Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 47, Indianapolis, Marion County, 4 July 1930 — Page 6

PAGE 6

OUT OUR WAY

/^SHZ = AS,KfecT V \/^p lo^ I 'T, VO H -\ FPOKtr wamT-s. |/ which I / for one scloiec? V ►*=* . I fE SCO, W 6 AH sne-s GETFIM' Kcjobs-/. /{'*? J WHUTS < ha tc.GAßer?| — s< 'y \ f °fer ? y A 6orr er ~ Up: —nr * f ‘ l -thew’u- have njo .. i-t BuTTiMGr im • c 1 930 BY KEA SERVICC INC I HEGUI-MTOfr.

TwiiTWives COPYRIGHT * BY ARTHUR SOMERS ROCHE com.** w^y

SYNOPSIS Cynthia Brown eo*s to a night club with the party and dances with Eleanor's father oniv to discover that Eleanor, whom she is Impersonating as Dean Carey's bride, never danced the Charleston. She explains by saving she learned secretly to surprise the father. As the complications mount, she tries to devise some scheme to And Eleanor, who had disappeared on her wedding dav to go to the bedside of Phil Jennings, who had tried to commit suicide when Eleanor had married Dean Carev. She had persuaded Cvnthia. who was amazingly like her. to take her place and then had disappeared with her former lover for weeks. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN SO she arose and gave herself to his arms. She loved to dance, and was almost professional in her lithe grace. Weeks of rehearsal for Zogbaum's show had improved her. For a moment she thought of feigning awkwardness. but dismissed the idea as too ridiculous. And then she forgot every single fear and caution. For Dean was not only an excellent partner, matching her height with the added inches that make dancing easier, but he was the man she loved. Since that night when she had, overcome by his caress, returned the kiss which he hsd given her, she had not felt his arms about her. She had not known how she had '■ longed for the feel of those arms until now. She became oblivious to the surroundings. and followed the music only as she followed Dean's leadership. It seemed to her that when they stopped, it was like coming out of some delightlul dream. Dean's flushed face was close to her as murmured, "Thank you.” His arm, on which her fingers lightly rested, trembled. She felt a happy pride which she tried to put from her. This man theught himself in lcve with his wife, but if Eleanor should assume her rightful place at his side now, he would know that some strange spiritual alchemy had occurred within himself or within the woman beside him. He loved Cynthia! So Cynthia assured herself, and shaken by the knowledge that she fired .rim as he fired her. she felt an almost irresistible temptation to tell him there and then of the trick that she and Eleanor had played upon him. Still conscious in every nerve of his contact, although they were now walking toward the table to which Mrs. Ordeley and Tom Sanver were making their way, it was in her mind to yield to the tempta,on. She felt like a gambler who. having lost greatly, s willin to wager all his earthly possessions on one turn of a card. She could picture Dean's emotions. as though emotions were tangible things. First he would be bewildered: then he would be incredulous; then rage would possess him; then all of these would be submerged oeneath his love for her. Forgive her? Os course he would. Not easily, not instantly. Pride would forbid that. But the very fact that his forgiveness would need to be won would make it the more precious when finally it was gained. mam THEN common sense returned to her. She laughed at herself because she was so easily exalted by the dance. After all. when she had consented to aid Eleanor in her recklessness, she had assumed a very definite obligation. She had surrendered her own Identity and had no right to take up that identity until Eleanor granted her permission to do so. Running away would, after all. be doing no more than Eleanor herself had done. True. Eleanor had left a substitute, but she had assured that substitute that her absence would be a matter of at most that it would not run into days and weeks or even longer. Could Eleanor be dead? The thought of a tragic accident had occurred to Cynthia before, but she had read the newspapers every day and had seen no mention of any accident that could have meant that Eleanor was dead. Os course all accidents were not reported in the newspapers. . . . She felt herself growing faint. Could it be possible that she. Cynthia Brown, was wishing for the death of the girl whose place she had taken? She put the horrible thought from her. Os course she vant. Bhe loved Eleanor, had been drawn irresistibly to her in the very moment of their meeting. Strain was telling upon her. that was all. . Aiufife a* ah* laved Dealt aha would

welcome Eleanor’s return this very minute. That strange bond that had sprung into existence between Eleanor and herself would always, no matter what Eleanor did, make Cynthia willing to sacrifice herself on behalf of the other girl. As she sat down, her eyes, which she had kept averted from the face of Dean, met his at last. He leaned across the table and whispered to her: "I know why you wouldn't quarrel with :ne. And I'll wait for three months.” Had lie selected words of one syllable he could not have more plainly said to her that he knew she loved him. She felt the color heating her cheeks. And then she felt it ebb. For, caught completely off her guard, she automatically responded to a greeting: “Hello, Brown!” She looked up into the grinning face of Bennie Thompson. Although instantly on guard again, although no one else noticed her action, thinking that the sleek-haired man addressed someone else, she knew that Bennie was certain at last. ana EVEN the people—two girls and a man—who accompanied the Zogbaum chorus man had not noticed that he had paused a moment. did not realize that his greeting was addressed to the girl at the table. The very fact that he passed on without further word was in itself more menacing than if he had stood and leered at her. She had fooled him twice today, but on the third occasion the victory had gone to Bennie. How he would make profit for him-elf out of his victory she could not f oresee. But Bennie had spoken in terms of a million dollars this afternoon. Os course he exaggerated, but nevertheless his demands would be tremendous. Perhaps they could not be satisfied even if she paid over to him all of Eleanor's fortune. Then anger came to her. After all. what could Bennie Thompson say to which she could not make convincing reply? The color came back to her face, then ebbed again. Bennie Thompson's charges would seem insane were it not that Cynthia's own conduct had been strange. She made sudden resolve; tomorrow she must cease waiting for Eleanor. She must make definite search for her. She looked across the room. She met the eyes of Bennie Thompson. She knew that, she could no longer deceive him. Somehow or other she had failed to convince him this afternoon. But if she could not trick him, she could defy him. Her eyes were a definite challenge to the chorus man. But the actions of a person like Bennie Thompson could not be foreseen. It be that he would content himself, for tonight, with his presen measure of triumph. On the other hand, there was always the danger that a person like Bennie would be unable to be calm in victory. Cvnthia was no psychologist, versed in the emotions of those people who dwelt in that shadowy territory. neither black nor white, but muddy gray, between honesty and dishonesty. Bennie Thompson was no professional criminal. Amateur at such matters though she was. she guessed that a professional criminal would | be a less difficult opponent than one ! who veered toward legality one mo- | ment and wrong-doing the next. a a a Apracticer of criminality would bide his time until his plans were thoroughly mapped out. but ! one like Bennie might be suddenly impetuous. Suppose that Bennie should come over to the table now and denounce her? Her face was ghastly at the thought. Dean leaned across and touched her wrist. "Feel badly? Too stuffy here?” She seized upon the offered ex- | cuse, and looked appealingly at Tom i Sanver. From half a dozen tables invitations were being extended to Sanver. % Flasks were being raised ana the tops of champagne bottles were invitingly displayed. For all his years and gray hairs, Cynthia guessed, Tom Sanver was by way of being rather a beau. There was coquetry in the feminine glances directed toward him. "Mind if we leave now?” she asked hta.

—By Williams

Now Tom Sanver adored his daughter, and his fidelity to the memory of his wife was as well known as his fortune. Nevertheless, when a pretty widow—or even a debutante—set her cap for him, he got a certain amount of thrill. He didn't mind u mild flirtation, and a man feels a trifle absurd if his married daughter is looking on while he is engaged with a pretty woman. So while he was solicitous he nevertheless acceded instantly to her request. The Ordeleys were enjoying themselves, so they stayed on. Lucia tried Cythia down to a definite appointment for luncheon and bridge, but was content with an evasive answer. And all the time that the spoke to her father and the Ordeleys, Cynthia w’as conscious of the leering eyes of Bennie Thompson. Though she tried to avoid looking Iris way. she could not keep from furtive glances at him. She realized that each time she turned her head in his direction it w T as another admission that he was right in his identification of her. But that didn’t matter. He w r as certain, anyw’ay, and added certainty made him no more dangerous. man SHE was still fearful that he would accost her as they descended a broad stairway to the street level. She was in an agony of apprehension while she waited the necessary minute that it requires for Dean to repossess himself of the hat and coat w’hich he had checked on their arrival. Only when they were inside the automobile, and the machine had started, did she feel easier. Postponement of danger was not like averting it entirely, but it afforded her a breathing spell. Dean, save for an inquiry, anxiously phrased, was silent during the short ride home. Afraid of any conversation with him, she threw a good night at him as a servant took his coat and hat, and ran upstairs to her room. She dismissed Mary at once, stating that she would look after her- j self, and fully clothed, threw her self upon the bed. This afternoon, taken off guard, she had outwitted Bennie Thompson. But tonight one incautious upward glance had betrayed her. She had fled from the Venetia in fear lest he denounce her. Now she wished that she had remained there, braving the worst that the chorus man could do. After all, what could he do? Suppose he had denounced her? She tried to visualize the scene as it might have happened. The sleek-haired chorus man would have come to their table. He j would have stated that she was not Eleanor Sanver Carey, but was' Cynthia Brown, a chorus girl from Zogbaum's revue. How would she have acted? Ob- j viously with surprise in which an- j noyance and amusement were al- 1 most equally blended. (To be Continued)

THE SON OF TARZAN

Lord Greystoke raised his wife's head and looked down into her eyes; his own eyes filled with the light of happiness. His voice was husky with emotion. “My dear'.’ he said, “I have found her, and—him!” So great was Lady Greystoke's joy that sire forgot the sad messages that awaited Meriem. And so an hour later, Korak, the Killer, rode home to his mother and found m her arms and her eyes the love and

THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES

BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES

\HFV TfO 1U bJXV OxONTCHPi V\6UT 'EM I VCMV. CERTAINLY. oh VFAU ? '<"■ " ‘' ciWy.u ..■wet- we’ jy

FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS

1 get' \N6'DS OP AWFUL )( MOTUIM6WU. UAPPeW/1 fBUT IF ANYTHING DOES ) UVSU 1 HOPS NOTHIN' J / SAFER ~ r j HAPPEN To ME I WANT Y3O | ‘ S HAPPENS BEFORE y > TUAN AU THOSE PEOPLE ( t3 WBI7E Tb MY UNCLE j LWE SET DOWN! J L RIDINS IN THEIR. / CLEM AW "TELL HIM t r J —~ CLEM WHO < J UVJES ok! A X RANCH ? y iCrifei *~- - - ~-A. VC 'J$, i ■ *-~*mim

WASHINGTON TUBBS II

—*l f UST VXOPfcO, UMBW \

SALESMAN SAM

fvwv t>lDU'r YoU THINK To ) ( DIO \ SaK U_ Be Utße. > I&ET so toe, soom

MOM’N POP

vMO'N L. \ OFF mMV j \ SEE n j

And then the mother told Meriem that Morison Baynes had not survived his wound. The expression in Meriem's eye was only the sorrow’ '-he genuinely felt but it was not the pain of a woman bereft of her best beloved. “I am so sirry,” she said softly. “He loved me—but I did rot know what love was until I knew that Korak lived.” Lady Greystoke looked quickly at son who age day would be Lord

—By Martin

PiRe.GH? OH> HtO'■fep—allbut Tre " 06. T etfetWOUMO IToLO VA ROMAN CANOEES. CrREEK. EIRE, ) OIDN'T H(WE AMY WHERE ''' tA SIMVICE. INC: j

The love she saw there answered the question in her heart. No thought of the difference in the stations of the girl and her boy entered her mind. To her, Meriem was fit for a king. She only wanted to know that her son loved the little Arab waif. Throwing her arms about them both she kissed them repeatedly, exclaiming: “Now I shall really have a daughter.” A few days after the marriage ceremony th^nal^start-

OUR BOARDING HOUSE

'pjT* IS THaT Youß v*JAY bF CELEBRATING -THE FOURTH ? - Sou astouisH me ; tj ■<* COME, COME, GET* UP EGAP, A GEaITIEMAaI m ou-f of -there a*jp go Ws/ your age wisHimg 'A V*jlTH ME POMiAi -1b -THE Jy&SCj "16 |P "THE LIGHT M? teacM tor A svJim CR -THAT’LL FRESHENS US JfcSd MV UoRP -‘I AM A W. UP AXSP VJE t LL GO Tb / / SCORE YEARS YOUUOER i stmoct, me. WAU.tW.Wf. T's- j

\NELL, THEH W all BkSHT-TLL ASId 1 . TLLN4ALR - \m MCM -\E COULD ■ VNHV DON'T Y.J uamE LOTS of PON f o Slwvick.e.

(7 WHAT HKW6NEO, OH, EASY I —I KNEW YOU HADN'T h ( LIES'. LIESI FOIL O TWtM. S f •SISTER'? YOU i FORGOTTEN ME'. HE-HE TOVP ME / f oSiWalh I

®( THERE,HOW DOCS j /^OhTvT^S. \ ,T FEXL / / HURT* MUCH \ V_ NOW j / better, \ n ’ '

SO l STOPPED (Vr~OURTsTbRE^"3Hfc ■]zj //f * l ’’’ . "•*;

By Edgar Rice Burroughs

Those days that followed were the most wonderful of Meriem's life. She had not dreamed, even vaguely, of the marvels that civilization held in store for her. The great ocean steamship filled her w’ith awe. And then came London. where the luxuries of the Greystoke town house quite took her breath away. Only one secret trouble tore at Meriem's heart. If she only knew that by birth she was worthy of her husband! who and where were her own father

.JULY 4, 193(0

—By Ahejil

—By Blosser

—By Crane

—By Small

—By Cowan