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BEGIN- HEBE TODAY **cr*:!v tn so?e With TOMMY WILSON, discover* that fit. 15 c ,‘iCLli£ e 10 -£i OD * with h ' r ha!l--lster;i IRENE EVERETT So she and per sang” kidnao Tommv and take rum into the countrv she urges him to continue in coileee snd not break Un hf4rt °* his aunt who ls financing Failing to convince him. Bervl lets Tommv return to her sis’er. Irene, en- ; raged at the long v alt refuses to listen to his pleas and postpones the elopement. v Next dav Tommy goes fishing with his uncle and finds Bervl and her gang on the beach One of the bo vs. ANGIE REED, is carried out bv the tide. Tommy and Bervl rescue him and call a doctor before taking him heme. Bhe finds it hard to bear the reproaches of MRS. REED end her family and the sneers of her jealous sifter When Tommy again be?' Irene to marrv him. she savs she will not let marriage interfere with her carter and Informs him that she is to have a radio audition. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY chapterTeight **T THINK,” Mrs. Everett said to X Beryl in the voice of one who copes with a hopeless situation, “that it would be more considerate of you to go to your sister and see if there isn’t something you can do for her. ‘‘You know better than any one else w’hat an ordeal she has been through and with this .audition ahead of her tomorrow she Is really under a great strain.” All the women looked at Beryl. For a moment defiance plainly was expressed in the flush that spread over her cheeks and in the pronounced lift of her chin, but common sense came to her rescue and saved her from making a scene. “And someone must cook dinner,” her mother added suggestively. “Heaven knows I can’t do everything and I'm sure Mrs. Reed needs me here. Someone must make up to her for . . .” “What’s the trouble?” Charlie Reed’s voice cut in as he made his w-ay into the room. It seemed to him that they all tried to tell him at once, but he turned to Beryl. She told him as simply as she could what had happened, neither accusing nor sparing herself. “I’ll never let him go away alone again,” Mrs. Reed sobbed, her eyes beseechingly upon her husband’s face. “What?” he said, surprised. Then: "I guess what that young fellow | needs is a lesson in sportsmanship. ; Tt wasn’t playing fair to go in by himself while the others were busy,” he added and strode away upstairs. Mrs. Reed gasped, and Beryl experienced a blessed feeling of relief. At least there was one adult in the world who was not eager to pillory her. “I’ll cook dinner.” she said j pleasantly to her mother and hurried awiy. Or.e among the women, realizing : that they had been outdone in generosity by a man, remarked vaguely: “Bei-yl’s a good cook, isn’t she?” Mrs. Everett sighed. “When I j can get her into the kitchen,” she i admitted. But today Beryl's mind was not 1 on cooking. She saw the apples, sliced and spiced, and guessed that they were intended for a pie, but when she made the crust she forgot the rule for mixing it and stood rubbing the shortening and flour to a fineness that would rob the pie of all flakiness. IRENE came in while she mused over the pastry bowl, to get a glass of ice water. She studied Beryl for a moment with sly speculativeness. Then she said with a plaintive whimper, “I’ve got a frightful headache.” > “That’s too bad,” Beryl said with uncertain sympathy. She was too used to faked headaches in the family to take them seriously. “Really I have,” Irene went on. “I don’t know what I’m going to do.” “Take an aspirin and lie down.” “I don’t mean about my head. I’ve done everything for that, but I’ve got to get that yellow blouse washed and I can hardly stand on my feet.” “What do you want the blouse for?” “Didn’t mother tell you?” “Tell me what?” "That I’m singing for RKG tomorrow?” “And you must sing in a yellowblouse. I see—a yelllow linen blouse that's been waiting a week for you to launder it.” “It’s the only decent one I've got to go with my gray suit,” Irene jxmted. “I'm not lazy. It’s not my I'ault if I can’t get things done. Tommy’s hardly given me a. moment to myself for w-eeks.” She watched, but Beryl showed no sign of feeling the blade. Irene never could be quite sure when her thrusts had gone home. "I dent, seem to have so much

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time myself somehow,” Beryl said confidentially. “Well, if you aren’t interested enough in my career to help me when I'm sick I dont suppose you’d care to go with me tomorrow," Irene baited. She’d no intention of asking Beryl to accompany her to the broadcasting studio, but she hated washing and ironing, and Beryl could do it beautifully. Os course, she couldn t sing . . . but Irene knew she’d love to go to the studio. “if you're able to go upstairs and fetch it down here I’ll wash it,” Beryl compromised. “I wouldn't miss your audition for anything.” Irene was gone, and when she returned Beryl saw a glimmer of pink among the folds of the yellow blouse. “What are you ringing in on me?” she asked suspiciously. “Only a dance set,” Irene said lightly. “It will just take a minute while the iron is hot.” “Well, I said ‘anything,’ ” Beryl admitted. “My mistake—but it’s too bad you didn't bring the Monday wash along, too.” “Don’t be mean,” Irene coaxed. “I might be able to do a lot for you some day—if you should develop a voice.” Beryl laughed. “Anything can happen,” she said. “Even that.” a a a IRENE was seized with a magnanimous impulse. “Maybe if you'd cut cut that crazy ‘tapping’ as you call it, you’d discover that you have something to work with, anyway.” “You mean a real voice?” Beryl appeared to be deeply impressed. “A soprano—like yours?” Irene simpered. “Well, you could hardly expect to have a voice like mine,” she said pityingly. “You would be sacrilegious,” Beryl retorted and left the room. Irene was so insulted that she decided Beryl should not accompany her to the studio after all. But she did not go near Beryl to tell her this while the latter washed and ironed the lingerie and cooked the dinner. In fact, she said nothing during the meal of her new decision. Mrs. Everett unconsciously appeaseff her injured felings somewhat by criticizing the food. “Oh well,” Beryl answered listlessly, “I didn’t feel like cooking.” “Mooning over someone?” Irene asked maliciously. Eeryl nodded. “Someone I feel sorry for,” she said sweetly, and Irene’s intuition warned her to drop the subject. When Beryl spoke like that she was going to be cuttingly sarcastic, and Irene didn’t want to lose her temper to the point of disclosing to Beryl what she had in mind for her. But when she did speak of it, the next morning at breakfast, she met with opposition from an unexpected quarter. Beryl was away minding the store while Mr. Everett—who left the house before his wife or Irene were up--returned to breakfast with them. On this occasion he seemed to be in a hurry. “Beryl tells me she’s going to New York with you,” he said to Irene. “Give me some more coffee if you’ve got some hot, mother. I want to get back and finish the vegetable rack before Beryl leaves. If you’d come over and help,” he began suggestively, again addressing himself to his younger daughter, only to be interrupted by his wife’s horrified. “Pa! Can’t you ever realize how those newspaper interviewers would make it sound if they found out Irene had worked in a grocery store!” “What newspaper interviewers?” Mr. Everett asked hazily. a a you’re as bad as Beryl!” v-' Mrs. Everett exclaimed. “Can’t you see what’s ahead of your daughter? But of course, you wouldn’t know,” she added with a weary sigh. “Fame means nothing to you. All you’ve ever known is turnips and cabbages. Why, I don’t believe you’ve ever sold an alligator pear in your life!” she added, warming to her subject. “Mother,” Irene broke in stiffly. “After all, even alligator pears have nothing to do with me and my career. I should like to forget groceries for a while. I’m sick to death of the thought of them.” Mr. Everett grunted, and looked at the two eggs and bacon on her plate, the stack of toast and jar of 1 jam. | It’s not for this family to despise groceries,” he said testily.

“And I’d like some more coffee if any one around here has time to think of me.” “You needn’t hurry,” Irene informed him. “Beryl is not going with me.” Her mother looked at her inquiringly and Mr. Everett ejaculated: “Eh?” “I won’t have her,” Irene burst out. “She’s impossible; you should have heard the things she said to me yesterday!” (To be continued!

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BY BEN STERN. ON a big map in Republican nati'Dal headquarters the master tactici ;s and strategists, headed by Bob Lucas of Kentucky, Senator Watson's handpicked G. O. P. generalissimo, are writing across the face of the state of Indiana two very significant words—'‘debatable territory.” And to prove how debatable Hoosierdom really is, the big gun of the party, President Herbert Hoover, will deliver an address here June 15. The Democrats, alarmed at the proposed Hoover visit, have solicited the appearance of Governor Franklin D. Roosevelt of New York, leading contender for that party’s nomination for President. a a a Hoover is to be the guest of the Republican Editorial Association, and Democratic editors want Roosevelt to appear June 26 at the Gary meeting of that organization. Shades of Lincoln and Douglas will be raised if Hoover and Roosevelt speak in this state. The midwest is to be the battleground in 1932 as Indiana, Illinois and Ohio went Democratic in the last election, an off-year affair. Nowhere have the followers of Jefferson been more successful than in Indiana where they gained eight seats in the house, making a total of ton, and won all state offices. Substantial gains also were made in Illinois and Ohio, and with this situation in view, Washington dispatches say, Hoover’s early summer itinerary was worked out to include these three states. Not only is he to speak here on that tour, but will dedicate the Harding Memorial at Marion, 0., and the Lincoln Memorial at Springfield, 111. a a a If Democratic editors are successful in obtaining Roosevelt’s presence here, political observers will compare both addresses with a critical eye. The President, in these three addresses, is expected to enunciate the platform upon which he will seek re-election; while the New York Governor, it is thought, will make plain the issues in 1932 as he sees them. If Governor Roosevelt says “yes” to the invitation, Indiana will become the “bloody hunting ground.”

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TARZAN AND THE GOLDEN LION

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

Hunting together, feeding together, and sleeping together, Tarzan of the Apes and the golden lion slowly trod the savage jungle trail toward home. Unsuccesful in raiding the treasure vaults of Opar, the ape-man had the sack of diamonds which more than compensated him for the miscarriage of his plana Now his object was to find ? nd punish the whiles who had drugged him. J

MAY 7, 1931

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