Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 246, Indianapolis, Marion County, 22 February 1930 — Page 11

OUT OUR WAY

HEE-HE'D GROAN, YEH-HEH, TH' OH YES, TOO, IF HE HAD MACHINES MAKIN' YES— WELL, I THAT BIG LOUT IT EASY FOR OILED IT DON'T SEE SITT'N ON HIS HIM AN' HE'S TWICE WHAT MAKES BACK. MOST MAKIN IT HARD THAT PLANER EVERYTHING IS FOR TH' MACHINE. READY GROAN LIKE BEIN' DONE T'DAY IF HE HAD THIS MORNIN'S THAT BY MACHINERY ONE O' THEM BUT THAT BIRD IS FAT REDUCIN AWAY AHEAD OF HIS MACHINES, HE'S TIME—HE RESTS REDUCE TH' REG. U.S. PAT. OFF. THE COM "PLANER." 2-22 ©1930 BY NEA SERVICE, INC.

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO (Continued.) It was a blessing to reach her station and climb up the stairs to fresh air again. Somehow she had managed to maintain possession of her purse, her gloves and her traveling bag. She was not sure of the location of the hotel which sh sought. She vas not even entire sure of the name. Instead of making inquiries Judith set out walking north. She was on Broadway. Beside her, and occasionally impeding progress, was the flowing stream of vehicles. Multi-colored taxicabs, sedate town cars, heavy trucks and small, smart delivery cars darted past. They added to the confused whirl in Judith's mind. Surely the place should be around here somewhere! Judith paused at the intersection of two streets and looked about. There were dazzling electric movie signs, farther in the distance theater signs, but. nowhere a building resembling the hotel. But it must be near. Judith decided to inquire of a policeman. One was standing in the center of the street directing traffic. She waited until the stop signal had flashed and the officer had blown his whistle. Then she ventured out toward the safety zone. The tall, blue-coated man scarcely could hear her question. He bent his head, frowning, and asked her to speak louder. What hotel? Oh. yes. Yes. he knew the place. Two blocks south and one to the left again. Judith thanked him. She hurried back to the sidewalk and retraced her steps. Odd that she should have walked past the place. It was after 6 o'clock. The sun was lost behind the clouds, and high buildings and all up and down the street electric lights flashed. The big "White way" displayed signs gleamed far to the southward and robbed the gloaming of its charm. There is no twilight on Broadway. Day jumps directly to night. Judith Knight turned a comer and saw ahead of her the hotel she had been searching for. She hurried toward it. The place was respectable looking. She went up the steps and entered a lobby with some pretense of past elegance in its worn marble floor and dull red rugs. Leather chairs were arranged in groups and against the walls. Here and there a potted palm tree stood. # # # A BELL BOY in maroon uniform approached and took Judith's traveling bag. He led her toward the registration desk at the rear of the room. "Can you give me a room for the night?” The clerk behind the counter had a youthful face, but his blond hair was thinned to a bald spot. "Yes. madam. I can give you a room with bath on the sixth floor." "What is the price?" "Three dollars and a half." "Have you—anything for less?" He nodded. "Room on the court." he told her. "Fourth floor. I can let you have that at $2.50." "I’ll take it.” The clerk dipped a pen in ink. handed it to Judith and whirled the revolving registration book toward her. She took the pen shakily, hesitated and then wrote: "Judith Cameron. Fulton. Mo.” “Front" called the bald young man to the bell boy. "Show this lady to 419." The boy picked up the traveling bag and Judith followed. There was a single elevator shaft at the right, and they waited there for the car to reach the ground floor. Two men had come into the lobby while Judith was signing the register. They were talking to the clerk now. Judith glanced at them carelessly. An elderly woman in black satin entered the room from the adjacent restaurant and settled herself in one of the big leather chairs. Judith noted that the girl at the cigar and news counter was a redcheeked brunet. The elevator car descended from

above and the door opened with a clicking noise. Judith entered. “Four!” the bell boy told the operator. The car wheezed slowly aloft. At the fourth floor it settled again and the door opened. There were lights on either side of a mirror facing the elevator shaft. Beyond these the hall ahead looked dark. The bell boy took the j corridor to the left and Judith followed. The boy paused before a door, entered and snapped an electric light switch. Judith stood in the doorway. She saw’ a tiny room with brilliant flowered wall paper. There was a bed, a dressing table and one chair. The boy was raising the room’s only window. "Anything else, ma’am?" he asked, lingering, Judith opened her purse and handed him a quarter. "That’s all I believe. Thank you.” The door shut behind the youth. Judith drew her hat off and ran her fingers through her hair. For the last hour her head had been throbbing, and she was very tired. Judit sank into a chair and closed her eyes. The telephone at her side buzzed sharply. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE THE bell rang a second time. Startled. Judith stared at the telephone and hesitated. Then she picked up the instrument. Who in the world could be calling her? "Hello?” she said in a low voice. "Long distance,” came the crisp voice of the operator. “Will you hold the wire please?” Judith swayed. All at once it seemed her breath caught in her throat. For an eternity she waited. Then there were buzzings on the wire. She could hear the muffled tones of operators making connections. Suddenly clearly above the rest a soprano voice cut in. "There's your party. Ready, Indianapolis?” "Indianapolis—?” Judith choked. "Operator, who is this call for?” "Indianapolis calling R. J. Wagner. Isn’t Mr. Wagner waiting?” the girl at the switchboard asked impatiently. “There’s some mistake! There’s—there’s no Mr. Wagner here." "What number is you room, please?" "This is room 419." For a moment there was no sound, then: "Sorry, madam. The call is for room 1419. Excuse it, please.” With a limp sigh Judith set down the telephone. Oh, what a shock that had been! She put one hand to her head and brushed her hair back with a nervous little gesture which she had acquired recently. Her heart was still pumping too fast. Of course she had hoped the call was from Arthur. Perfectly ridiculous, perfectly foolish to nurture such hopes! Judith felt ashamed of herself. For what right had she to believe that, even though Arthur Knight knew where to find her, he would ask her to come home? There was a dark splotch on Judith's conscience which no amount of reasoning and no amount of justifying herself could remove. "Living a lie! Living a lie!" was the tormenting chant which sang itself back and forth through her mind. No matter what she did. she could not seem to escape that refrain. She arose and sought relief in action. # # # IT was such a little room! Judith moved to the window and peered outside. The court was inky blackness. Up above her a few lights were twinkling. She pulled the shade farther down and faced about. Her traveling bag stood on the floor, just where the bellboy had left it. Judith set it on a chair, snapped the lock open and drew out her meager supplies. The powder and toilet requirements, she placed on the dressing table. There were no frocks to be hung away. She laid pajamas and a silk robe upon the bed. The dark metal

—By Williams

box which had been one of the last things Judith had stowed in the bag caught her eye. She lifted it out. Judith sat on the bed and held the box in her lap. She turned a key which opened the lock, pushed the lid back and lifted out a pile of letters. There was something else inside the box. She fumbled under a collection of papers until she found it. The object was a small old-fash-ioned gold locket and attached to it was a chain. The locket was oval in shape, heavily engraved, and made in two parts. Judith pressed her thumbnail against a tiny gold knob. The locket opened. A miniature photograph was revealed on either side. One was a young man, though the photograph undoubtedly had been made years ago. The other showed a small boy, with dark curling hair and attractive features. "Father!” Judith moaned. “Oh. father—!” She buried her head in the pillows and lay there, shoulders shaking with sobs. Gradually she grew quieter. It was fifteen minutes before the girl raised her head, dried her eyes and began to pack the letters away. When she came to the locket she held it in her hand and touched it lovingly. Then she slipped it about her throat and fastened the clasp. It was nearly 7 o'clock, but Judith had forgotten about dinner. Since there seemed nothing else to do she removed her frock, hung it away and made preparations for the night. Fifteen minutes later she had turned out the light and climbed into bed. She still wore the locket. Judith stared with eyes wide open at the black celling. The bed was stiff and uncomfortable, so different from the downy one to which she was accustomed. She stirred uneasily, found her original position was better, and moved again, Surely Arthur had read her letter by this time. What was he thinking? It was singular that in all her misery and loneliness Judith gave little thought to Tony. Tony Knight had been directly responsible for her banishment and yet Judith did not reproach the girl. After all, it was not Tony who made Judith’s plight serious. It w r as the truth of the facts which Tony knew. The little room on the court was stuffy and ill ventilated. Judith tossed sleeplessly for what seemed to be hours. At last she drifted into troubled slumber. # # # WHEN she awoke the room was still dark. Judith blinked her eyes, closed them, then opened them once more. For a frightened instant she could not remember where she was. She sat up, startled. (To Be Continued)

THE BEASTS OF TARZAN

In the cabin that had belonged to the Russian there ticked on and on through the silences of the night that little mechanism in the small black box which held for the unconscious sleepers the coming vengeance of the last of Tarzan’s enemies. Tick . . tick . . tick . . with apparently unending monotony. Yet second by second a little arm on one of the wheels came nearer its goal upon the dial beside the clockworks.

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BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES

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I'M ALL SET I'LL GET FRECKLES TO BRING FOR MY DOG SHOW HIS DOG QUICK AN' WE'LL THERE'LL NOW...IF I DO SAY HAVE THE SHOW BEFORE BE NOTHING IT, YOU ARE ONE AMZY CAN HAVE TIME TO IT!!

WASHINGTON TUBBS II

DAWSON RUNS BEFORE THE STORMS OUT OF FRISCO... HE SAILS ON PURPLE SEAS, AND BLUE SEAS, AND GRAY, AND PINK.. ...WITH CHILL WINDS AND SCORCH- ING WINDS....WITH RAIN....WITH SUN

SALESMAN SAM

MOM’N POP

HUM! NOW I I-I BROKE WELL THAT'S THE WONDER THE KIND OF A LITTLE HOW THAT WINDOW POP GIRL POP LIKES, HERE'S HAPPENED A DIME FOR BEING SO TRUTHFUL LIKE

Shortly after the break of day Tarzan was on deck, noting the condition of the weather. The wind had abated. The sky was cloudless. Every condition seemed ideal for the commencement of the return voyage to Jungle island, where the beasts were to be left. And then— home! The ape-man roused the mate and gave instructions that the Kincaid sail at the earliest possible moment.

—By Martin

The remaining members of the crew, safe in Lord Greystoke’s assurance they would not be prosecuted for their share in the villainies of the two Russians, hastened with cheerful alacrity to their several duties. The beasts, liberated from the confinement of the hold, wandered about the deck much to the discomfiture of the crew, who knew only too well what the Beasts of Tarzan were capable of doing.

OUR BOARDING HOUSE

WHILE YOU WERE SPRAWLED OUT ON THE COUCH, DURING CONFOUND IT, WOMAN. YOU USE YOUR NAP, A ROLL OF BILLS THE TACTICS OF A GYPSY! SLIPPED OUT OF YOUR POCKET— ~DRAT IT~THAT MONEY $6400 IN ALL ~ SO I IS THE DUES OF THE OWLS CONFISCATED HALF OF IT FOR CLUB MEMBERS, INTRUSTEDMYSELF!~ I UNDERSTAND ME FOR TREASURY DEPOSIT YOU WERE IN ON THE DEAL OF ~COME, COME, GIVE BACK SELLING THAT TOBACCO STORE THE OTHER HALF!~ VERILY, TO JAKE ~~ AND I YOU WILL HAVE ME JAILED NATURALLY SURMISED THAT AS AN EMBEZZLER! THE REG. U. S. PAT. OFF 2-22 ©1930 BY NEA SERVICE, INC.

WHUT'S TH' BOY! ON THIS, PRIZE GONNA TO HAVE COMPETITION, TOO!! BE ... HUH OSCAR!! ?

TRADE OF THE PACIFIC, AND LIES BECALM-

BUY A NICE BIGGA SURE! I'D LIKE TA BUY FER DA KEED? SEVERAL— BUT I CAN'T GET 'EM IN MY SUIT-CASE!

By Edgar Rice Burroughs

Beneath the watchful eye of Mugambi, however, Sheeta and the apes of Akut curbed their desire to sink their fangs and talons in the soft flesh of further prey. At last the Kincaid slipped down the Ugambi and ran out upon the shimmering wafers of the Atlantic . . . Within the cabin the little hand of death crept on toward the hour which Paulvitch had set. Then, the ticking mechanism would cease— forever.

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