Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 299, Indianapolis, Marion County, 25 April 1930 — Page 20

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SYNOPSIS MARY DELLA CHUBB. 18. preltv, (nappy, the original exponent of IT. works in the clock shop and lives In a Bank street flat with her parents. Her closest girl friend Is MIRIAM who also works In the clock factory. Having been warned by Miriam about the RED MASK brutal masked slugger who has been the terror of parking couples In and around Waterbury, Mary Della goes to meet JOE SPEAKS, her “steady company’’ In front of the postoffice. But Joe fails to appear and Mary Della, angry, starts across the street alone and Is nearly run dottn by a long yellow roadster driven by a young man In a r *Thls“young map Is ROBERT HENLEY CALKMAN. 111. one of THE Calkmans of Detroit. Yale senior, and just accepted as a prospective husband by MARJORIE MARA BEE. who lives on fashionable Cracker Hill. Robert doesn't know where the hospital Is, Mary Della opens one eve and offers to direct him. But she mischievously directs him past the hospital and out East Main street. Robert wakes up to the fact that Mar , Della Is spoofing him. The conversation turns to parking and petting. Mary Della names the favorite parking stations around Waterbury. including the arc of old highway about half way to Cheshire off the new Cheshire road. She points it out to him a few minutes later and Robert turns the car into the road and parks. Mary Della threatens to walk back, but relents when she sees Robert's embarrassment. Back in the car. Robert asks if he may kiss her. Another car comes into the , road and turns its lights out. The night Is black Mary Della Impulsively throws her arms about Robert's neck and kisses him. And then CHAPTER POUR (Continued) Mr. Chubb said grace. It was the same grace he had said since he was a boy, and the entire breakfast program was identical with every other breakfast program that Mary Della could remember. There had been times when Mary Della was a little sorry for her mother and father, plodding complacently along in their narrow world, one day like the day before it, and the day after, never an innnovation, never the slightest change from their customary way of doing tilings. But this morning anew respect surged through her young breast for these two who plainly were satisfied with their lot in life, who paid their bills, obeyed the laws, written and unwritten, of the land; always were ready to serve their neighbors in time of need, and attended strictly to their own business. You know Chubbs; there are millions of them, good, honest, reliable simple folk who see no reason to pretend that things are other than what they are. They are the foundation of society, the salt of the earth. BMW MRS. CHUBB helped out the hot cereal. At the same time she fulfilled her self-imposed obligation to provide the topic for conversation. Her text, as always, was “The paper says .. ." “The paper says,” Mrs. Chubb began, “that Superintendent McLean haa worked out a plan to catch this Red Mask fellow.” “What’s he going to do?” asked Mr. Chubb, who hadn't seen anything in the paper but the bowling scores. “Send Charlie De Bischop after him?” "No, he’s going to send plainclothes detectives out In automobiles •nd have them park on roads where the Red Mask's been busy. He says . . . Will you look at Mary Della, Henry? She’s white as a sheet! Honey, you can't go to work feeing like that; you better go back to oed* “Don't be silly. Mom. I didn’t lave a chance to get on any makeip before breakfast. But there’s nothing wrong with me; I’m feeling “reat.” “You look It” grunted Mr. Chubb. Better listen to jtsur mother. Mary Della.” But this unexpected contribution from her usually indifferent husband caused Mrs. Chubb to modify her original suggestion. It was one of her theories of life that no father should interfere in the handling of ills children except by specific request from the mother. “Don’t catch me up on every word. Henry. If the child's not sick, there’s no sense in her staying out of the shop. ... I hope you haven’t got anything on for tonight, Mary Della. You ought to go to bed right after supper and catch up on some sleep.” “I guess I need it. all right, Mom.’’ She dabbed her lips with a napkin and got up from the table. “As far at I can see now. I'll follow instructlona” “What!” demanded Mrs. Chubb, bristling sligtnly. But Mary Della way going out the living-room door

to the stairway. “Did you hear what she said to me?” Mrs. Chubb turned on Mr. Chubb. “She said,” Mr. Chubb answered, pushing his chair back and reaching for his hat, “she said, ‘yes, ma'm!”’ He stopped to kiss Mrs. Chubb on the top of her head. “Quit worrying about little things that don’t need worrying about,” he said, and went out. CHAPTER FIVE WHEN the 12 o’clock whistle blew, Miriam caught Mary Della’s arm and rushed her toward the stairway. “Where to?” she asked. “Where can we talk?” asked Mary Della. “I’ve got plenty on my chest and I’ve got to get it off.’’ “No trouble ?” Miriam asked suspicious. “Plenty.” replied Mary Della, “and I don’t mean possibly. Where can we go?” “We better go to my room. There’s not much to eat there, but I’ll shake up something. We’ll have a little privacy, anyhow.” Miriam’s father ran a farm out near Wolcott and. except on Saturday night and Sundays, she occupied a very small and very crowded room with a family on South Main street. Why. honey, you look like you’d been run over by a dump truck. Here, put on a little color.” “That’s all I’ve been doing since I got up.” Mary Della declared, accepting the compact. “I might as well start in now, Miriam. There’s a lot to tell and I’ll go off the bat if I can't get a little sympathy. I won’t blame you if you don't believe me because I can hardly believe it myself. But it’s every bit true and terrible!” And as they walked down Cherry street and through Mill and Union streets to South Main, Mary Della told Miriam the story, beginning with the date with Joe. And Miriam listened, with open mouth, too stunned to offer more than an occasional ejaculation, too deeply sympathetic to protest against what seemed to her an utter impossibility. “But you didn't really kiss him?” Miriam demanded. “You couldn’t, Mary Della.” “Os course I kissed him. And I’d kiss him again, a thousand times again, if I had a chance. But you won’t understand that and it’s not important right now. What I’m telling you now is that the very instant our lips touched, we drew back into opposite corners of the car, our fists clenched, our eyes wide, and our hearts pounding like hammers. “He was the first to find his voice. “ ‘My God!’ he cried. What was that?’ I was cold all over. Miriam, and weak. I’ll never forget how weak. “ ‘lt was a scream,’ I said, my voice trembling, ’a woman’s scream. . . asm “T'VID you ever hear a woman \-9 scream in the night. Miriam? Can you imagine how a woman would scream if she thought she was about to have her throat cut? You can’t imagine it, because I couldn’t before. But I tell you. it’s the most awful thing you ever heard; it cuts your breath short and runs up and down your spine, and makes you sweat while you're shaking with a chill. “ ‘lt was a woman’s scream,’ I told him. ‘and she's probably in that, other car up there.’ “We couldn't see the other car; there wasn't any room and the sky by this time was black with clouds. It was pitch black. But I knew the car was there, because I remembered when it had come in and turned its lights off. ’ "And then we heard the scream again, Miriam, but this time it ended short. “ ‘lt's murder, Bob,’ I whispered ... it was the first time I'd called him by his name, and, scared as I was. I got a kick out of saying it. . . . ‘lt's murder, Bob.’ I said, ‘as sure as heaven, and the quicker we get out of here . . “But I’d no sooner said it than I knew what a coward I was, because he was opening his door and crawling out

—By Williams

“ ‘l’m going up there and find out what it’s all about,’ he said quietly. ‘lf I don’t come back in a few minutes, you slip out that side of the car and hide in the woods until you can get to the highway and stop a car.’ “My throat was so dry I couldn’t hardly make a sound. “ ‘Don’t leave me here,’ I called after him in a loud whisper, but he was gone.” “Blessed Mary!” said Miriam. “And you there in the car by yourself ” “That was the most awful ten minutes I ever spent in my life, Miriam. You can't describe it. It was hell, forty times over! “There I sat, not more than fifty feet from what I knew in my heart was something terrible, and a fellow I'd suddenly got to like a whole lot more than was good for me, gone cut to nose around without so much as a pocketknife. “At first, I expected every second to hear a gun go off. or have somebody open the car door and knock me over the head. But there wasn’t a sound and after a little while, it was the silence that got me. I felt like I’d scream if I had to sit there and wait a minute longer. HUB “ \ ND then ... it shows you IA. how numb I was at that first scream . . . and then, I thought of the light. I think he remembered ’em, but had his own reason for not turning ’em on. “I thought a minute to try to decide what he’d want me to do. But bv that time my nerves were shot. I had to do something, quick. “I found the wheel and slid my hand down the spoke to the switch. Then I turned the lights on . . “You poor darling,” Miriam threw an arm about the sobbing Mary Della. “Don’t talk about it any more now. You poor kid . . “But I’ve got to tell you the rest,” Mary Della cried. “I—l won’t feel better until I tell somebody. “It was like one of those awful mystery movies, Miriam. I turned the switch and there was the picture. “There he was. . . . Bob, I mean .... lying on his face in the road, and not ten feet away was a woman, all crumpled up, and between them Oh, Miriam! I’ll never forget it as long as I live. . . , “Between them stood a man .... a rather heavy-set man with what looked like a piece of gas pipe in his hand ... .and he was wearing a. . . a. . . Miriam suddenly released the cup and saucer she held in one hand; they fell to the floor with a loud crash. “For God sake, Mary Della,” she cried, “don’t tell me it was .... the Red Mask. . . .!” But Mary Della’s head had fallen limply to one side and her eyes were staring emptily at the wall. (To Bo Continued)

THE SON OF TARZAN

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The boy and the ape were sleeping in the safety of a great tree when the booming sound smote upon their ears. Both awoke at once. Akut was the first to interpret the strange cadence. “The great apes!’' he growled. “They dance the Dum-Dum. Come, Korak, son of Tarzan. let us go to our people.” Months before Akut had given the boy this name. He could not master the man-given name of Jack. In the apes’ language Korak means Killer.

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Akut knew the customs of his kind, and he was too wise to make their presence known until the frenzy of the dance had passed. When the drum was quiet and the tribe had feasted he would hail them. Aftei a parley he and Korak would be accepted into membership, unless there might be some who would object. But Akut hoped there woUd be those who had known Tarzan. His dearest wish was that Korak, son of Tarzan, should become king of the apes.

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