Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 251, Indianapolis, Marion County, 28 February 1930 — Page 24

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OUT OUR WAY

HEY-HEY! 'ATS A QUEER 'ATS WHY HE'S CUSTOM—WHEN GIVEN TH' SOFTEST DON'T GET LUK KOUT. YOU GO ON GUARD JOB—BECAUSE PICKED FER DON'T JUMP TH' CLEANEST A GUY DRESSED ORDERLY, HE'LL INTO HIM, BEST DRESSED UP LIKE THAT BE NO GOOD ON HERE! HE'S BUCKIN' FER OUT AN' GIVEN OERDERLY. TH' SOFTEST JOB HELPLESS. A DEEP BREATH EMUF OF ORDERLY TO HOLLER REG. U. S. PAT. OFF. WAR COLLEGE—THE STIFF. ©1930 BY NEA SERVICE, INC. 2-28

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN (Continued.) “How do you do?” he said stiffly. “Come in, won't you?” Knight stepped back and Andy Craig entered the house. Andy’s contagious smile had kindled instantly. "Good evening, Mr. Knight ” he said. “Just dropped in, hoping I might find you here.” Young Craig had not visited the Knight home since Judith's departure. At the office Knight had inquired about him and been told that work in the legal department was keeping the young man in and out of town on frequent short trips. For private reasons Knight had not pursued his questioning. The young man stood, hat in hand, fidgeting awkwardly. He seemed to sense his reception was not altogether a welcome one. The or in his cheeks deepened. “Here—leave your coat and come and sit down, won’t you ? Tony as around here ten minutes ago,” Knight said. “Don't know where she’s gone to." “Thanks.” Both men sat down, and for several moments there was an awkward pause. Then Craig spoke: "Mr. Knight, there’s something I want to talk to you about.” “H-h-mm—perhaps I can guess—” Craig crossed his knees. Then he recrossed them. "Well, I don’t know,” he said, keeping his eyes lowered. “If that’s true perhaps it will be easier. I—l hope you won’t think I’m presumptuous, Mr. Knight. I realize I haven’t got very far yet financially but I’m—well, I’m certainly going to work hard. And Tony says—” "Tony?” Andy Craig's eyes raised. “Why—why, yes! Tony. Mr. Knight. Tony and I want to be married. We want to be married right away!” “My God!” The exclamation left Arthur Knight lipm. He drew one hand across his forehead. "We love each other!” Craig went on immediately. "Of course. I know I’m not worthy of her. I wouldn't expect you to think I was. But I’ve loved Tony ever since I first saw her as a kid. “Why. with Tony, I know I can make a place in the world. She's in love with me, too. We—Well, we decided today we want to be married just as soon as I can arrange to get a couple weeks off.” # # # WAS he saying too much? Craig's smile had faded. He was desperately in earnest now. He had the curious sensation that Knight was not even hearing what he said. His words broke. “Andy,” the older man’s voice came shakily, “all this is quite—a surprise. I wasn't expecting it. isn't much more than a child, you know. She's pretty young to think about marriage. But, my boy, I'll be proud to have you as a son!” ‘Thank you, sir!” Their hands met in a firm grip. Each strove to conceal his emotion. “Did—you say Tony was here somewhere?” Craig asked after the pause. “Why, yes. Here just a minute ago. I'll see—” Before he could finish there was a giggle from the doorway. Tony stood there, in filmy, glistening white. She was laughing at them. "Oh. you sweet, darling daddy!” she cried. “My. what nice speeches you both can make! I'd never, never have dreamed it. Stop blushing that way, Andy—it makes your ears red! Father, darling. I’ve got to kiss you. Here—!” She threw her arms about her father's neck, kissed him on both cheeks, then drew back and eyed him artfully. “Don't you think it would be lovely. darling.” she said softly, "to give your blessing in the form of a six months’ honeymoon in Europe?” “So that’s it. you rogue? Up to your old tricks!” Craig interrupted. “But, Tony, you know I told you I can’t take that much time off now. I couldn't even ask for it. ”Why, I'd be fired'” “Please, daddy!” Arthur Knight shook his head in helplessness. “Not quite so fast. Miss,” he said.

"Give me a chance to get one thing in my head at a time. I haven’t caught my breath yet!" “But you will do it, won't you?” she coaxed. “We’ll see. A little experience in the London office might not be a bad thing for you, Craig. We’ll see.” Andy blushed. “I can’t accept favors, Mr. Knight. Tony’s agreed we can live on my salary and I'm going to work hard to raise it. We couldn’t afford a trip to Europe now.” “Well, all that can wait. Sit down and let’s have a talk about this business—” # # # TONY put her hand on his arm. “We can’t, darling. Andy’s taking me out to celebrate. It’s a final splurge. Because I’m going to become such a model wife and learn to cook and sew and save money. Oh —I'm going to reform completely!” Knight gave her an affectionate squeeze. “If you do even one of those things I’ll be surprised,” he said. “Well, run along and celebrate. Remember this young man is due at my office at 9 a. m.!” Tony tossed a kiss from the doorway. “I'll remember, angel!” Knight stood watching them. Tony was chattering gaily as she picked up a metallic wrap which flashed rays of gold and rose and sapphire, and handed it to Andy. He placed it about her shoulders. Tony darted an audacious glance at him and said something. In a flash Craig had caught her in his arms and kissed those impudent red lips. Tony laughed and broke away from him. Suddenly both were aware of Knight’s eyes. “By, daddy!” called Tony. Andy , Craig colored deeply. “Good-by,” Knight told them. He went into the hallway to see them out the door, then returned to the living room. Suddenly he turned. The door of the house had reopened and Tony appeared alone. She ran to her father. "I just wanted to tell you.” she said in a low voice. "I really do love Andy! I love him a lot. Something happened that made me find it out all of a sudden. Do you understand. daddy?” “I think so.” “That's all then. Now I have to run! ” She embraced her father, turned quickly and immediately the door slammed. Arthur Knight sank into his favorite chair. For a long while he sat there, his eyes on a pattern of the rug, his expression brooding. With one hand he tapped nervously on the arm of the chair. Presently his glance was distracted. Sandy's small cold nose was pressing against Knight’s fingers. The man gathered the dog into his lap. “Where is she. Sandy?” he asked, as though the dog could understand his words. CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT SLOWLY the big car, which looked black in the darkness, made its way along West Twelfth street. The driver peered at each house as he passed. He was hunting for a street number and this was difficult because part of the houses were not lighted. The limousine hesitated, and then moved forward. Before the next house the chauffeur brought the car to a halt. He swung to the pavement, ’ This is the place, sir.” he said, opening the door of the tonneau. From the driver's tone it was evicent that he did not approve of the neighborhood. Arthur Knight stepped out on the sidewalk. “Wait until I come back,” he directed. "I don't know how long that will be.” "Yes, sir.” Knight glanced up at the buildinc then hurried up the steps and rang the bell. A woman opened the door. “Does Daniel Cameron live here?” Knight asked. “Yes, sir.”

—By Williams

“I’d like to speak to him. Knight is my name.” "I’ll see if Mr. Cameron is In,” the woman said. She stepped back, opening the door wider for Knight to enter. Then she turned and hurried up the stairway. Arthur Knight surveyed the dingy hallway with disapproval. He noted the worn floor, the ugly bouquet of wax flowers which stood before the mirror and the smallest electric globe feebly struggling to brighten the scene. The man moved restlessly. At the noise of a door opening and steps upon the staircase he raised his eyes. Quickly he lowered them. Young Dan Cameron came down the steps. Each man measured the other with a glance. "Mr. Knight?” Dan asked formally: “I understand you asked for me.” He paused on the third step as he spoke. "Yes. How do you do. Mr. Cameron?” Knight’s voice betrayed his uneasiness. “I—well, the fact is, I came here hoping that you might help me.” “In what way?” The harsh edge of the words left the other plainly embarrassed. He hesitated, then said slowly: “I thought you might help me find my wife—Judith.” "I’m sorry, Mr. Knight. She doesn’t wish to see you.” The silence which followed was poignant, "Could I—would you mind telling her I’m here?” Dan Cameron shook his head. "Under the circumstances,” he said, “I don’t think it would be at all wise.” "I’m afraid you don’t understand,” Knight persisted. “I must see Judith! There is something of the utmost importance for her to know! Oh, don’t you understand —!” "No, I’m afraid I don’t!” # # # ARTHUR KNIGHT raised his eyes in despair and as he did so a light came into them. Dan turned and followed his gaze. There at the top of the stairs stood Judith. But she was not the same Judith who had left Arthur Knight’s home. There were hollows under the blue eyes and her cheeks were pale. She seemed thinner. Judith’s eyes were fastened on Arthur, but she did not smile. "Judith!” said the man, rushing forward. “I’ve got to talk to you! I—I didn’t mean what I said to you that afternoon. You’ll give me a chance to explain, won’t you?” His voice was more eloquent than the words. Knight had rushed part way up the stairs. “Yes,” said Judith nodding, still unsmiling. “You can come up.” (To Be Concluded)

THE BEASTS OF TARZAN

After two weeks had passed the marooned party had completed several small and comfortable shacks but never, meanwhile, had there been even a hint of rescue. It was Tarzan who suggested finally that they attempt to construct a boat large enough to carry them back to the mainland. He showed the men how to fashion rude tools and eagerly they commenced their labors under the ape-man’s supervision.

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But as time went on the Herculean nature of their task became more and more apparent and they fell to grumbling and quarreling among themselves, so that to the other dangers were now added dissension and suspicion. More than before did Tarzan now fear to leave Jane among the half brutes of the Kincaid’s crew. But hunting he must do, for none other could so surely go forth and return with meat as he.

—By Martin

GOIN' BACK WITH TH' NAW! I'M THROUGH CIRCUS AGAIN THIS I BOUNCED ONE OFFA YEAR? TH' STRONG MAN'S

Sometimes Mugambi spelled him at the hunting; but the black man’s spear and arrows were never so sure of results as the rope and knife of the ape-man. Finally the men shirked their work at every chance they got. All the time the camp had had no sight of Sheeta or Akut and the other great apes. Though Tarzan had sometimes met them in the jungle sis he hunted, always each went their separate way.

OUR BOARDING HOUSE

AN' HANNIGAN WAS TH' FIRST IN TH' CLUB THIS WAS MORNIN'~~AFTER READIN' MORNING BETWEEN WE'LL HAVE 'EM TH' LOST AN' FOUND COLUMN THE HOURS OF HERE SAYIN' WE STARTED TO PLAY POOL SEVEN AND TEN "WHAT'S IN THIS ~~I WAS CROWDIN' TH' SEVEN THIRTY!~~UM-M I FOUND A CLOSET?"~~OR, BALL WHEN HANNIGAN WENT "WHY AIN'T YOU TO TRUN ON TH' RADIO BUTTON WHICH AN' IT WASN'T THERE!~~WE BOTH SCRATCHED OUT HEADS CLUE! © 1930 BY NEA SERVICE, INC. REG. U. S. PAT. OFF. 2-28

HEY! MISTA KILL EASY! IT STRIKES EASY A GLANCING BLOW ON BULL'S LOSIN'! DAY GUY! THE HEAD. HE DROPS TO ONE KNEE SUDDENLY ONE OF THE CREW FROM ABOVES HURLS A BELAYING-PIN REG. U. S. PAT. OFF. © 1930 BY NEA SERVICE, INC.

YA DID YEAH! HE GOT EVERYTIME HE WROTE A HUH? TOO FUNNY LETTER HE USED ME TA RUB OUT HIS MISTAKES HENDLE AT YER OWN RISK

By Edgar Rice Burroughs

And as matters tended from bad to worse in the castaways' camp upon the east coast of Jungle Island, another camp came Into being up on the north coast. Here, in a little cove lay a small schooner whose decks had but a few days since run red with the blood of her officers and loyal members of her crew during a mutiny instigated by that arch-fiend, Kai Shang tha Chinaman, for possession of the schooner’s rich catch of pearls.

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