once on her return that she had failed. ‘‘Not home,” she said with a shake of her head. Helen was instantly dejected, but she consoled herself with the thought that she would surely see him on the morrow. Eva must bring him. Eva did not stay long after that. Helen had her car brought round to take Eva home and, while she rather hoped Shallimar would decline, invited her to go along. Should an opportunity to see Bob arise, she much preferred to trust Eva’s understanding and sympathy to help her make the most of it. Shallimar would, intentionally, or otherwise, interfere, Helen feared. B B B THE darkly beautiful girl chose to interfere intentionally. Bob was just driving home when Helen drove her car up to the curb and pressed the brake pedal for a smooth stop. As Bob's figure loomed up in the moonlight she felt a wild desire to call to him: "Bob, I love you! I love you!” "Hello,” ihe said, so quietly she was amazed at herself. “Ah, a man, a tall man, and young, I vow,” Shallimar said. Helen caught the words but they held no sinister significance for her at the time. She did not know how deep lay the hurt in Shallimar’s heart as well as in her eyes and that she was, for the present, viciously serious in spite of her mocking words and carefree manner. “Oh. Bob!” Eva called and he was compelled to stop, although he had already hurriedly turned away to enter the house, hoping to escape unobserved and seek his room before the girls got in. Reluctantly he turned back, and tried to greet Helen as casually as she had greeted him. But his voice was raspy and the words jerked out discordantly. “A savage,” Shallimar characterized him to herself. "All the better, if only he's as good looking in a better light as he appears now.” A little later, a minute or two, she saw that he was all, in appearance at least, that she hoped he would be. Eva had turned on a subdued light In a table lamp, but Bob. governed by a longing to get a good look at Helen, who was standing in a shadow, snapped on a bright overhead light and flooded the room with brilliancy. (To Be Continued) ,

THE RETURN OF TARZAN

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Placing her safely there, he returned for Abdul. The Arabs outside were battering the door. At the moment it gave way, Tarzan lifted Abdul as though he had been a feather, and, with the dexterity of an ape, again climbed to the roof. Nor was he a moment too soon. . / 1

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Baffled, the angry Arabs soon gave up their search. ’l'he dancing girl begged Tarzan to save her. She had been stolen from her people and Sold as a slave. When she spoke her father's name. Tarzan was amazed to find it was the old sheik, hte friend in Sidi Aissa. Perhaps they could rtill reach Kadour ben Saden’s homebound camels.

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