Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 305, Indianapolis, Marion County, 1 May 1931 — Page 24

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AUTHOR OF THE HUSBAND

BEGIN HEBE TODAT BERYL BORDEN discovers that her half>slster. IRENE EVERETT, is plannine to done with TOMMY WILSON. She tries ‘o prevent the marriage by kidnaping Tommy with the assistance of her neighborhood “gane ” They capture him on the eve of the •loomert and drive him out to the country where Bervl urges him to continue in college and not brea'K the heart of his adoring adnt. MRS. HOFFMAN, who is financing him. Falling to convince him of his follv. Bervl calls him a "sap” and take him back to her sister. Irene, enraged at the long wait, refuses to listen to Tommy’s explanation and postpones the elooment. Despondently. Tommy carries his suitcase home and hides It on the porch as his aunt meets him at the door NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER THREE While she busied herself in the kitchen, Tommy had a chance to retrieve his suitcase, but he had forgotten all about It and went upstairs without It. He did not go to bed at once, for sleep was far from his eyes. The night was pleasantly warm—or cool —just right for sitting by an open window, as Tommy did, writing out his loneliness to Irene. He could see her, he said, a lovely creature with her blonde curls spread out upon her pillow. Crying —was she crying? He didn’t want her to suffer, but he hoped she was as miserable as he. Having finished the letter Tommy sat smoking Innumerable cigarets, his head In his hands, his mind filled with lovely pictures of Irene—soft, alluring Irene. When at last selep overpowered him, he tossed about restlessly and cried out from his dreams. It was not until the wee small hours of the morning that his mind grew quiet and he slept soundly. Shortly after that, he was awakened by his uncle’s alarm clock in the next room. He at once pretended to be asleep again, lest his uncle should want him to get up and go fishing with him. Then he remembered, with exasperating clearness, his suitcase on the front porch. He slipped out of bed, threw on a dressing gown and crept to the door. When he opened it, it was full in his Aunt Emma’s face. a a a OING fishing with your Vj uncle?” Mrs. Hoffman asked Tommy. “Not if I can help it,” he said determinedly. “Just going down for some ice water.” “Tommy Wilson, you haven’t been drinking!" “Oh, Aunt Em, does everything always have to be according to rule?” “I didn’t really think you had,” his aunt answered with a touch of abashment. “I’ll go down and fix the ice water for you.” Tommy did not object, and she moved on, her heavy figure in the gray dressing gown grotesque resembling a giant penguin. When he figured she had reached the kitchen he slipped quietly down the stairs and out to the front porch. He was on his way back to the front door, his suitcase in his hand, when a hail from the neighboring garden brought him to a halt. “Hey, Tommy,” a shrill voice called. “Goin’ on our picnic?” Tommy did not stay to hear more. He hurried back upstairs and shoved the suitcase under the bed. A few minutes later his aunt called up from the lower hall: “Tommy, Michael’s here and wants to know if you’re going on the picnic?” Tommy stuck his head out of his door and called back: “No, I’m not, I’m. . “You’re going with me,” liis Uncle George put in, emerging partially from the bathroom. “Seeing you’re awake, you’ve got no excuse not to.” Tommy had his choice, or thought he had, and he certainly wasn’t going on any picnic that was personally conducted by Beryl Borden. “I’m going with Uncle George.” he shouted down to his aunt, and slammed his door, which move prevented him from hearing her exclamation of bewilderment. a a a HE dressed huiriedly, thinking he might escape both invitations, but his uncle, guessing his intention, cornered him as he was trying to leave the house and dragged him into the kitchen. His aunt fed him with special care. “The poor boy looks all fagged out,” she remarked sympathetically to no one in particular. “Wouldn’t you like some spiced pears. Tommy? I've got a jar or two left from last year.” Spiced pears Tommy like espe-

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cially. “All right,” he s'td, conferring a favor upon her, “Hurry up,” his uncle urged as he dwadled over a third helping of the fruit; “there's more important things in life than pears.” “Don’t I know?” Tommy mourned. “H’ump, it don’t look like it. Come on, it’s time to go.” Tommy got up with a sigh. “Save the rest of them for dinner,” he said to Aunt Emma, indicating the remainder of the pears. “Not worth bothering with,” his uncle scoffed. “Come on, let’s go." They went out and got into Mr. Hoffman’s shiny new car, their fishing tackle stowed In the tonneau, but-no sign of a lunch basket, that Tommy could see. “Don’t we eat?” he worried. “Never mind,” his uncle answered abruptly. “Start her up.” They had gone aobut ten miles on anew state highway that traverses a portion of Long Island from east to west when they passed Beryl and the members of her picnic party. Tommy scowled darkly at them in answer to their shouts of greeting and wild hand waving. “What made yuh change your mind?” Michael shouted above the rest. “That kid’s a pest,” Tommy muttered. Some unexpressed emotion moved him to step on the gas and they flew along at a speed that left Beryl’s old car far in the rear. Mr. Hoffman protested, but Tommy paid him no heed. He felt like getting even with someone. In far less time than Mr. Hoffman expected they arrived at a crossroads corner where they turned south to the fishing grounds. There, reports had it, the bluefish were running plentifully. “Stop here at this garage a minute,” Mr. Hoffman said to Tommy as he slowed up for the turn. “What for?” “Never you mind. Do as I say and stop.” Tommy stopped. “I want to see a feller in here,” his uncle said, getting down from the car. “Don’t sell him a dog,” Tommy said suspiciously. His uncle was acting “funny,” and he couldn’t understand it. a a a TIME passed and Tommy fidgeted while his uncle remained inside the garage. At this rate they’d never get back in time for him to see Irene before the day was gone. And he’d made up his mind since starting out that he must see her. Maybe she wouldn’t be so stubborn after a night of thinking things over. And it would certainly suit his plans to have their elopement over with. He wanted plenty of time before college reopened to bring his aunt round to his point of view. He was about to go inside and urge his uncle to get along to their destination when Beryl and her gang came rattling down upon him. Mr. Hoffman, noting her arrival, quit his stalling, much to the relief of the garage owner, and came out to tell her he was glad she’d got there. For a minute Tommy listened with his brow wrinkled in perplexity; then he saw light. This was a cooked-up job. But he couldn’t see why—when his uncle favored bis match with Irene—he should drag him away from her on Sunday and hand him over to Beryl. He wasn’t left long in ignorance. It was revealed that all his uncle wanted was to store his nice new car in the garage and have Beryl drive him to the fishing grounds in her music box, which could stand out in the blistering sun and salt air for hours without harm to its community-painted surface. *“I guess you don’t know what you’ve dene,” Tommy said darkly to his uncle when he had him for a moment out of Beryl’s hearing. “Irene never will forgive me for this.” “Is that so?” his uncle asked with a touch of real anxiety. “Why I thought . . . her mother was over to the theater last night, looking for you and she said Irene was going away for a while. I thought it was all right when I met Beryl.” “Where’d you meet her?” Tommy asked skeptically. “At the drug store. I went in for a soda.” “Must have been pretty late,” Tommy pursued, “She was at home when I left there last night and that wasn’t early.” “Sure it was late. She was get-

ting something for her mother; said she had hysterics, but she looked like she needed something for herself.” “H’m, she made a quick recovery,” Tommy retorted, looking over toward Beryl, who was herding her picnic group into lesser space in the old car. Os course he could not see the shadows under her eyes, or that the color which was usually hers naturally today was from the rouge pot. She was laughing, and bantering her gang with her customary lightheartedness, which seemed to Tommy in his present mood of bitterness toward her like an especially vile form of grossness. “Come on,” she called to them. “My kids will be getting hungry before you've got your hooks baited.” a a a BERYL insisted upon driving and Tommy had to sit squeezed in between her and his uncle. “If a cop sees you,” he warned hopefully, “you’ll get a ticket for this overcrowding.” * “I know every cop on Long Island by his first name,” Beryl boasted, and Tommy said, “I dare say you do.” They arrived finally, somewhat confused as to the proper ownership of various assorted arms and legs, at the beach, and piled out according to their respective fitness. Beryl watched Tommy and his uncle take off for their fishing with genuine longing in her shadowed eyes. She loved fishing, but she couldn’t leave her gang—that was her promise to their mothers. They needed her supervision, for they were “rarin’ to go,” as they informed her. “If you want to do something, dig into the depths of Pride of the Sea and get that stove assembled,” she directed them. “We’re going to have fish.” “Maybe,” Pigmy grunted. They busied themselves with the stove and fuel, with digging a deep hole ip the sand to keep the watermelon and bottled drinking w r ater cool, with getting kites in working order, and various other occupations, until one of the number cut his foot on a piece of broken glass. Then they all stood around while Beryl gave first aid to the injured —all but Angie, the youngest boy. Angie, who had been eyeing the water with infinite craving for its refreshing coolness, thought it a good time—with every one busy—to fulfill his wish. He wasn’t the least bit interested in what was going on where Miss Beryl was—too often it was work. The water was fun. He waded out until the water was up to his waist. Then he started to swim. He wasn’t a bad swimmer for his age—B—but what he hadn’t seen, far out, and rapidly coming nearer was what some people call a water kitty. Undreaming of his danger, he swam straight for it. (To Be Continued) Washington Letter Auctioned CHICAGO, April 30.—A letter which George Washington wrote in 1777 to Colonel Alexander Spotswood was sold at auction of $375 last night at the Fine Arts building. The letter urged Spotswood to see that his men were not “dissipated” while in Philadelphia. A first edition of poems by William Cullen Bryant was sold for SBOO.

STICKERS • • • • • • • What is the least possible number of straight moves dial will carry through the 64 dots, starting at the cross and returning there?

Answer for Yesterday

SPEARING 1. SPARING 2. SPRING 3. SPRIG 4. PRIG 5. PIG 6. PI 7. I The above diagram shows how you can remove one letter at a time, for seven times, from the word SPEARING, and thus make seven other words. 30

TARZAN AND THE GOLDEN LION

Flora Hawkes and her three confederates pur-

Flora Hawkes and her three confederates, pur-

sued by Luvini and his two hundred warriors, stumbled through the darkness of the jungle night, completely lost. Their one idea was to put as much distance as possible between themselves and the camp of the ivory raiders. Often behind them they heard sounds of pursuit and plunged on in their aimless flight of terror Then, to their surprise, they saw the glow of a light ahead What could it be?

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FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS

TO M CONVINCED BY WHO THE CROOK IS, AIR TIGHT, I'LL CHECK I KNOW WHO RO LOOK THAT THE CROOK FOUND THAT CRUTCH, I'D AND THEN THE WHO STOLE OLD STILL BE IN DUCK CHASE BEGINS.... MAN HECTOR'S SOUP... FARBAR, WAS LUCK,

WASHINGTON TUBBS II

BELLOWING, INKY CLOUDS, FORERUNNERS OF THE APPROACHING STORM, APPEAR TOWARD DUSK. PEDRO, NERVOUS A COAST GUARD VESSEL IS SOME AND ANXIOUS, SNEAKS THE RUM-RUNNER. NEARER THE BAY, WHERE NEAR—THE LIGHT HAS EAGERLY AWAITING A SIGNAL LIGHT DENOTING SAFETY. J, BLAKED THE DANGER SIGNAL.

SALESMAN SAM

CHEERIO, SAM! WHY AW, I WAS AT A I HADN'T ANY MORE WHAT WAS TH' MATTER? SURE! I WAS DRESSED AS A WELL, DIDN'TCH THE LONG FACE? MASQUERADE BALL THAN GOT INTO THE DIDN'TCHA GO DIS- BASE BALL PLAYER! HAVE ANYTHING LAST NIGHT AND I HAS HALL WHEN EVERY- GUISED AS SOMETHIN' A HECK OF A TIME! BODY RECOGNIZED ME! OR OTHER? "PUT ON THE SPOT" NIZED ME! SPOT" CHICKENS

BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES

GEE, IS IT?

At last they beheld ahead a camp surrounded by a thorn boma. About the fire were some fitty magnificent black warriors. And, wonder of wonders, standing among the blacks, clearly outlined by the light of the campfire, was a white woman. From their actions, they too had heard the noise of the recent battle and the sounds of pursuit rising louder and louder. "That white woman is our only hope. Perhaps she can protect us. I am going to find out,” cried Flora Hawkes, and sorted for the boma

—By Ahern

The keen eyes of a Waziri discovered her. Instantly the boma wall was ringed with bristling spears. “Stop!” cried the warrior. “We are the Waziri of Tarzan. Who are you?” “I am an Englishwoman,” called Flora in reply. “With my companions I am lost. We have been betrayed by our safari Our head man is pursuing us now, with many warriors. We are but four. Give up protection, I beg you.” The woman with the blacks made a signal to the Waziri Let them come,” she said.

OUT OUR WAY

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DIS OL' BOAT, SHE

! YOUR BIG SHOT OH WELL, HAW. SAY, YOU WOULDN'T YOU CAN BROTHER HIRED SHIPS AN ANYWAY... IT BE HOT IF THINK OF TH' PLANES BE TH' HUNDREDS! YOU AFTER MY SHIP DARNDEST THEY'RE SEARCHIN' THIS FOUND FINDS US, IT THINGS WHOLE DANG POND... ME... WOULD GET LOST? WHY, DERN IT, THERE NOW ALL WERE THREE OTHER THEY PLANES, BESIDES MINE, HAVE TO OPERATIN' OFF OF MY, DO IS SHIP ALONE ... TRYIN' T'FIND TO FIND YA

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

As the girl and the three men entered the boma, another pair of eyes watched them from - the foliage of a great tree overhanging the camp; grey eyes to which a strange light came as they recognized the girl and her companions. As the newcomers approached the two women simultaneously gasped in astonishment. “Flora! What in the world are YOU doing here?” exclaimed one. The girl came to an abrupt stop trying to gather her wits, as she too exclaimed.’ half terrified; ‘Lady Grey stoke!”

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