Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 88, Indianapolis, Marion County, 21 August 1931 — Page 15

AUG. 21, 1931.

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BEGIN HERE TODAY NORMA KENT vrritv 20-vfsr-old porta'r. Is f..m!oved In a lew ofltce In Matlboro. rrjddlrwostern metropolis. On hf” wav !•* keen a dinner engagement with 808 FARRELL, voung lawver. Norma sers a nunnv in peril of its life In the midst of downtown traffics A stranger rescues the dog and brings It to the girl. The stranger Is good looking, well dressed and introduces himself as MARK TRAVERS Norma refuses to tell him her name or where he can see her again. She takes the nupnv with her and meets Boh. Thev dine at a favorite restaurant. For the third time Farrell asks her to marry him. Norma refuses, saving she wants to keen their association on the basis of friendship instead of love. When she reaches the shabby apartment which she shares with CHRISTINE SAUNDERS generally called "Chris." she finds her roommate has been crying. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWO Well, there was nothing to do but wait and hope Suddenly Norma remembered events earlier in the evening. She turned to the chair where she had dropped the stray puppy. The puppy was not there. Almost instantly she spied him, wabbling with awkward steps toward a pillow that had fallen from the davenport. There was an investigating tilt to the pup’s nose, zest for exploration even in the way he bore his stub of tail. Here was a dog out to see what manner of place was this into which fortune had hurled him. With a sweeping movement the girl caught up the little animal, rubbing his head gently with one forefinger. It was impossible not to smile at his ridiculous, round-eyed solemnity. Norma seated herself, the pup on her lap, and regarded him thoughtfully. tt tt tt JUST then Chris entered. She had changed the black frock lor an orchid negligee. Chris halted on the threshhold. “Well ! Where in the world did that come from?” Norma looked up smiling. “Isn’t he adorable? Look—he likes to chew buttons!” She drew the cuff of her blouse out of biting distance of those tiny white teeth. “Adorable? Looks to me like a cross between a breakfast food and a ball of yarn. Honestly, is it a dog? Where, I repeat, did you find such an object?” She was the old Chris again. No tears now, no signs of them. Chris’ low-pitched, throaty voice was bantering. Intensely warm-hearted, it was her post to assume critical aloofness. Norma, knowing this, paid no attention to her railing. “Don’t you think Wowser would be a nice name for him?” she asked. “The poor thing was lost, Chris. “He was all alone in the middle of Broad street, with cars whizzing left and right. I saw him as I was on my way to meet Bob ” Once more Norma told the story of the puppy's rescue. This time she gave full details and due credit to the stranger who had played such an important part in the affair. “Honestly, I was frightened when he ran right into the midst of those cars. It was a miracle he wasn’t hurt. The minute he started I knew I’d done a dreadful, reckless thing. It was the puppy I was thinking of, but just suppose the man had been injured—!” Chris Saunders leaned her head backward, shot a quizzical glance at her roommate. “H’m!” she said quietly. “Was he good-looking?” “Not bad. To tell the truth he was—well, rather attractive.” “So—a handsome hero! And he wanted to bring you home in r cab. Suppose he had any idea how much a trip to this elegant neighborhood would set him back?” Chris put the question dryly. tt a tt NORMA'S blue eyes widened. “Why, of course not! He didn't know where I was going. You don’t suppose I told him that, do you?” The older girl laughed easily. “No, lamb. Os course not. Only I’m suspicious of handsome heroes who dash around rescuing damsels in distress. Yes, even rescuing mangy pups! “By the way, if you want a name for that prize package you're holding I’d call him ‘Mud.’ ” Chris dropped to the davenport besides Norma and gave the dog’s

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floppy ear an affectionate tug. “I’ll admit the rascal's cunning.” she went on, “but now that you’ve got it. what do you expect to do with it?” ‘That’s what I haven't decided yet. I'd love to keep him, but of course I know wc can’t.” Again she salvaged a sleeve button from the rapacious animal. “Well, at least we might feed him," suggested Chris, rising. “Mtfrybe the hound likes other things besides buttons.” She disappeared behind the screen at opposite side of the room. There was a small ice box concealed from view there. In a moment she returned, bearing a saucer of milk. Chris spread a newspaper on the floor, put down the saucer, then the dog. Immediately the small red tongue began lapping furiously. “Your pet hasn’t been over-eat-ing recently.” “Why, he must have been starved! I should have thought about giving him something to eat,” Norma said contritely. a u a CHRIS ignored this. She sat down, one foot curled comfort- i ably beneath her. “Then you didn’t learn your handsome hero’s name?" she asked, returning to the earlier subject of conversation. “He said it was Travers. Mark Travers. Maybe that was just a stall, though, the same as saying he'd met me at the Palais Royal. “You know,” the girl admitted, “I sort of liked him until he said that. Oh, how I do hate pickups!” Norma pounded the padded arm of the davenport with a vengeful fiat. “They all do it, baby. Haven’t you lived long enough to learn that yet?” Chris’ tone was caustic again. "Travers —” She repeated the name slowly. “Maybe your boy friend is old F. M. Travers’ son. You know —the real estate magnate. Did the lad look like a millionaire's pampered son?” “What should I know about millionaire’s sons? Don’t be silly. He was good looking and what he did was brave, but of course I’ll never see him again as long as I live. Oh—Bob proposed again tonight.” “Proposed?” “Marriage. Holy bonds. What am I going to do about it, Chris? I’ve told him three times that I just want to go on being friends, but it doesn’t seem to make any impression. Bob’s getting—well, different lately! I don’t know what to do.” “Why don’t you marry him?” “Because I don’t want to! Really, Chris, Bob doesn’t seem to be the same boy lately. He’s always getting sentimental and that starts an argument. Then the first thing you know we’re fighting.” “He's in love with you, infant. He’s in love with you, and Bob Farrell’s a young man lots of girls would give their eye teeth to land ” “Chris Saunders! Are you actually telling me I ought to marry Bob?” Instantly the other girl objected. “Nothing of the sort! It’ll be a far day when your little friend, Chris, starts telling any one how to run their lives. I can't even chauffeur my own. “I’m not telling you to marry Bob. I only say Bob’s a grade-A applicant, and—well, isn’t it a rotten sort of life to be tied to an office day after day? Six days a week. Fifty weeks a year. “Marrying a man like Bob Farrell l would be a lot better than that. Sometime I think I can’t stand it another day. Sometimes ” Her words broke. There was a pitch of hysteria in the choking tones. “Why, Chris, darling! Chris, you mustn't talk like this!” Norma caught the other girl’s hand. “You’re not yourself tonight,” j she went on. “You’re all worn out and tired. It’s because you’ve been working too hard lately! You’ve ! got to stop it. Why, honey, I can’t have you feeling like this !” tt u u CHRIS had turned away. She brushed one hand across her | eyes and it came away moist with ! tears. There was no attempt now |to hide them. Chris coughed. “Oh, I'll get over it,” she said with an attempt at carelessness. | “Never mind about me.” i “But I do mind. A lot! After

all you’ve done for me do you think ■ I’m going to have you feeling blue and miserable? “Listen, let’s plan to do something interesting over the week-end. Take a trip somewhere, maybe. We could be extravagant just for once. Where'll we go?’ ’ Chris got to her feet. “We’ll talk about it later,” she said. “Think I’ll turn in now.” She moved toward the alcove where the studio beds stood, masked in daytime draperies. Was there any relevancy in the fact that a few minutes later she turned to say over her shoulder, “Brad ordered anew car today. Twin six coupe. It’s to have a special body.” It was not unusual for Chris to refer to her employer so familiarly. “Brad” was what every one at the Hart Advertising Agency called Bradley Hart when they were not addressing him directly. Asa matter of fact Hart’s golfing companions, acquaintances at his two clubs and the men and women with whom he was seen at theaters and supper resorts called him ’Brad.” Chris Saunders, confidential secretary, whose desk was just cutside Hart’s private office, who listed his appointments, mailed checks for his bills, telephoned his orders to the florist, knew Bradley Hart far better than any of these others did. Once more the puppy claimed Norma's attention. She carried the animal downstairs to consult Mrs. Hawthorne, custodian of the building, about quartering him on the premises, There was no use trying to deceive Mrs. Hawthorne. Such a step would have been quite impossible. Luck was with Norma. The custodian’s daughter answered the knock. It developed that Mrs. Hawthorne was out of town for a few days. Until her return Bessie, the daughter, said the dog might have the run of the back yard and sleep in the basement. Meanwhile, she cautioned, Norma would better be looking for some other shelter for the pup, because Bessie was quite sure that “mamma wouldn’t like it.” She repeated the warning twice and emphatically. It was this warning that at noon next day sent the girl hurrying into the big gray stone building of the Marlboro Press. She inquired for the classified advertising department. And with that the really amazing events of Norma Kent’s life began. CHAPTER THREE THE red-haired youth glanced up from the pad on which he had j been w'riting. His smile was pleasant, infectious. “Did you wish to place an ad?” he asked. Norma said that she did. “If you’ll just step over to the next counter. I’ll be glad to take care of it,” the young man said. As he spoke he moved toward the glass-topped counter at the left, Norma followed. “It’s about a dog,” she explained, opening her purse and fumbling I through the contents. "I see. Is your dog lost?” Norma continued the search. ; “No,” she said, “it isn’t my dog | and I didn’t lose him. It’s a puppy I found. “I want to advertise about it because I thought some little boy or girl might be terribly unhappy over losing a pet. I’ve written out what I want to say—” (To Be Continued)

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