Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 244, Indianapolis, Marion County, 20 February 1930 — Page 15

FEB. 20, 1930.

OUT OUR WAY

ONE COME A OVER A BLOCK TOP-KNOT YOU'VE "I'M GONNA TELL AN' JUST LOOK WON'T GOT ON MAW", EVEY MOVE AT HIS FACE- WON'T STAY YOUR YOU MAKE —IS WHAT'VE YOU DOWN SHOES? BAD BEEN EATIN? BUT THREE— HEROES ARE MADE—NOT BORN

CHAPTER FORTY (Continued) He smiled at her. “You’re becoming quite a nurse!” Yes I guess it is time for me to go upstairs now. Dinner’s at seven I suppose?” Tony said that she supposed it was. Arthur Knight arose and went up the stairway. When at 6:30 he reappeared in the living room Tony did not hear him enter. All in sparkling white, she was intent before the radio dials, tuning in on a hotel orchestra’s syncopation. The crash of brass and trumpet filled the room. Knight crossed the room, placed a hand on the girl’s shoulders and she whirled about. “Hasn’t Judith come in yet?” he asked. Tony shook her head innocently. “I haven't seen her.” she said. “Wait—I’ll ask Harriet.” Arthur Knight shut off the raucous aerial din, and waited. “Harriet says she hasn’t seen her,” Tony reported. “She said Mrs. Wheeler was looking for her but she hasn’t come in yet.” “That's strange. Judith didn't say anything at noon about going out anywhere. did she?” Petulant little lines formed on the girl’s brow. “Did she?” she repeated. “No, I Can’t seem to remember anything. It’s strange, isn’t it?” Knight rang a bell for the maid. “Will you go upstairs,” he said to Harriet when she appeared, “and see if Mrs. Knight is in her room?" “Yes, sir.” # # minutes later he was informed that Mrs. Knight was not upstairs. “She didn't go into town, either, Mr. Knight—that is not with the car. Bert’s been working out in the garage all afternoon.” “I see. Thank you, Harriet. I imagine Mrs. Knight will be here soon.” Seven o’clock came, but Judith did not appear. Dinner was kept waiting and Arthur Knight paced back and forth, back and forth through the living room and hall. Tony had found this was no time to hear her favorite radio musicians. She sat upon a window seat, peering out into the shadowy street. Tony’s concern over her stepmother's disappearance was perfectly simulated. At 7:30 Knight was worried. “Perhaps there’s been an accident!” he appealed to Tony. “If she went into town she must have taken a train. Judith wouldn’t have forgotten all about time this way. I’m going to telephone—” It was then, as he hurried through the hallway that his eye caught sight of the envelope. It was addressed In Judith's writing— The folded sheet was spread before him in an instant. Arthur Knight read: “Dear Arthur: “Something has happened very unexpectedly which is taking me away for a short time—” After the man had read it all through twice he stood staring through the window. This letter, he was trying to convince himself, meant that Judith had gone! Tony, watching secretly, grew nervous. Why. it must have been ten minutes he had been standing there with his back toward her! She went into the halL “Daddy, what's happened? Is anything the matter?” she asked, slipping one hand under his arm. Knight turned. He eyed the girl as though he did not know what she said. “What is it. Daddy?” Tony begged. “Read it,” he said, handing her the letter. “But—why, how strange! What in the world does it mean?” the girl demanded. “It means I've lost her.” Knight's face, thin from illness, looked drawn and careworn. His restless, burning eyes sought Tony’s in misery. “Judith’s gone,” he continued in that still, oddly unnatural tone. “It means she won’t come back!” His glance circled the room sharply. Suddenly Arthur Knight caught up a hat and overcoat, and swung out of the house into the night.

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE THE front door closed with a bang. For an instant Tony Knight stared. Then, impulsively, as she did everything, she flung it open and ran out of the house. “Father!” she cried. “Father!” The dark figure half way down the walk did not hesitate but strode forward. Tony rushed after him. “Father—wait!” There was a moon in the sky but its light was deceptive. The shimmering, silver rays suggested warmth and fragrant breezes. Instead, the night wind was chill and it stung Tony’s bare shoulders. The chiffon draperies of her skirt swept backward, outlining her figure. Tony sped on. “Where are you going?” she gasped. She was abreast of Arthur Knight now and had caught his arm. Knight slowed his pace. “I’m—going for a walk,” he told her. “But it’s late! And—you shouldn't be out tonight. Let’s go back to the house!” Knight nodded his head. “Yes,” he said. “Go back. I’ll come after a while.” Tony still clung to his arm. “Not without you,” she said. “It’s cold, father! This night air will make you sick again. You shouldn’t have come out in it.” Her father was looking at her and yet Tony Knight felt as though he did not really see her. She had never seen him with such an expression. It terrified the girl. “Go back in the house. Tony,” he said. “I’ll come later.” “No! I won’t let you stay out here!” Now she was tugging at him, trying by main force to make him turn back toward the house. Even Knight's voice sounded unnatural. How long they might have stayed there is doubtful. Suddenly Tony stepped backward and stumbled. Her father’s arm caught her instinctively. “Why, Tony!” he said in surprise. “You haven’t any coat You’re shivering. You mustn’t be out here like this! You’ll take cold!” Tire spike heel of the girl's fragile evening slipper had caught in the turf and wrenched her ankle. She reached down to rub the injured joint. The minute her fingers touche it, she moaned. “Ooh!” Knight put his arm about her. “Did you hurt yourself?” he asked. Now he was talking like himself again. The haze which had clouded his eyes seemed to have faded. “My ankle—ooh, it hurts!” “Here, take hold of my shoulder. Do you think you can walk like that?” “I guess so.” # # # SLOWLY, with Tony’s arm about her father’s neck and his about her waist, the couple made their way up the walk. The front hall door still was standing open and the yellow light from the hallway flooded the steps and part of the walk. The girl limped as though every movement caused her pain. When they had reached the steps Arthur Knight paused, picked up his daughter as though she were a child and carried her into the house. He was breathing heavily when he set her down in a big chair in the living room. Then he closed the hall door, threw aside his coat and hat and went to find Mrs. Wheeler. A moment later and he was back, followed by the housekeeper. “She hurt her ankle,” he was saying over his shoulder. “Better get hot water —bind it up—maybe you’d better call Shephard.” Mrs. Wheeler’s skirts bustled as she came forward. She knelt in front of Tony, who was grimacing as though with intense pain and leaning back in the chair. Gently Mrs. Wheeler removed the silk slipper and rolled down the cobwebby hose. “Ooh—it hurts!” Tony exclaimed. The housekeeper examined the ankle. “Hm:” she said. “You’re turned it.” Looking up toward Arthur Knight, she added, “Think we can get her upstairs?”

—By Williams

“Not now!” insisted Tony. “Can’t you fix it here?” It did not suit Mrs. Wheeler’s sense of the fitness of things to bring in a tub of hot water into the elegant iving room of the Knight home and soak and bandage an injured ankle there. Nevertheless it was done. Knight stood by, watching the procedure rather helplessly. The joint did not swell and the housekeper pronounced that it did not need the attention of a physician. When she had finished wrapping up the foot and placed a footstool conveniently, Mrs. Wheeler withdrew, carrying tub and towels. The girl smiled at her father. “It’s going to be all right now, I think,” she said. “Guess I won't do any dancing tonight!” “Were you planning to go out?” “Oh, no! I’d much rather stay here with you. I wonder what’s on the air tonight? Won’t you see what you can get?” Her father turned obediently toward the radio. Even on the night of Judith’s disappearance Tony held the center of attention, and not for one minute did she allow Knight to forget it. Soon she was laughing. The bandaged ankle was evidently quite ail right again. # # # AT 11 o’clock they went up the stairs. Tony was not so gay now. She said good-night and left him at her door. Arthur Knight went down the hall toward his own room. Fifteen minutes later there was a tapping on the door. Knight looked toward It. He folded the letter (the one Judith had left) which he had been reading and placed it in the pocket of his coat. He did not know how long he had been staring at that page. The man was dressed just as he had been when he entered the room. “Yes,” he called. “Who is it?” The door opened an inch. “It’s me,” Tony told him. “Can I come in?” “Certainly.” The girl entered. She was wearing a shimmering negligee of pink stuff and looking very childlike. Her expression was sweetly serious. “Daddy,” Tony said softly as she crossed the room and put both arms about her father’s neck, “I just wanted to tell you that—l’m sorry about Judith going away. “I know you feel badly and I do, too—because you do. But, Daddy, you know I’ll never leave you! I’m sorry—she did it.” He patted her shoulder but did not answer. “Maybe,” continued the girl artfully, “she’ll come back again!” “Run along, Tony,” Knight said huskily. “We'll see how things work out.” (To Be Continued)

THE BEASTS OF TARZAN

Stealthily, Paulvitch worked his craft forward until the ropes from the Kincaid’s bowsprit were directly above him. He could just reach them. To make his canoe fast there was but the work of minute or two, and then the man raised himself quietly aloft. A moment later he dropped softly to the deck. No sign or sound of the watch appeared upon the ship’* deck, and as he crept toward the forecastle all was silence.

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H'LO, SLEEPY FEET! WHATS TH BOTHER THIS TIME? —OHH! A LETTER AN' HER HORSE RAN AWAY!!! THAT EVER HAPPENS TO ME!! OMYGOSH!! — BUT, SHE WAS RESCUED THESE DIZZY BLONDES HAVE BY A SWELL LOOKIN' ROMEO— ALL TH' LUCK! WHY, HONEST T'GOSH THAT ONE'S BEEN LOST N' FOUND GETTIN T'BE A HABIT WITH

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GET D'YA WANT TO TH' PRIZE AT MY DOG SHOW... TO MY DOG SHOW, WHAT DOG GET HURT? TH' ONLY OTHER DOGS IN TOWN PINKY? THAT I KNOW OF ARE

WASHINGTON TUBBS II

EASY IS WHIPPED! THROWN IN HOLD. CAPTURE OF SCHOONER FAILS. POLICE SEARCH FRISCO WATERFRONT IN VAIN AS DAWSON NEARS GOLDEN GATE IN FOG. IT'S THE POLICE TUG, MATES—IS WE SNEAK BY HER WE'RE SAFE.

SALESMAN SAM

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MOM’N POP

WELL WELL, AS I LIVE AND BREATHE, OLD COLONEL ROWDY HIMSELF-I HOPE YOU'RE OVER YOUR PEEVISH SPELL, COLONEL. HOW'S MATRIMONY? STILL THE WISE-CRACKER, EH? WELL I'LL JUST LET YOU IN ON A FEW CRACKS OF MY OWN. I'VE A FEW NAMES ON MY TELEPHONE LIST THAT KNOW HOW TO PUT THE O. T. ON TRICKSTERS LIKE YOU WELL, I'LL JUST LET ON YOUR CHEST, IT? YOU CAME OUT ON IN ON A FEW CRACKS COLONEL? IF TOP IN THIS DEAL MY OWN. I'VE A YOU WANT T'BE YOU'RE FAST. I HAND NAMES ON MY TOUGH, LET'S IT TO YOU, GUNN PHONE LIST THAT HAVE IT HOW TO PUT THE

Thoughts of the hideous pack which tenanted the ship brought cold shivers along the spine of the prowler: but life depended upon the success of his venture, and so he was enabled to steel himself to the frightful chances which lay before him. Presently he slunk his way to the cabin and as he closed and locked the door behind him, his face wore a gleam of malevolent satisfaction.

—By Martin

HE SUGGESTS THAT I EAT ONE LETTUCE LEAF, A GLASS OF ORANGE JUICE AN' A CRACKER- WELL, THIS TIME, FER GOSH SAKES STICK TO TH' DOC'S ORDERS! WH DO YA TAKE THAT STUFF— GOSH SAKES STICK TO TH' DOC'S ORDERS! WHEN

He lighted the lantern swinging from the beams overhead, then stooped and felt beneath the table top. A moment later he withdrew from its hiding place the thing he sought. Now he held the black box well in the rays of the lamplight, while he fingered at the clasp that fastened its lid. The lifted cover revealed a mechanism resembling the works of a small clock, a little battery and another compartment, sealed in place with asphaltum.

OUR BOARDING HOUSE

NO, ANDY~ I SA-A-Y~ GO RECCOMMEND A CROWD Y'SELF CIGAR WHEN "SAN PAYPA" IN A CORNER! SOMEDING SOMEBODY FOR THE ~~I'LL DO TH' SWEET IS TREATING, GENTLEMAN! SUGGESTIN'! VOT I ALWAYS ~SIR, AS A ~IF YOU WANT ULD TAKE A JUDGE OF TO WORK HERE, "HAVANA LILY" VERY FINE I'LL GIVE YOU A IT ~~MILD AS CIGARS AND JOB STANDIN CHURCH A FORMER OUT IN FRONT, SOCIAL TOBACCO HOLDIN' A PUNCH PLANTATION HANDFUL OF

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By Edgar Rice Burroughs

In the bottom of the box lay a key. This Paulvitch withdrew, fitted to the stem and wound it several times. All the time he was listening intently, bu none came to interrupt this wicked work. Setting a pointer upon a small dial at the side of the clockwork, he replaced the cover upon the black box and returned the whole machine to its aiding place.

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