Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 243, Indianapolis, Marion County, 19 February 1930 — Page 13

FEB. 19, 1930.

OUT OUR WAY

WORRY WART, I'M JISS WHUT IS TI GONNA PUT GONNA HIDE TH' ROOF, BEHIND TH' BIRD SO TH'

Rash Romance Inc. NEA FICTION by LAURA LOU BROOKMAN

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE (Continued! It was worn and the pleats in its skirt were skimpy and out of press. It was a forlorn little frock to be found in such an assemblage of finery. Judith had worn it during the days when she was working in Arthur Knight’s office. Those was a coat there, too—a black coat which had seemed quite respectable with its fur collar and simple, conservative lines in the days when it had been Judith's only wrap. Now it looked exactly what it was—a coat from the $65 rack, after six months’ wear. The ugliness of the garment seemed to please Judith. She clutched them to her, bore them to the bed and dumped them upon it. Then hastily she began to undress. Even the hand-made, gossamer lingerie came off. and in its place Judith donned her plainest, silk knit urderthings. They were not, truthfully, a part of the wardrobe Judith had owned before her marriace. They were simple, though, and not a reminder of Arthur Knight’s wealth. She chose a pair of black pumps with sensible walking heels, slipped them on her feet and then pulled the jersey dress over her head. There was a small black traveling bag which had made the trip to Bermuda. Into this Judith stuffed additional lingerie, pajamas, and hose. She dashed into the bathroom and came back with cold cream, powder, a tooth brush and one or two other supplies. # # # HER entire preperations had ta- ken less than a half-hour ken less than a half-hour. Judith was quite dry-eyed now Working had taken her mind from herself. Mechanically answering the demands of habit, she went to the clothes closet and straightened the garments which in haste she had twisted awry. She gathered up the shoes she had kicked off and placed them on the rack. When the closet was in order Judith shut the door and turned the latch. The hands on her wrist watch pointed to ten minutes until 4 o’clock. There was no time to lose and yet there was one thing which Judith knew she must do. She went to the desk, seated herself and drew out writing materials She lifted out the metal box which contained her letters, carried it to her traveling bag and dropped it Inside. Then she came back to the desk and picked up a pen. “Dear Arthur” she wrote. Judith hesitated. For several moments that was as far as she could-ret. Then she began to write rapidly: “Something has happened very unexpectedly which is taking me away for a short time. I am sorry I can not even say good-by. Please do not worry about me. I shall be quite all right, though I will be worried over whether or not you are taking your medicine and doing all the doctor says. “It is hard to go but I know it is best. What I am doing I am Mire will make both of us happier. Please believe me. Devotedly. JUDITH.” She read the note through, folded it and slid it into an envelope. On this she wrote. "Mr. Arthur Knight.” Judith did not notice the single tear drop which fell on the envelope. blurring the “t” in “Knight” into a vague ink mark. She pulled on her coat and the little felt hat she had worn with it. A final survey in the mirror. Judith Knight walked out of the room looking exactly like Judith Cameron five months earlier. She walked very cautiously. The sound of her footsteps on the stairs could have been heard (though she tried so hard to move softly) but there was no one about to hear. Knight was still dictating to Miss Tupper. Judith laid the envelope addressed to her husband upon a table in the hall. It would be impossible for him to miss it there. Then, quietly, she opened the front hall door and stepped out. Fifteen minutes later a train, with Judith Knight aboard, pulled cut of the station.

CHAPTER FORTY “THAT’S all for today!” Arthur Knight looked up smiling at his secretary, who sat with dictation notebook on one corner of his desk. “Well, it. isn’t going to be long now, I hope, before I’ll be getting into the office myself and save you all these suburban trips.” Miss Tupper met Knight’s smile with one in which maternal tenderness and the respect due an employer were mingled. “I do hope you’ll be back at your desk soon,” she answered. “Everyone in the office is anxious to see you. But you know it isn’t any bother at all for me to come out here. I—l don’t mind in the least.” She had barely saved herself from adding that she enjoyed the intimacy of working with Arthur Knight here in his home. It would have been a truthful statement, but she decided the words seemed too personal. As though any thought at all of Kathryn Tupper’s concerning her employer was not personal after she had worked with the man and for him for fifteen years! The private secretary had not forgiven Knight for marrying his attractive young wife, but she was j like an indulgent elder viewing a willful child. She preferred to think his errors were the fault of others. Now she folded her notebook and collected the papers she was to take back to the city. “That’s all very well!” Knight assured her. “Just the same I know coming or" here is a nuisance. Well, strictly confidence. I’ve made Shephard promise to let me out of the house next week.” “Oh. I’m so glad!” There was no doubt of that. Miss Tupper’s voice, more clearly than her words, expressed delight. “Don’t suppose I’ll get into town the first day, but it’s a start. Lord! Seems as though I’ve been cooped up in this house for ten years!” "You’ve always been so active," murmured the secretary. “But you must turn over anew leaf now! You can’t keep on going this strenuous pace—” Knight interrupted. His forehead wrinkled in a frown. “Miss Tupper,” he said, “I want your frank opinion. Will you be honest with me? Tell me, do you think I’ve aged in the last few months?” “Why—oh, my, no! I didn’t mean that, Mr., Knight! Oh, I hope you didn’t think I meant anything like that. It’s just that you aren’t as strong as you were. I mean, you mustn’t let yourself get tired!” He smiled at her confusion. “I’m afraid you're quibbling. Well, no matter! I certainly mustn't keep you any longer now. You'll be out tomorrow?” She said she would arrive at the usual time next day. Then Miss Tupper picked up her brief case and went out into the hallway, where Harriet brought her wraps. # # # AFTER she had gone, Knight continued to sit slumped back in his desk chair. Tony found him in the same position fifteen minutes later. She came In radiantly to invite her father to tea. “Tea for an invalid?" he asked, “Do you think it's quite proper?” “You're not an invalid, mister, You're the horny-handed son of toil! Haven’t you been working all afternoon? Too bad Miss Tupper’s gone, isn’t it? She might have liked a cup of tea.” Knight followed his daughter into the living room. No one else was about. “Where’s Judith?” he asked quickly. “Oh. I don’t know. In the city. I suppose. She’s been making a lot of trips in town lately, hasn't she?” Tony was as casual in her manner as were her words. Harriet entered with the tea tray and placed it on a table conveniently near. Then she filled the cups and served the plate of cakes. Knight sipped his tea, looking bored. Tony put down her cup and perched on the edge of he father's chair. “Darling’s tired, isn’t he?” she crooned. Knight shook his head, “Yes. he is. He’s tired and fed up with this stuffy old place. What you need is a lot of people around

—By Williams

and things happening. Life! Come on—let’s go places and do things! Let’s get the car and have dinner in town tonight!” “Not tonight, Tony,” her father said. “Next week perhaps. I'd certainly like to. But what would Judith say?” “Oh—Judith! Have we always got to think about Judith?” “Of course we have.” “But she forgets about you.” “What do you mean?” A harsh quality had entered Knight’s voice “Well, I mean—she isn’t here is she? And every day almost it’s just the same. Sometimes I think —well, I don’t know! You and I are used to living out here, Father. We like it. But I suppose for some one who isn't accustomed to this sort of life it would be monotonous—” “You think Judith is tired of all this?” “Oh, of course not! I just meant it's only natural for her to want to get around and see her friends occasionally. Who are her friends, Father?” “Why—the same people you and I know.” “But there must be girls—and men—that she knew before you and she were married?” Knight looked at Tony. She had started off a whole train of suspicious thoughts, each catching fire from the other like a package of Fourth of July fire crackers. # # # TONY was quick to seize her opportunity. “You know, father,” she went on seriously, “I’ve learned to understand Judith a lot better than I did. Of course, you know I apologized for the way I treated her at first. I couldn’t help that. “It was—because I loved you so much! But lately since we’ve all been home together so much I’ve learned to know her better. There’s just one thing that —rather hurts me.” “What is that?” “Well, I’ve tried so hard to be friendly with her but it doesn’t seem to do any good. She—l guess she doesn’t like me!” “Nonsense, Tony. You mustn’t talk that way about Judith.” “But. father, It's true! Yesterday afternoon I rearranged all my plans so I could drive into town with her. For some reason—l don’t know why—she didn't seem to like it at all.” “I’m sure you’re mistaken, Tony. Judith does want to be friendly with you. I know that.” “Oh. I'm so glad! If you really believe that, I’ll keep right on trying.” She slipped her arms about her father affectionately and laid her head against his shoulder. Presentily she glanced up at him. Arthur Knight was staring off across the room with unseeing eyes. “Father, isn't it time for you to rest now? You know—doctor’s orders!”

(To Be Continued)

With the men who survived, Tarzan got up steam upon the Kincaid, and with the aid of the mate, he planned to set out in quest of Jungle island. Next morning came a heavy gale from the west forcing them for days to lay within shelter of the river's mouth. Upon the deck the pack wandered by day without restraint, for they had learned through Tarzan and Mugambi that they must harm no one now on the ship.

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GUN IS KNOCKED FROM EASY'S HAND! CREW FALLS UPON HIM AS SEAMAN DEALS BLOW FROM ALOFT. EASY DESPERATE.... HAD HOPED TO TAKE SHIP AND PREVENT DAWSON'S ESCAPE IN FRISCO FOG. A BATTLE ROYAL—ONE AGAINST TEN— EASY BOWL'S 'EM OVER RIGHT AND LEFT.

SALESMAN SAM

TOO LATE TA GET MY NO—YOU HAVE PLENTY OF MONEY BACK ON A TIME—TH'S STORE DOESN'T CHRISTMAS PRESENT? CLOSE TILL FIVE—

MOM’N POP

THE MOMENT I LAID EYES HE WAS ABOUT AS FRIENDLY AS ON AUNT AMY, I SENSED SOME- A MOTOR COP HANDING OUT A THING WRONG. BUT FOR THE LIFE A SUMMONS. I CAN UNDERSTAND THE ICY OF ME. I CAN'T SEE WHY SHE THAT, BUT WHAT IGNITES ME RECEPTION BLAMES ME. I CERTAINLY DID MY BEST IS HIS IDEA THAT I TRICKED ACCORDED MOM TO KEEP HER FROM MARRYING THE HIM INTO MATRIMONY AND POP WHN THEY EXPECTEDLY RAN INTO NT AMY AND E COLONEL AS RETURNED FROM IR HONEYMOON IS STILL UZZLING THE GUNNS COLONEL

THE BEASTS OF TARZAN

At night they were confined below. Tarzan's joy had been unbounded when he learned from his wife that the little child who had perished in the village of M'ganwazam was not their son. Who that baby was they could not guess. It seemed logical to them to hope that their little Jack had never been brought aboard the Kincaid. since the faithful Swede had insisted no other child had been on the ship since she lay at Dover.

—By Martin

FORK OVER $4.98— NOT SO FAST, MISTER! TH' PRICE TH' WIFE PAID FOR LET'S HAVE A LOOK THAT BANJO CLOCK! FIRST! WHY GO ELSEWHERE TO GET STUCK

As Jane and Tarzan stood upon the Kincaid’s deck recounting to one another the details of the various adventures through which each had passed since they parted in their London home, there glared at them beneath the scowling brows of a hidden watcher upon the shore. Though the man’s brain was passing a plan whereby he might still thwart the escape of Lord and Lady Greystoke, and achieve a terrible vengeance besides.

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~EGAD JAKE, WHAT YOU YEH, GET A SHOULD DO IS TO PATTERN FEW CHECKER THREE-DECK BUNK ON THIS PLACE ALONG THE LINES BOARDS AN' TH' WALL, SO YOU MUGS OF AN OLD ENGLISH SMOKING PACKS OF CAN FLATTEN OUT IN SHOP!~ PUT IN A COUPLE OF CARDS FOR TH'AFTERNOON, FOR AN BENCHES AND A TABLE TO TH' BOYS! APPETITE SNOOZE! ENCOURAGE YOUR PATRONS TO ~MAKE IT A ~ LATER ON, I MAY TARRY ~ MAKE IT A SORT OF MAKE IT LOOK LIKE GATHERING PLACE NEIGHBORHOOD PHILOSOPHERS GENT, WHEN TH' INSIDE OF A ~~A TOBACCO TAVERN OF HIS WIFE HAS BOX-CAR ~ SO GOOD FELLOWSHIP, EGAD! HIM ON TH' OWL'S CLUB REG. U. S. PAT. OFF. 1930 BY NEA SERVICE, INC.

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GOOD OLD EASY! HOW THAT BOY FIGHTS! BUT ALAS, UP AND DOWN THE SHROUDS—ACROSS DECKS—IN AND OUT OF CABINS HACKING AND BATTERING EACH OTHER WITH KNIVES, BELAYING-PINS AND WHAT NOT. 1930 BY NEA SERVICE, INC. REG. U. S. PAT. OFF.

AUNT AMY WAS SIMPLY THE COLONEL MADE AFTER THE WAY WE MADE OFF BUT ITS MY GUESS BURSTING. I THOUGHT SHE'D SOME REMARK ABOUT WITH MILLIONS THAT BYRIGHT THAT IT'LL TAKE BOIL OVER ANY MINUTE. SHE ME GIVING HIM A CLEAR ARE MINE, NOTHING WOULD MORE THAN THEIR SAID SHE'D TALK TO ME LATER. BERTH. WELL IF HE'S SATISFY ME MORE THAN TO MONEY TO MAKE THOSE I'M DYING OF CURIOSITY TO LOOKING FOR TROUBLE. MASSAGE HIS KNOW 1930 BY NEA SERVICE, INC. REG. U. S. PAT. OFF.

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By Edgar Rice Burroughs

This watcher was Paulivitch, athirst for revenge. He alone had managed to escape the Kincaid during the bloody carnage. When midnight’s silence betokened all asleep aboard the ship, he made his way, undiscovered, to her side, a sinister smile curling his bearded lips. Here he halted, trembling with nervous excitement. But no sound came from above. Ah! If he could but get his hands on a certain little hardwood case hidden in the cabin!

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