Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 75, Indianapolis, Marion County, 6 August 1930 — Page 9

AUG. 6, 1930_

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CHAPTER ELEVEN (Continued) Dan had reached for the telephone while she spoke. A moment later he put it down, and fear as well as bewilderment was in all their faces now. One of the Eyre servants had answered it with the information that Marsc Harry and Miss Emily had left yesterday to spend New Year's day with his sister in Denver. •Then she’ll be back here. Danny! She doesn’t know it!” said Beatrice’s mother agitatedly. "I don’t understand this!” he said, turning to Patricia. Before she could speak. Peacock came in with a mes|^gf Miss Beatrice had telephoned from Mrs. Ingersolls’ to say that after Mr. Eyre's dinner she was going home with Miss Cheney and would telephone in the morning. Miss Beatrice had been playing bridge and was in too much of a hurry to have her mother called to the telephone. There was the silence of utter consternation in the room when the man was gone again. Then Mrs. Palmer began to cry. Dan and Patricia. both on their feet, spoke together. * "There’s something up. They’re away together!” "His sister leaves at 2. Perhaps they're going with her!” Patricia added as a rapid afterthought. "She wouldn’t do that. Danny! Pansy isn’t like that.” faltered his mother, catching at his sleeve. “You go now to the Ingersoil’s, Dan. Bring her home. Tell her mamma's ill: it’s true!” "Yes, get her,” Patricia added decidedly. "The thing is to get her here and tell her the whole story. Don’t frighten her. Dan. and don't anger her. Just bring her home.” a a a WITH one quick nod he was gone. They could hear the deep drumming of his engine a moment later. Then there was only waiting. Mrs Palmer’s luncheon tray came in. and Patricia coaxed her to eat. And while she ate the two lamented, discussed and analyzed this amazing affair with that secret, strange satisfaction that women feel even in calamity. Unimportant episodes of the past were full of new significance now and half-forgotten words were recalled solemnly. Patricia found herhelf rather relishing the position of loved and needed oldest daughter. Presently she telephoned Mrs Throckmorton that she and the Palmers were to say goodby to Miss Hutchison at 2. but would follow the others to Mountainhead in the car. Dan telephoned: instantly both women were all alert. Beatrice was ir*t at the Ingersolls. had not been there at all. Briefly, harshly, he demanded the hour at which Miss Hutchinson was to leave for Chicago. At 2, the girl told him. He had forty minutes in which to catch them. "Dan will stop them!” Patricia said, when, with a shaking hand, she had hung the receiver in its place. Both women were pale and frightened now. “She wouldn't go away with him, dearie! She isn’t that sort!” Mrs. Palmer keot repeating. But the hard old Mantis were knotted together in agony as she spoke. "He’s terrible fascinating,” she said once simply, "and Pansy ain’t but 18!” Two o'clock struck. The train was gone now, for good or ill. The women looked fearfully at each other. At a quarter past 2 Dan came in. His face was ghastly. "Miss Hutchinson and the Rosses were on that train,” he said, dropping into a chair. "My sister's somewhere —with him—now!” "Oh. no. Danny! Oh, no. dear!” the mother cried out in anguish. "Mv baby! He wouldn't take her as innocent as a baby, when he couldn't make her his wife!” Over Patricia’s puzzled face a sudden light had broken. She had snatched the telephone. "That’s where they are!” she said eagerly, a minute later, putting the instrument aside. “Pool that I am to have forgotten! They’ve taken the 1:30 train for Pemberton. They've gone up to Harry's shooting-box!” a a a A ND clinging to Dan’s arm and -/a firing him instantly’ w-ith her Bwn excitement, she told all that, fee knew. "Ticky Ralston saw them

buying tickets this morning! They took the train at 1:30 and are due there at 3:30. Dan, if we follow them in the car can we catch them?” "You bet your life we can catch them!” he said, snatching up his coat again. "Dan!” his mother said, rising to her full height, a magnificent protest in her voice. “You ain’t taking it for granted that your sister has run off to the woods with Sidney Hutchinson! Shame on you! She’s just gone somewhere’s for lunch, and she ll be in any time now.” The man paused, but Patricia’s anxious face did not brighten. "Did he see his sister off?” she asked quickly. Dan’s whole look darkened again. He shook his head. “And Beatrice sent that message by Peacock,” Patricia reminded them. “You don't know Pansy Mrs. Palmer said, breathing hard. "But I know she loves him.” the girl's voice pleaded. "People aren’t sane when they are in love!” The older woman began to tremble again, and sat down weakly. “I guess she does!” she whispered, tears on her face. "Don’t worry,” Patricia said with a daughterly arm about the bowed shoulders. “We’ll be there almost as soon as the train! We'll bring her back.” She glanced up to see Dan watching her. And at his look something almost unbearably sweet flooded her heart with joy. But it was to his mother he spoke. "She’s perfectly right, mother. We can get there almost as soon as :they do!” Mrs. Palmer had risen to her feet; now she stayed him with a shaking ! hand on his arm. "I’m going with you, dear. Pansy may have lost her head over this fellow; she's only a little girl, and she’s never been in love before! But she’ll do what mamma tells her to; she’ll come back for me! Don’t try to stop me, Danny, for I've got to come, too!” CHAPTER TWELVE FIFTEEN minutes later they were on their way, with seventy I miles to cover in less than an hour. Mrs. Palmer and Patricia, furred to the ears, smiled in spite of themselves as the car flew over the silent i roads. Once clear of the city, there was almost nothing to ii terrupt the steady, resonant hum of the engine: at 3 o’clock they were in the woods, mounting up and up toward the summit of the range. Patricia managed the flapping guidebook. "Curve right about watering through in fork,” she would command. "There it is!” the spectacled and capped vision that was Dan would mutter. “Yes?” "Well, then come about two miles on good dirt road into Grants Hill,” Patricia would proceed. "Dan. we have only twelve—nine —five —only two more miles!” It was just 4 o'clock when the car was stopped with a grating scrape at the little wooden station of Pemberton. It was set in a crude clearing surrounded by pines and especially desolate now in the first timid fall of snowflakes. Dan leaped from the car. An agent appeared from the small office. The 1:30 from Deerbridge had not yet arrived; she was late, he informed them. Miracles of miracles, they were in time! The events of the day began to bewilder Patricia. As she sat, thawing, in the stuffy little office, the whole panorama seemed to float before her with fantastic unreality. Beatrice had come down ate to breakfast dressed for riding. Patricia suddenly had decided to slip in and say good-by to Helena. She had had that astonishing hour in the bare studio; she had said good-by to Mrs. Rogers; she had tangled the Throckmortons and Ticky. and the Ingersolls, and Sidney. and Harry Eyre into the curious plot that had finally brought this furred, anxious woman and this angry man far up into an absurd little mountain station on New Year’s Eve. “Here’s the trai-’.*’ Dan interrupted’'her musirgs harshly. They went opt into a soft whirl of snow. "Maybe it’s all a wild goose chase 1"

—By Williams

he admitted nervously, as the train puffed up the grade and stopped. For a full minute nothing occurred. The three looked at one another, shook their heads. Then, from the ' last platform, furred, bright-eyed and confident, Beatrice stepped down. She was followed by Sidney, carrying two bags a a a THE train departed. Beatrice turned deathly pale, but she did not hesitate as the two groins walked slowly toward each other. She was the first to speak. "Well, mama; well, Dan.” she said, breathing hard, "here I am! I hope you’re satisfied! I knew you were : ying on me!” The mother did not speak, but instantly any self-control that Dan had mustered was scattered to the winds. "Never you mind whether were satisfied or not,” Dan said, raging. "A girl that will run off with a married man needn't talk about spying! I'm not talking to you, you skunk!” he added fiercely, as the artist interpolated a remark. “You keep out of it!” "I don't blame you for feeling angry, Palmer,” Sidney’s fine voice persisted, “but I’m leaving Deerbridge on Wednesday, perhaps forever. I brought your sister up here to see the little cabin where Eyre and I spent the summer once. It’s only across the street. We were going back on the evening train.” Patricia’s eyes fell on the suitcases. "I swear that’s true, Pat!” Sidney said eagerly, as his eyes followed her glance. "There’s nothing here but our supper. It—it seemed a last chance ” And quickly, opening the bag, he tumbel cans and spoons and grocery packages into the fluffy first snow. "Oh, baby!” the mother breathed. “Baby!” “I love Sid and he loves me, mamma,” Beatrice explained loftily. But Patricia was glad to see that she moved toward her mother as she spoke. “We—we can’t be married right now. I can’t tell you why. But we are going to wait for each other! And nobody can stop us!” she finished defiantly. "There’s a train from here in twenty minutes,” Dan said significantly. "We can talk these things over in the train.” “I suppose you think I am going home like a bad child with its nurse!” Beatrice flamed. "I know darn well you are,” Dan answered. “Well, I'm not.” Beatrice was frightened, excited and determined all at once. She panted, childishly, and looked from her mother’s stony face to Sidney. "Am—am I, Sid?” she asked faltering. “I don’t know what your family plans to do,” he said, shrugging. )To Be Continued.)

TARZAN AND THE JEWELS OF OPAR

Werper's covetous soul set upon those precious gems with which Tarzan played. But HOW to get them? He questioned the ape-man regarding the glistening stones and was relieved to find Tarzan had no conception of their value. Possibly the man would give them to him for the asking. Werper reached out his hand toward the little pile. InstaJitly Tarzan covered them, baring his fighting fangs and growled. Werper Withdrew his own hand more quickly than he advanced it.

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Tarzan resumed playing with the gems and talking to Werper as though nothing unusual had occurred. He had but exhibited the beast's jealous protective instinct for possession. But from this incident dated a great fear in the breast of the Belgian for his savage companion. He saw in the Englishman oply a dangerous maniac. That he was in truth a savage jungle bAast reverted to the state of his childhood, Werper could not know.

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On the third day of their progress from Opar, Tarzan's keen ears caught the sound of men behind them. Werper heard nothing above the usual hum of the jungle Tarzan stood in statuesque silence, listening, as his sensitive nostrils assayed each passing breeze. < Then he withdrew Werper into the concealment of the thick brush, and waited* Presently along the same game trail there came la. sight of a sleek black warrior, aJjTLjgE^'SP&tfu].

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