Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 56, Indianapolis, Marion County, 15 July 1930 — Page 13

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CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX Deliberately Cynthia walked from the room. She would star here no longer to listen to the voire of the tempter. She had joined Eleanor in a reckless game. That it had turned out to be something much more serious than a game did not alter the fact that Cynthia had agreed to step out of the game at Eleanor’s demand. It didn't matter that Eleanor had played the game unfairly. The cheating of one's opponent or partner does not justify one's own stealing of an advantage. * There were little things upon the dressing-table of no particular intrinsic value that she would have liked to take with her—things that Eleanor could not cherish and would never miss. They would be little keepsakes which would remind her, in the gloomy, barren days to come, of th* great happiness that had been hers, and of the greater happiness that might have been hers. But she took none of them. She must wear the clothes in which she stood, and txie hand bag held toilet accessories which were necessary. But t.yond these she took nothing. Took nothing save memories; but these would be more lasting than any trinket. She tiptoed down the stairs. If Dean should see her dressed for the street he would demand an explanation. Let Eleanor give that, if it were ever tc be given. If Eleanor should confess the imPO y/that had been practiced * j/bean, let a kind fate lead ’ ynthia far away. She never wished took upon Dean’s countenance when he should learn how grievously he had been lied to. The hour was past midnight. The servants were asleep. No one saw her as she opened the door and slipped quietly toward Madison avenue. A cruising taxlman halted at her upraised hand. He grunted disgustedly as he listened to the address she gave him. But he was pacified when she handed him a dollar bill end ran across the sidew all: to the door of the Sanver home without waiting for change. If all the people who only rode a couple of blocks were as generous as this, thought the taximan, life would be a pleasanter proposition. The door swung open before she could ring the bell. Sanver stepped out beside her. “Where is she?*’ he asked. “The Dennison, West Eighth street."’ He seized her by the arm and they almost ran toward Fifth avenue. • Didn't want to use my own car.” , he explained “Don't want a chauf- j feur to see you two together. How lid her voice sound?" mum NOW that the question was asked her Cynthia remembered that there had been a great weariness in Eleanor's tones. But she didn't tell this to Sanver. Why cause him any worry? "All right,” she assured him. They stopped a taxi and Sanver gave the address. "Why couldn't she have come back a few hours earlier?' 1 he demanded querulously. “Before we went through that disgusting farce in the woman's apartment.” “Dean told me about it.” she said. Sanver sat bolt upright beside her. “Told you about it? You mean he came back to the house?” “Yes.” she replied. The monosyllabic answer but piqued him. “But why?'' he insisted. “Why do you think a man. having gone through a thing like that, would return to his wife?” Sanver whistled. “To make it up. Well?” She turned so that beneath a passing arc light he saw the stain of shame upon her face. “He made it up,” she said. Sanver gasped. "Cynthia, you don't mean ” “No. I don't,” she said bitterly. "But it was only because Eleanor telephoned. Otherwise ” She broke down utterly. Sanver's arm went around her. ClunMtfy he comforted her. Liate*i. Cynthia. You mustn't. God k aw.< how Eleanor is going to fix thie up. but she can't be Dean's wife now." “Haven’t she and Dean got someihingto uty about that?’’

Sanver leaned back. He could make no reply to this. As for Cynthis, she fought-for control of herself. There would be plenty of time for tears in the dreary years ahead of her. Her own question to Sanver revived speculation in her mind. She had been comforted that Dean loved her. But if he thought that Eleanor was she—and how could he think otherwise?—what good would it be to her to know Lhat the kisses he gave to Eleanor were meant for Cynthia? SOS Resolutely she put out of her mind the thoughts and pictures that inevitably entered there. "Did Eleanor mention Jennings? Did she say he was with her?” A menacing note had crept into Sanver's voice. Cynthia touched him on the arm. “You’re not to do anything to him,” she ordered. He nodded reassuringly. “I’ll keep my hands off him.” "And Eleanor?” He took her hand between both of his. “Haven’t you worries enough of your own without thinking about them? You’re the gamest, sweetest girl that ever lived. Remember what I told you; You’re my other daughter. You won’t forget?” “I'll never forget—you,” she told him. Something in her voice warned him. He turned around, bending over her so that he could peer into her face. “What you planning?” he demanded. She evaded him. “Ive hardly had time to make many plans.” “And you’re not to make any without consulting me. You understand that?” “I understand,” she said meekly. “A girl who would step into what you stepped into, on a moment’s notice, is apt to step out just as fast and far. I don't trust you. It would be just like you to walk out on me forever.” His hands gripped hers more firmly. “I want you to promise me that you’ll not run away.’ ’ “Let's not even think about anything but Eleanor,” she pleaded. “There's been too much thinking about Eleanor, even if she is my own daughter, and not enough thought about you.” declared Sanver. “Why, I’ll bet you haven’t a penny in your bag. I’ll bet you plan to walk right out on us. Here.” He took her handbag away from her and she saw nim thrusting money into it. “You won't be able to come home with us tonight. Not if we bring Eleanor back. That'll keep you until tomorrow.” As if it mattered very much whether she starved or was without shelter. For her heart would be without sustenance or home forever more. “Now. mind. I'm giving you this money so's you won’t be flat broke. Not so’s you can buy a ticket to Hellangone. God knows how we re going to fix this thing up. but you trust old Daddy Tom to fix it, and fix it right.” HUH THE taxi stopped before the Dennison. Sanver paid the man and together they entered the dingy hotel. So Cynthia described it to herself, and her lips curled cynically as she recognized her attitude. For this quiet hostelry was far better than any hotel she ever had been able to afford as Cynthia Brown. It was infinitely superior to the apartment where she had lived during the Zogbaum rehearsals. Adapting herself to her old life of poverty was going to be hard. For she couldn't take seriously Tom Sanver's repeated declarations that she was his other daughter. He was grateful to her now; more than that, he genuinely loved her. She was certain of that. But Eleanor must come first with him. Cynthia would always be a menace to Eleanor's security. Suppose that Eleanor had recovered from the madness—it was no less than that—that had made her act so outrageously? Suppose that she had broken with Jennings and wanted Dean? Eleanor was Sanver's daughter, and he would try to assure that his daughter got what she wanted. To keep Cynthia in his house meant thit Dean would see her. instantly rec ° , ““ *•

—By Williams

would know that he did not love his wife. Though Sanver disclaimed it, he doubtless bad thrust the money in her bag to enable her to go away somewhere. Well, he was decent and fine. He would try to spare her feeling But sometimes the burden of our debt to another is too great to carry. And an obligation which crushes and smothers us becomes quickly hateful. u tt u TOM SANVER owed his daughter’s double so much that he could not hope to repay her. The very futility of paying for his daughter's reputation and possible happiness—Cynthia winced at this last—would make Sanver resentful. Cynthia never would stay near enough to the Sanvers to feel that resentment. What she had done, she had done in obedience to the pull of that strange spiritual bond between herself and Eleanor. There could be no price fixed upon her services now that they were accomplished, any more than there could have been any price fixed in advance. She had done for Eleanor only what she knew Eleanor would have felt compelled to do for her. Sanver paused outside the door of the Dennison. He was under a terrific nervous strain. His lips trembled. “What name is Eleanor using here? She’d be afraid to call herself Sanver or Carey. Those names might have aroused suspicion.” “She gave me no name. Perhaps she registered as Mrs. Jennings.” She hated to utter this suggestion. Sanver almost cowered, as though the words, with all their implications, were lashes laid upon his body. “Well, we ll inquire for Mrs. Jennings then.” He led the way to the desk. A sleepy clerk eyed them disinterestedly. “Mrs. Jennings in?” asked Sanver. The clerk nodded. “You friends of hers?” “Yes,” said Sanver. (To Be Cont'nued) EPIDEMIC TOLL 250,000 Influenza Figures for <ine Years Compiled bv P .reau. B '/ Science Service WASHINGTON uujy 15.—About 250,000 deaths resulted from influenza epidemics in this country between January. 1920, and the middle of 1929, the United States public health service has reported. These figures are based on the records of ninety-five cities for six epidemics occurring each in 1920, 1922, 1923, 1926, spring of 1928 and winter of 1928-29. This total is nearly half that of deaths in the United States during the great epidemic of 1918-19. Tlv“ last epidemic of 1928-29 accounted for about one-fifth of the quartermillion deaths, or 50.000. while another 100,000 occurred during the sharp epidemic of the spring of 1920,

TARZAN AND THE JEWELS OF OPAR

The Belgian did not have long to wait, for the following day his emissary returned with word that Tarzan and a party of fifty Wazari warriors had set out toward the southwest early in the morning. Werper immediately dispatched a runner to Achmet Zek with a letter telling of his plans and then, with six picked portsbs. set out after Tarzan to discover where I his gold was hidden,

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And so it was that Tarzan, in his leopard skin clothes and armed after the primitive fashion he best loved, led his loyal Wazari toward the dead city of Opar. Werper, the renegade. haunted his trail through the long, hot days, and camped close behind him at night. And as they marched, Achmet Zek rode with his following toward the Greystoke farm.

—By Martin

To Tarzan of the Apes his expedition was in the nature of a holiday outing. His civilization was at best but an outward veneer which he gladly peeled off with his uncomfortable European clothing whenever any reasonable pretext presented itself. Only a woman’s love kept Tarza a even to the semblance of civilization. He cJroe lack to nature in the spirit of a lover released from prison walls.

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By Edgar Rice Burroughs

Many days the stalwart ape-man marched at the head of his Wazari warriors pursuing the quest. Each day found him more and more rejoicing in this freedom. He shot down game with arrow and spear when he would far rather have leaped from ambush, and unarmed, pitted his muscles against the savage Jungle. Within him surged the call of the milk of his savage foster-mother.

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