Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 247, Indianapolis, Marion County, 24 February 1930 — Page 11

FEB. 24, 1930

OUT OUR WAY

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE (Continued.) Gradually the past day’s adventures came back to her. Like a flash it was all clear in her mind. Of course! The drive with Tony—the girl’s ultimatum—hasty packing —the note to Arthur—catching the train—this hotel. So here she was and her exile was not a dream. It was tragically true. She was separated from Arthur and only fate could say when she should see him again. Was it morning? .Judith rubbed her eyes and wondered. She felt as though she had slept a long while, but she was still tired and nestled in the bed covers, loath to move. At last she sat up and put one foot out on the cold floor. She went to the window and raised the shade. The hands of her watch pointed to 11:30 o’clock. Yes. the little watch was ticking. It really must be that late. Judith felt that she must hurry to get dressed. At home since Arthur’s illness she had slipped into the lazy habit of sleeping until 8:30. But 11:30——! Hot water, then cold water splashed in the bowl. Quickly Judith pulled on undergarments, stockings and pumps. She combed and brushed her hair and dusted her face with powder. Last she slid the jersey frock over her head and fastened the little oldfashioned locket about her neck. Was there the slightest trace of defiance in her face as she did this? Judith's head ached drearily. It occurred to her this might be the result of hunger. Then she remembered she had no dinner the evening before. When she bad slipped on hat and mat and picked up her purse, she stopped to make a survey of the room. She stepped back and raised the window to its full height. Then she went out of the room and locked the door. She noted on the way to the elevator that daylight did not. improve the appearance of the hotel. Corridors were dark and the paint cracked. A wheezy rattle indicated that the elevator was rising. Judith stepped inside, said “good morning” to the gray-haired man who operated the car and rode to the ground floor. There she left her key at the desk and went out on the street. # # # THE sun was shining and the cool, fresh breeze against her cheeks brought color surging into them. Judith enjoyed the sting of the cold air. It came from the river and she started walking westward. The locality was strange to her. but somewhere near there was sure to be a clean, cheap restaurant. She found one. entered and took a small table in the rear of the place. Judith was just ahead of me noon-time rush. Soon men and women came pouring into the place and nearly every table was filled. The luncheon which she ordered was a substantial one. When it came none of the food was particularly palatable. Judith concluded 'quite rightly) that the fault was with herself. She knew she should eat. but was not hungry. It. was hard to force herself to swallow even a small part of the meal. Ordinarily she would have been interested in the crowd about her. She was not interested in them today. Judith was wondering if Arthur Knight had remembered to take his medicine. Had he taken it with the right amount of water so to remove the bitter taste? When she had finished. Judith pulled her coat collar closer. The wind, as she turned and retraced her steps, felt colder. She walked as far as Broadway and then hesitated. She did not want to return to the dreary hotel room. The long afternoon stretched out endlessly in prospect. What could she do to pass the time? There are such hundreds of inviting retreats - for those who have leisure in Manhattan! Judith knew some of them. Seldom before had an afternoon in the city hung heavy on her hands. She loved the crowds, the shops, the theaters. She was delighted at trips into unexplored foreign

quarters. None of these pastimers appealed today. At last she decided to visit the Battery, and walked until she found a subway station. She boarded the train, glad to find it was not crowded. The jogging, roaring trip did not irritate her as it had the night before. When Judith came out in the daylight again a gust of wind caught her coat, and sent her spinning about. The sunlight dancing upon the water was glorious even to one whose mood was as dark as Judith’s. She stood staring off into the golden haze from which craft of a dozen varieties emerged, filling her lungs with the good air. Shrill, snorting tug boats wheeled about. Ferries whistled. The harbor was a moving, changing mass of color and life. Against the chill, driving wind Judith made her way to a bench and sat down. There were men and women about—particularly men—but no one seemed to notice the girl. Most of the others had their eyes on the harbor, too. The water seemed to fascinate them. The water fascinated Judith, too. She stared at it, shuddered involuntarily. The water looked dark and cold. How easy it would be——! CHAPTER FORTY - FOUR NONE of the men and women about her noticed the girl dressed in shabby - black sitting alone on a bench facing the water. Judith studied her neighbors. There were two old men. whitehaired and red-cheeked, who sat nearest. Their collars were hunched up about their chins to ward off the the wind. The two men were arguing, though she could not hear what they said. One old fellow was tall and thin. The other's shoulders were bent and one side of his mouth moved, chewing rhythmically. Far at the left a girl was scattering crumbs for the pigeons that swirled and fluttered about her head. Standing, gazing off down the harbor, were several sailors. Others in short jackets and jaunty caps lolled on benches and blinked at the sun. A party of feminine sight-seers passed Judith, chatting animatedly. Messenger boys. stenographers, women pushing baby carriages were all part of the throng. Each group was preoccupied, oblivious to the rest. Judith Knight’s mind was busy, too. She stared at the water, drawn by its restless lure. Far in the distance great ships were heading ocean-ward. Others, returning from foreign seas, were steaming into port. Staring out at the hazy horizon. Judith lost herself in reverie. Minutes passed. Then she remembered what had happened and her melancholy returned. But the stir, the noise of the river traffic was tonic. It challenged the girl. For two hours she remained in the park at the water's edge. Then she left her bench and walked to the subway station. Time was no object with Judith. She watched the long express train rumble out of sight, then boarded a local. Thirty minutes later she emerged into daylight. She went back to the hotel and up the elevator to her room. Judith turned the key in the latch and swung the door open. It was only a little after 4 o'clock, bright daylight out of doors, but here in the little room with its one window facing the court everything was black. She snapped the electric light switch, threw off her hat and coat and dropped them on the bed. She went to the window and gazed out uncertainly. After those hours in the fresh air and sunlight this hideous place was intolerable. # # # NO— it was not the room. Judith faced the truth honestly, at last. She was afraid. For 24 hours she had been terrified by forbidding horrors she had refused to name. She was afraid of what should happen when Arthur Knight knew the truth. She was afraid even of admitting she was afraid. The whole sickening panorama

—By Williams

passed before her mind. Why not admit it? She was beaten? Judith did not know how long she stood staring out of the window. An idea, vague but persistent, was beginning to shape itself in her mind. She considered this idea, discarded it, then went groping in search of it again. Suppose she should go to Arthur—— “No, no. no!” caution argued. “What would you say? What could you tell him?” “Tell him the truth!” came the answering argument. "Tell him all you should have told before your marriage.” “But I'm afraid——" There it was! Fear of what disclosure would bring on one hand— fear of concealment on the other. The conflicting elements of Judith’s nature battled back and forth. Such fights are not settled quickly. In this case too much was at stake. Judith knew she had given Tony a promise to stay away for two weeks. But what was that a promise except payment of blackmail? She had agreed to leave the house for two weeks. She was doing this in order that Tony would not tell her father what she knew, Was it decent to bargain thus? Was such a promise binding? Other elements entered into the struggle. Why, Judith asked herself. was Tony so eager to have her leave? What could two weeks—eternity though they seemed to Judith —do to change the situation? How would she feel when at the end of that period she returned home? The tangle seemed hopeless. Oh, there were points that were clear | enough! Judith Knight knew what ! she wanted—to regain Arthur’s love and their former happiness. She wanted this so desperately that she was afraid to gamble. To see Arthur again—to tell him the whole story—to see the light of forgiveness in his eyes! But no. Arthur Knight would not forgive. Judith slipped to her knees and bureid her head on the bed. “Oh, God!” she prayed, "help me! Help me to know what is right!” Suddenly she knew that was the important thing. Not her own selfish happiness should guide her, but the thing that was right. In pleading for guidance her prayers had been answered. Judith was strangely pale, strangely stirred as she arose. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror and stared at it. She scarcely recognized herself. Her wrist watch told her it was nearly 6 o'clock. Judith disrobed, bathed and dressed afresh. Then she made ready to leave the room. Habit made her pause on the threshold and glance back over her shoulder. Assured that she had not forgotten anything, she stepped into the hall and locked the door. (To Be Continued)

THE BEASTS OF TARZAN

Tarzan and ane Clayton watched the verdure clad shore line receding in the ship’s wake, and for once the ape-man left his native soil without one single pang of regret. No ship that sailed the seven seas could have borne him away from Africa quick enough. His eagerness to resume the search for his lost boy made the speed of the Kincaid seem that of a snail to the anxious father.

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OH GEE!! IT'S TEN THIRTY— G'BYE AN' I PROMISED BU— NOW I'LL BE SOMEONE I'D BE RIGHT SEEIN' SAY, YOUNG LADY, YOU SAID SORRY~I ~AHEM~ I MAY BE A YOU'D BE BACK IN JUST A JUST WENT FOR BIT OLD FASHIONED— NOPE! JIFFY~ A LITTLE WALK, BUT, DO YOU THINK IN TH' PARK IT'S — —WELL, NICE TO BE OUT, THIS

FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS

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Yet the vessel made progress even when she appeared to be standing still, and presently the low hills of Jungle Island became distinctly visible upon the western horizon ahead. Jane and Tarzan stood upon the bridge watching the approaching island. The men were forward, also watching the land grow upward out of the ocean. The beasts had sought the shade of the galley, where they were curled up in sleep.

—By Martin

All was quiet and peaceful upon the ship, and upon the waters. Suddenly, without warning, the cabin roof shot up into the air, a cloud of dense smoke belched far above the Kincaid and there was a terrific explosion which shook the vessel from stem to stern. Instantly pandemonium broke loose upon the deck. The apes of Akut, terrified by the sound, ran snarling and growling in their panic.

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KS PASS. IT BECOMES INSUFFERABLY HOT— WONDER OBOY! WHAT IS TO BECOME OF THEM THIS BEATS I BETCHA BULL NO, SUH. EVEN MONEY FAN ALL TO USES US FOR BAIT HE MAROONS HOLLER TO CATCH SHARKS US. A RARE TREAT IS THE TROPICAL SHOWER THAT SOMETIMES FALLS THRU THE OPEN HATCH REG. U. S. PAT. OFF. ©1930 BY NEA SERVICE, INC.

McGINTY FOUND HER WELL, BLESS WAKE UP CRYIN' OVER ON SEVENTH HER HEART! AND SEE WHO'S GEE POP! AVENOO ABOUT AN HOUR AGO IT'S A SHAME HERE! SHE SURE IS ALL TO WAKE ARE YOU ©1930 BY NEA SERVICE, INC. REG. U. S.

By Edgar Rice Burroughs

Sheeta leaped here and there screaming out his startled terror in hideous cries that sent the ice of fear straight to the hearts of the Kincaid’s crew. Mugambi, too, was trembling. Only Tarzan of the Apes and his wife retained their composure. Scarce had the debris settled than the ape-man was among the beasts, quieting their fears, talking to them, stroking their shaggy bodies and assuring them that immediate danger was over.

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