Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 116, Indianapolis, Marion County, 23 September 1931 — Page 11

SEPT. 23,1931.

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_ BFGIN HEBE TODAY _ Pretty NORMA KENT, 20-vear-Old •ecretary. roarrte* MARK TRAVERS, on of P; M. TRAVERS. millionaire real •■tat# dealer, in *d)U* of the father's threats to disinherit Mark. Tit* story opens In Marlboro, middle western metropolis. Marks sells his expensive roadster to aet money for the honeymoon and he and Norma eo to fashionable Blue Borinas. After two weeks, their money is gone, partly due to Mark's aamblina. with two borrowed the couple return to Marlboro. Mark sets out on a round of measure seeklna Instead of huntlna Work. When their funds dwindle again, he and Norma move to a cheap apartuent Mark aets one lob and loses it. Then he becomes a floorwalker in Blossomdale's department store. In spite of poverty, the youna couple are happy. After a few weeks Mark's father sends for him offers to take him back into his own business organization if Mark Will prove he can make good. His first task involves a business trip V) Prance. Norma is to reman at home. Bhe is frightened and begs him not to go. In spite of her protests, Mark departs. He expects Norma to stay with his parents while he is awav. but she slips out of the house, leaving no trace of her whereabouts. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER THIRTY (Continued) Tompkins apparently thought the same thing. It was plain he did not regard Norma as worthy of the solicitous manner in which he addressed Mrs. Travers. “Your room,” he said shortly, and that was all. “Thank you.” Norma entered and closed the door behind her. There wee two windows, both on the south. They looked out over the garage and a stretch of lawn at the rear of the house. There was a door in one wall. Norma opened it and found a clothes closet. She moved to one of the windows and looked out. Suddenly the girl sank to the edge of the bed and hid her face in a pillow. “Oh, Mark!” she sobbed. “Mark -—come back to me!” u n STEALTHILY Norma opened the door leading into the hall. Lights were burning at the far end of the corridor. There was no one in sight. She held her purse closely under her arm, stepped into the hall and closed the door quietly. Her footsteps made no sound on the thick carpet. She walked to the top of the fitairs and hesitated. Then she went down two steps and heard the wood creak under her. No other sound came though she waited. Norma peered over the bannister searching for Tompkins. He must be in another part of the house. The girl paused long enough for a sharp intake of breath, then went on quickly. She reached the ground floor. Clear sailing! Neither Tompkins nor anyone else was to be seen. She crossed the hallway and pulled open the outer door. As it closed after her there was a rustling sound behind, but she did not turn. Outside Norma felt the cold air strike her cheeks gratefully. She walked as swiftly as she could, not once glancing backward. By turning to the left a tall hedge arose to shield her from view of the Travers home. Still she walked rapidly, almost running. It was only a little after 6, but the December twilight spread heavy shadows across the street. Norma walked a block, two blocks, with little notion of the direction in which she was heading. She was not familiar with this part of Marlboro. The streets were strange and they wound about irregularly. Houses were set far back from the sidewalks. She was searching for a car line, but none came in sight. She must have walked half an hour before she stopped uncertainly at a street Intersection. The night wind was cold now. The girl drew her coat closer, shivering. It was a suit coat, not warm enough for December. A block away she could see the gleaming lights of motor traffic. Suddenly a vehicle bulkier than the others loomed in sight. The Laurel Park bus line! With warm eagerness Norma hurried toward the lights. She was too late for the first bus, waited for the next. “Do you go to Eighth street?” she asked the driver when she had climbed on board. “No Ma'am. Broad street’s as far as we go. You can get a transfer.” “Thank you," said Norma. She

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took the slip of pink paper and crammed it into her purse. What difference did it make whether she got off at Eighth street or Broad? a a a ONE or two other passengers looked at the white-faced girl curiously. She stared through the window, unaware of these glances. Half an hour’s ride brought them to Broad street. Norma followed the others out of the bus. She glanced up and down the street, then started walking westward. Across the street the hands of an illuminated sidewalk clock shone clearly. Seven forty-five. Norma was surprised to find it so late. Last night at this time she and Mark had been packing his traveling bags. Last night? It must have been years ago! “I can’t go on this way,” Norma told herself. “I’ve got to decide what to do.” She had come to the end of her plans. Curiously during all the time she had thought about slipping away from the Travers home she never had planned the next step. Os course she must find a place to live. Somewhere Mark’s father | and mother would not look for her. Chris’ apartment would be the first place they would think of—provided they -made any effort at all to find her. Norma was not sure they would bother. Still, it was better to stay away from Chris. The girl stopped at a corner and bought a newspaper. “I ought to eat something,” she remembered. She was not hungry, but it would be foolish not to eat. She scarcely had tasted food during the past three days. There was a restaurant down the street where Norma had often, lunched, a cheap, clean place. One of a large chain of restaurants. She went there, found a table in an obscure corner of the big room. When the waitress presented the menu, Norma ordered listlessly. A few moments later she could not remember what she had asked for. She hoped the food would be hot. It was pleasant and warm in the restaurant. Norma opened her newspaper and began to scan the “Rooms for Rent” section. Then she heard her hame spoken. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE NORMA raised startled eyes. “Why, Bob!” she exclaimed. “Why, hello —!” Bob Farrell smiled. “Wasn’t sure it was you for a minute,” he admitted. “Haven’t seen you in a long while. Mind if I join you?” “Please do! It’s good to see you again, Bob.” For a moment the girl’s eyes lowered, then met his gaze. “Mark’s out of town —it’s a business trip—and I’m taking a vacation from my own cooking. Sit down and tell me all about yourself.” Farrell pulled out the chair opposite and sank into it. He looked at Norma admiringly. “I haven’t been doing much,” he said. “Nothing to talk about.” He hesitated, then continued. “I should have sent you my best wishes long ago—when I read about your marriage. I certainly wish you every happiness, Norma.” “Thanks.” There was a pause before Norma said hurriedly, “I have been happy. So happy! Some day when you meet the right girl, Bob, I hope you’ll know the same happiness. You deserve it—and you’ll find it, too! “You see this is the first time Mark and I have been separated. It’s going to be pretty hard, I’m afraid.” Farrell’s tone was sympathetic. “Maybe you’d rather be alone ” he suggested. Norma shook her head. “Oh, no! I think I’ll feel better to have someone to talk to. It’s luck finding you here, Bob. I’ve thought of you so many times. You didn’t leave Marlboro after all as you expected?” “No. No that —er—that fell through.” ana SHE didn’t notice that he flushed slightly. “You’ve been doing things I want to hear about,” she told him. “Chris said you had a promotion.” “Well, not exactly that. Got a raise a while back and they don’t

'oad me with quite so many errands to run. I’ve been lucky on a couple of cases. “Old Mcllvaine seems to be pulling for me. That’s not interesting, though. Tell me what you’ve been donig.” “Keeping house. Cooking and washing dishes and sweeping. Oh, and I love it, Bob! I’ve never been so happy in my life.” Farrell traced a pattern on the tablecloth with the tip of a spoon. He said, without glancing up, “I guess you mean that?” “Os course I mean it! You must come to see us some time. I want you to know Mark. When you do, you’ll understand, Bob. Mark’s wonderful! Come to dinner some night after he gets back!” “Thanks. Hope I can make it. Is he to be gone long?” “It seems a long time to me. Four weeks and maybe five! Just now that sounds like a lifetime!” “Oh, the time will pass. That’s about the best thing time does. You’ll find ways to keep busy. How about Chris? Seen any tiling of her lately?” “Not so much as I’d like. She’s been at the apartment and occasionally I meet her for lunch. Chris always seems to be the same.” a a a nnHE waitress brought Farrell’s order. Norma’s had been placed before her and she was pleased to see it looked appetizing. She ate.with more relish than she had expected. Continued questioning drew from Farrell some of the details of the law suit that had brought him a modest amount of glory. Launched on the subject, he described curious angles of another legal tangle. Norma was diverted. They finished dessert and still Farrell talked on. Abruptly he said: “Look here, you’re tired, and I’ve been making you listen to all this buncombe. Why didn’t you tell me to shut up?” “Oh, but I’ve been interested. I was interested in every word! Perhaps we’d better go now, though. I am just a little tired.” Farrell’ was on his feet. “You haven’t told me where you’re living. Is there somewhere I can take you ” Norma shook her head. “Just put me in a cab,” she told him. “It’s been good to see you, Bob, and know you’re making such strides to success. But then I always knew you’d do that. You will come to dinner?” “I certainly hope to. Really, don’t you think I’d better come along with you?” “Really, I don’t.” Outside on the street Farrell signaled a cab and helped the girl into it. She smiled at him as the taxi moved away. a a a y I ’'HE driver looked back at his passenger. “Where to, Ma’am?” he asked. “Turn into Eighth street. Keep going until I tell you to stop.” The driver obeyed instructions. They had traveled three blocks when traffic stopped them. Across the corner Norma saw an electric sign which read, “Hannah Spencer Hall.” She knew the place, though she never had been there. An endowed home for young girls who worked. A hotel was out of the question, because Norma had no luggage. It might be an idear—! Norma rapped on the glass partition and told the taxi driver to stop. She got out, paid her fare and hurried across the street. Then she went up the steps of Hannah Spencer hall and entered. “I wonder If I could get a room here for the night?” she said to the gray-haired woman at the desk. “I’ve missed my luggage and I don’t know what I’m to do!” The woman asked several questions. Norma answered them truthfully, giving the impression, however, that she was a stranger in the city and that was friendless. “We’ll find a place for you,” she was informed. “Let’s see, number 305 is vacant now—” (To Be Continued)

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