Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 248, Indianapolis, Marion County, 25 February 1930 — Page 10

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OUT OUR WAY

HOH! AN' PUSHED NO. BOY—AH OH MIGOSH! HIS LAIGS HAIN RUINT. HE LANDED RIGHT UP BUT DEZ YERE ON HIS FEET IN TUH HIS SHOES SHO AM. AN' AN'~ UH~ B-HODY DEY HAD HOH, HO- HOLES IN DE BOTTOM J. R. WILLIAMS 2-25 DOWN ON HIS UPPERS ©1930 BY NEA SERVICE, INC. REG. U. S. PAT. OFF.

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR (Continued.) A subtle change had token place in Judith Knight's appearance. The boy in the elevator eyed her curiously, but Judith did not notice this. Through the hotel lobby and out on the street she moved. Involuntarily she sought the restaurant where she had eaten her lunch. # # # WHEN she had finished her dinner she paid the cashier and stepped into the street.. Glowing electric lights beaconed, but Judith ignored them. For several blocks she walked without noticing her surroundings. Then she realized that she had passed the corner where she should have turned to reach the hotel. Still she continued. She was not thinking—at least Judith told herself she did not want to think. Subconsciously her mind was in ferment. Should she go back to Arthur? Should she remain here? The long afternoon out of doors had made her weary. At last Judith turned and made her way back to the hotel. When she was in her room once more she slipped into the one chair and drew a long sigh. Yes. she was tired, physically and mentally. She told herself she had come no nearer to a decision. But that was not true. When any problem is stated and faced frankly half the battle is over. Judith was unaware of this. She was painstaking that evening about her preparations for the night, cleansed her face carefully with cream, cleaned it with hot water and brushed her hair, fifty strokes on either side. It was as though, by busying herself at these tasks, she sought to forget more important things. At last, though it was still early in the evening, she turned out the light and climbed into bed. If Judith Knight had only known it her decision already was made. She had reached the turning point in the searing agony of that moment when she had slipped to her knees and cried, ‘'Help me know what is right!” # # # JUDITH slept late the next morning. She took a long walk before luncheon and again in the afternoon visited Battery Park. It was as she sat watching a glorious white liner with crimson stacks glide slowly out into the harbor that involuntarily her two hands clapped together. "I'll do it!” Judith said to herself. "I'm going—now!” In a tumult of energy she rushed toward the subway. Down the steps Judith ran. Oh. she must hurry now! She must hurry before she lost courage! A train was pulling in. Judith leaped aboard as the doors opened. A good omen—she saw that it was an express, and the right one. The electric demon could not go fast enough to satisfy her. Local stations flashed into sight and out again. Yellow lights, green lights, red lights twinkled in the subterranean caverns. It all seemed slow and annoying to Judith’s impatience. She was the first one out of the car when the doors slid back. Up the steps she sped. She was breathless and running when she reached the hotel. "If I hurry,” she told herself. "I can make the 4:10.” She must make the 4:10! She must make It! Otherwise there would be an impossible half-hour’s delay and she could not reach the house until after 5 o'clock. Luckily there was little to pack. Pajamas, lingerie, comb and brush and cosmetics were tossed into the traveling bag helter-skelter. When they were all in and the bag locked Judith grabbed it up and ran. She chafed at the cashier's delay as he hunted for her bill. "Taxi?” asked the driver stationed before the door. No, the subway would be quicker Without bothering to answer. Judith ran down the street. The traveling bag was not heavy. She swung on to a train, barely squeezing in before the automatic doors clicked shut. Judith dropped into the first seat and eyed each passing station de-

fiantly. As they neared the railway station she made her way to the door, ready to dash out the minute the train stopped. Off to the ticket window and down a flight of stairs to the suburban trains. Judith’s heart bounded. There waiting, stood the 4:10. She entered the nearest car and found a seat. A cold little shiver ran down her spine. “If he'll only listen!” Judith prayed. “If Arthur will only understand —!” Now that the excitement of catching the train was ended, there was a lump in Judith’s throat. She was afraid that Arthur would not understand. But even her worst fears had not prepared Judith Knight for the moment thirty minutes later when she faced Arthur Knight in the living room of his home. “I’m back!” she faltered. Knight eyed his young wife coolly and deliberately. What have you come for?” he asked. CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE THE husband and wife eyed each other and for an instant the room was oppressively still. Arthur Knight stood erect, waiting coolly and impersonally for Judith to continue. He was thinner since his illness. Lines which added age had come into his face. Knight was first to speak. “Excuse me,” he said politely. “Won’t you sit down?” Judith could not find her voice. She stood, a slight miserable figure, in the doorway. Then, because she did not know what else to do, she moved toward a chair. She wanted to cry out, but could not. Knight remained on his feet, looking down at the girl. “If you’ll just tell me what you’ve come for." he went on. still in the cool, formal tone, "perhaps I can be of assistance.” “But, Arthur—!" faltered Judith. She did not know what to say or how to begin. The man before her seemed a stranger. “Don’t you understand?” she went on. her voice rising with a timid, frightened inflection. “I’ve come— home!” “Yes. of course. So I see. I suppose there are things upstairs which you will want. Harriet will be able to pack them—” Judith shook her head. “No.” she said. “There is no need to pack anything.” Her husband smiled cynically. “You're not looking—'very happy, my dear. I hope you’ve enjoyed the —little vacation. Be sure to give my regards to Craig—” “Why do you say that. Arthur?” “Why. I—I want to do the right thing. I hope you understand that I am trying.” “But what about Craig? Do you mean—Andy?” Arthur Knight lost some of his composure then. “Judith.” he said in a tense voice, “do you mean to deny to me that you came down the street just now with Andy Craig and only left him just before you turned into the yard?” “Why, no! I mean—yes. of course I walked down the street with Andy. He was on the same car I was, only we didn't either of us know it until we got off at the station here. It was—rather amusing.” “No doubt. Quite a coincidence. Quite a coincidence indeed.” # # # NOW Judith was thoroughly alarmed. “Arthur.” she said appealingly, "there's something I don’t understand. Everything's wrong. Oh. I knew you'd think it was queer the way I left in such a hurry. I couldn't explain then. There didn’t seem any other way. Now I've come back because I want to tell you ” Knight shook his head impatiently. “There is no need to tell anything.” “Oh, yes. Arthur, but there is! I must! That's what I’ve come for. I want vou to understand just why I did it,” "Judith," said the man wearily. "We’re not getting anywhere with all this talk. It only makes It more embarrassing for both of us. "If you will tell me where to have

—By Williams

my lawyer reach you I think arrangements can be handled through, a third party with much less—annoyance.” “What do you mean?” "It is perfectly obvious now that our marriage was a mistake.” "Oh!” Judith stared, not believing that she had heard the words right. A glance at Knight’s face told her there was no mistake. “Oh!” The little cry escaped from her lips again. She had been very whitefaced when she entered the room. Now a deep rose flush crept into the girl’s cheeks. She was on her feet. “So that’s what you want!” Judith spoke rapidly. “I’m sorry I didn’t understand. Of course, I’ll go at once!” There was a pause. Under the dark lashes her blue eyes sought Arthur Knight's. There was no relenting in the man’s face. "You understand,” he told her. "I am doing this because I think it will make us both happier.” Knight was quoting the letter which Judith had left for him before she went away. The girl did not realize this. The whole room (she had furnished it with such delight and care) was dancing before her. Judith railed at her own weakness. She must not weep now, she would not! She brushed one hand to her eye and wiped the tears away, hoping Knight would not notice. He gave no sign that he had. Judith was about to turn into the hallway when footsteps sounded on the stairs. Little, clicking heels which pattered on the steps. Oh, Judith knew those footsteps all right! Tony’s, of course. She might have rushed into the hall at once, but she could hardly have avoided meeting the girl. Judith hesitated and in that moment of hesitation her fate was sealed. Tony Knight, smiling brightly, appeared in the doorway. She was wearing the scarlet and white satin lounging suit which was one of her favorites. Her short dark haid hung .in ringlets about her neck. In her fingers was a lighted cigaret. “Well!” she said archly, and halted as she saw Judith. Tony stepped back and leaned against the doorway. A cruel smile flickered about her lips. “What an unexpected—pleasure!” Tony finished her sentence, still gazing at Judith. # # # THERE was amazing contrast between the two girls. Judith wore the dull, cheap black coat and hat she had bought in her days as typist. Tony’s scarlet satin was luxurious. Tears smarted in the older girl’s eyes, but she would not give way to them. Tony looked cynical, sophisticated and at ease. Judith was miserable. (To Be Continued)

THE BEASTS OF TARZAN

An examination of the Kincaid's wreckage showed their greatest danger, now. lay in fire, for the flames were licking hungrily at the splintered wood of the wrecked cabin, and had already found a foothold upon the lower deck through a great jagged hole which the explosion had opened. By a miracle no member of the ship’s company had been injured by the blast, the origin of which remained forever a total mystery to them all.

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As the flames gained headway it became apparent to Tarzan that whatever had caused the explosion had scattered some highly inflammable substance upon the surrounding woodwork. The water which all hands poured in from the pumps seemed rather to spread than to extinguish the blaze. Fifteen minutes after the explosion, great black clouds of smoke were rising from the hold of the doomed vessel and the flames had reached the engine room.

—By Martin

The ship no longer moved toward the shore. Her fate was as certain as though the waters already had closed above her charred and smoking remains. "It is useless to remain aboard her any longer,” Tarzan said to the mate. “There's no telling when there'll be another explosion. We can't save her. so the safest thing to do is to take to the boats without further loss of time and make for land." Nor was there other alternative.

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There was no time either to bring away even their few belongings. Two boats were lowered into the smooth sea, and the loading was made without mishap. Eager and anxious, the beasts of Tarzan sniffed the familiar air of their native island as the boats drew in toward the beach, and scarce had their keels grated upon the sand than Sheeta and the apes of Akut were over the bows and racing like mad toward the jungle.

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