Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 97, Indianapolis, Marion County, 1 September 1931 — Page 11

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BEGIN HERE TODAY Pr*ttv NORMA KENT. 20-year-old secretary In a Jaw office, secs MARK 1 RAVERS lor the first time when together they rescue a dudpv from downtown traffic in Marlboro, middle-western metropolis. Norma declines to tell Travers her name or where he can see her attain. 808 FARRELL, young lawyer, asks Norma to marry him and she refuses, though she is fond of him as a friend. Norma takes the dudpv to the shabby apartment she shares with CHRISTINE SAUNDERB. , , ... She fears Chris Is falling in love with her married employer. BRADLEY HART, proprietor of an advertising agency. Norma inserts an advertisement about tne dudpv in a newspaper lost and found column and the nrst person to answer He tnes to make a date, but Norma declines his invitations. A sm a u comes to claim the pupnv and takes ,t °Norma receives telephone calls from Travers, but Ignores them. lor a drive with Bob Earrell and h tells her he Is leaving Marlboro. Two flats later she meets Travers on the street and goes to lunch with hRn. . . This IS the beginning of a whirlwind courtshin. Norma Hnust over-heels In love, but thmks she must send Travers away because of some secret of the past. ir Chris knows this secret declares if Norma loves Travers all else is unim D °Mark'ls lotted todinner atthe apartment. Norma is there, mal^ lnK ti!? r teii rattnnx whfn a arrives. * • her h? hs Mark's lather and domands her affair with his son,Mark In the midst of a The appears. Father and son omarr 7 _ elder Travers declares that If Mark mar rlcs Norma he will disown him. Chris arrives and Mark s father departs Kr Mark begs Norma Pi hl ™ at once. After some hesitation, she agree The couple set off with Chris and Brad lev Hart for the town of Woodhurv m the next countv. , c-mitY’ NOW GO ON WITH THE STOIvx. CHAPTER TWELVE NORMA pressed her fingers together nervously. She took a step back, felt her shoulder touch Chris Saunders’. “Chris!” the younger girl whispered. “I m frightened, Chris!" There was not even time for an answer. Light had appeared in a window to the left of the little group on the shadowed porch. Now the door of the house opened. A man’s figure, black against the yellow lamplight, appeared. Mark Travers stepped forward. "Are you the Rev. Mr. Littlejohn?” he asked. “I am. What’s wanted?” Travers cleared his throat. “Could you perform a marriage ceremony? I mean, right away? We’ve just come from Marlboro —” Rev. Mr. Littlejohn stopped him. “Come in,” said the minister in a sharp voice, and the words were more a command than an invitation. “Got the license, have you?” he asked, when the four young people had entered the parsonage living room. Swiftly and shrewdly Mr. Littlejohn eyed each one in the group. The minister himself looked well past the prime of life. His grayed hair, touched with white at the temples, was rumpled. His clothing indicated that he had got into it hastily. A pair of silver-rimmed spectacles perched on his nose. There was in the frown which furrowed his forehead disapproval of young people who came around the homes of decent individuals at the unearthly hour of 11 p. m., knocking and disturbing peaceful slumbers. Mrs. Littlejohn, a small woman in a black and white cotton dress, lingered in the background. “Oh, yes,” Mark went on eagerly, “we’ve got the license. Here ” He pulled a folded document from his coat pocket and held it out toward the parson. “We just got it over at the courthouse.” “IJUM!” With* a shrug Mr. LitJlI tlcjohn accepted the marriage license and studied it thoroughly. When he looked up he asked, “Which of you is it wants to be married?” “I’m Travers,” Mark told him, “and this is Miss Kent. We —we’re the ones. This is Miss Saunders, Mr. Littlejohn. And Mr. Hart. They’re here as witnesses. Will you —ahem—go ahead with the ceremony now?” The Rev. Henry Littlejohn readjusted the spectacles on his nose, straightened back and sunk his hands into the pockets of his coat. “I may as well tell you, young man,” he began pompously, “that I don’t approve of couples running off and getting married in the middle of the night. I’m against it!” He eyed Mark, then Norma sternly. “You folks don’t look as bad as some of ’em. Can’t tell if you’ve been drinking. You don’t show it. That’s a rule I make!” The parson emphasized his words

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I with a raised finger. “It’s a rule of mine never to unite in hoi: matrimony fool girls and men tha scarcely know their right names because they’re full of bootleg booze.’ “But, Mr. Littlejohn, I assure you—” * “It’s all right!” The minister lifted a restraining hand. “I said you don’t look as bad as seme of them. I’m willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. It’s the looks of the thing that’s bad, young man. Come on over here closer to the light. I’ll marry you all right. Ma!” he glanced around toward his wife, "Ma, get me the marriage ritual, will you?” The subdued little woman across the room murmured a flurried answer and disappeared. * a BEFORE she returned, Norma had time to glance curiously about the room. It was obviously the-parlor. There was the plush upholstered sofa and arm chair that every self-respecting parlor twenty years ago must boast. There were the crocheted lace “tidies” pinned over the back and arms of chairs. Half the room was in shadow and on the flowered carpet there was clearly defined the base of a cone of light radiating from the table lamp. Beyond this arc the room was darker. Norma noticed the oldfashioned secretary backed against one wall. On a low stand before the window facing the street stood a spreading fern. The girl caught Chris Saunders watching her. She moved nearer and clasped Chris’ hand. Norma discovered her own fingers were icy. Bradley Hart was saying something to the minister. Mark turned and came to Norma’s side. How handsome he was! Oh, of course, everything would be all right. Mark would make sure of that. “Are you ready, sweets?" Mark’s voice, iow and rich toned. Mark looking at her with adoration. Suddenly Norma was blinded by a hot film before her eyes. Gropingly she put out a hand. It found its way to Mark’s coat sleeve and the rough woolen stuff was comforting. Still blinded, she raised her head, smiling. “Os course I’m ready.” Chris spoke up then. Pent-up emotion told in her voice. “You’re —you’re awfully lucky, Mark. No one ever had a lovelier bride!” # u tt BRIDE? Why, Norma hadn’t thought of herself as a bride! It seemed outlandish. Brides wore white satin and snowy veils. They breathed the fragrance of orange blossoms and carried bouquets. There should be music, solemn and beautiful music. Herself a bride? Oh, it couldn’t be— The girl looked down at her tan polo coat, the brown shoes. She wore her beret instead of a hat. Brides should have flowers—and there was not even so much as an artificial one pinned to her coat. “Mother seems to be taking her time,” Mr. Littlejohn commented. “You folks like some music while you wait?” He crossed the room to a radio cabinet Norma had not noticed. A turn of the dials and strains of dance music burst on the air. A nasal tenor was singing to saxophone accompaniment. The words sounded raucous—more ribald than they were: “Just a blue-eyed blond Who happened to be fond—of me-ee!” “Turn it off!” Chris spoke harshly and Mr. Littlejohn complied with a shake of his head. “Seems like we don’t get anything but that heathen jazz most of the time,” he said with a sigh, “There’s good music they could play if they wanted to—” tt tt tt AT that moment Mrs. Littlejohn reappeared. She carried a small black volume. ’’n “Here it is, Henry.” They had waited only a few minutes. though it seemed longer. Rev. Littlejohn took the book, opened it and straightened his spectacles. He j coughed. “You young folks come forward,

Mease,” he said, lapsing into what vas evidently habitual phrasing. Mark’s hand on Norma’s arm luided her into the glow of the amplight. They stood directly before the minister. Chris moved to Norma’s side and Bradley Hart took his place opposite. Mr. Littlejohn coughed a second time. His sharp glance from one to the other seemed to ask, “Are you ready?” Then, without preamble the sonorous words began: “Marriage is divined that the home is a sacred institution. God has ordained that a man shall leave his father and mother and cleave unto his wife—” The words rolled on. To Norma they seemed without meaning. She was aware dimly that what was happening was to change the entire course of her life. Here she was beside Mark. It was to be Mark and her forever now. Or was the whole thing a fantastic dream? Would she awake in a moment and find that none of this was real? There was a pause. She heard Mr. Littlejohn’s voice again: “You will answer now as I pronounce the words to you. Do you, Mark Travers, promise to take this girl as your lawful and wedded companion through life, to love and to cherish in sickness and in health, in fortune and in adversity and, forsaking all others, to cleave unto her and her only till death do you part?” “I do.” Norma thought Mark’s voice sounded odd. She darted a quick glance upward. Suddenly she realized Mr. Littlejohn was addressing her. “And do you, Norma Kent, promise to take this man as your lawful and wedded companion ” It was over. Norma was in Mark’s arms and he was kissing her Tlie others were laughing, talking gayly. Little Mrs. Littlejohn had come forward She smiled and said something Norma did not hear clearly. Brad Hart was declaring his right to kiss the bride. Every one seemed so happy. Why had Norma been afraid? Why, there was nothing to be afraid of! The world was beautiful and good now. a SHE shook hands with the Rev. Mr. Littlejohn. She kissed Chris. At last, with Mark’s arm about her waist, they were out into the night again. The quartet walked down the narrow brick walk to where the roadster waited. Mark seated Norma and took the wheel. Chris and Brad Hart clambered into the rumble seat. “Here comes the bride!” warbled Hart in a lusty bass as the heavy roadster pulled away from the curbing. The rest of his ballad was lost in the rush of wind and droning of the motor. Norma sat still and close to Mark. Presently she asked in a small voice: “Where—where are we going now?” Travers was guiding the roadster tvith one hand. The other arm encircled Norma securely. “To the Marlboro. Going to celebrate, aren’t we? Going to have the wedding supper!” It was not, however, at the palatial Hotel Marlboro where they dined. Half way to that hostelry the dazzling electric signboards of “Bill’s Barbecue” loomed into sight. Cat-calls from the rumble seat caught the attention of the pair in front. “Hey, listen, you love birds!” Brad Hart called. “Do you know that in your enthusiasm over matrimony you’ve forgotten that the bride and maid of honor haven’t had a mouthful of foed since noon? Maybe you two can live on love, but Miss Saunders is perishing for food. Let’s stop at Bill’s and order the best in the house. My party, old top! Bill’s sandwiches are better than starvation !” tt tt tt TRUE enough, none of them had eaten. They left the car and went into the brilliantly lighted pavilion. No tables here, but high stools before a high counter. Brad Hart became an expansive host. He called, ordered quantities of barbecued chicken served in quilt buns, cole slaw, hot coffee and a sticky pastry desert. Norma could not eat, but she smiled as toasts to the bride W’ere drunk in ginger ale. She laughed with the others, agreed that probably never before had there been such a wedding supper. It was well after midnight when they left Bill’s. There was less talk during the rest of the journey. Chris Saunders was deposited at her doorstep. ' Hart rode downtown with Mark and Norma, left them at his club. Fifteen minutes later the bride and groom had reached the Marlboro. (To Be Continued)

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TARZAN, LORD OF THE JUNGLE

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