Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 291, Indianapolis, Marion County, 14 April 1932 — Page 15

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BIGIN HF.SF. TODAY U*AN CAREY 18. orfttv *nd n rnh*n. Itvf* with hfr AUNT JESSIE ' *n th* Wmi Rl<l* of Chic**o On flnl*hin * buMnfw cour* iho U etnolovfd I>v ERNEST HEATH, architect. Bh* m*,t* .TACK WARFNO. man about ♦own. and RAY FLANNERY, utenocraoher In th ofTlc* acroM tha wav Warin* w#m flirtatious, but Susan diacouraeea him MRS HEATH ooonlv anuba Susan. 808 DUNBAR voune millionaire who attended busineaa school with her. Invitee Susan to ,unr.h. start* An *av somethin* important but ia Interrupted bv DENiSE ACOROYD. a society elrl. Dunbar sail* for Europe and Susan realise* he care* deeply for him. BEN LAMPMAN another admirer, lakes her to a studio party, but she dislike* hi* friends Aunt Jessie departs to V! It her sister and ROSE MILTON, .aliehtlv older than Susan, comes to stay a, h her Ruaan. lonelv. accents Waring* Invitation for an evening's fun. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER THIRTEEN As she ran down the steps with her escort, she forgot everything in her sudden surprise. There, Jauntily perched in the rumble seat, a Jaded-looking young man at her side, sat Ray Flannery. "Hello,” chirped Ray. “I'm starylng. Let’s step on it!” CHAPTER FOURTEEN THE “place out on the Milwaukee Road" proved to be a big old house, set back from the highway and flanked by rows of ancient maples. It was such a house as one of Chicago’s meat barons might have built in the nineties—all curlicues and hybrid ornamentation. . Outside it had a sort of remote, Victorian dignity, but inside it was buns with she cheap colors of a temple of jazz. The colored girl in the coat room accepted Susan’s wrap with superb disdain. Susan was terribly nervous. There was -omething about the atmosphere of the place that disturbed her. Ray, however, seemed perfectly at ease. She demanded hairpins, spilled powder about, and bullied he check girl unmercifully. Delighted with the effects she ’jad produced, Ray ordered Susan t 6 follow her and the two—tall brunet and petite-blond joined their t scorts. A end of the long room, an orchestra thumped out a monotonous jungle dirge. It was strange, sullen music. After a brief consultation of menus, Waring asked Susan to dance. The tempo of the music had 5 lickened. There was more life in it oow. The saxophone had ceased nmolaining and seemed to be ulcating as merrily as a saxophone can. Susan gave herself up to the ►tnoment. It, was months since she had danced and then with some awkward boy. Warring’s performance had an ease and smoothness of which she had never dreamed. It was like poetry. It was like His arm tightened around her, imperceptibly. “Good girl,” he said in her ear. “I knew you’d dance like this.” Su*an leaned back a little to read the expression in his eyes. “You knew,” she questioned. “How?” “Something about the way you walk-*—” She was pleased, though she could not have said why. When the music ended, Susan was sorry to return to the table. It was rather like coming back to earth after a trip to Mars. For the first, time she had a really good

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| look at Ray’s escort. He had been ! introduced as Mr. Webb. After a moment or two, Susan realized who he was. the junior member of the real estate firm in whose office Ray worked. He seemed a vapid, amiable young man. He had red hair and, she discovered, recently had been graduated from Harvard. Susan was not very favorably impressed. Indeed, Mr. Webb <known to hie intimates as “Sky”) did not seem to have much to offer beyond a ready laugh and a trick of twirling his mustache. The mustache, small as it was, i revolted Susan. She found Jack ; Waring’s clean shaven face a likable contrast. a a a WARING was at his best in the role of host. Considerate, agreeable, and amusing. If the flask he carried i n his pocket was emptied with * alarming alacrity as the evening wore on Susan was too inexperienced to notice it. Asa matter of course, she refused to have her ginger ale “spiked. ’ Waring's urbafiity seemed to increase and if Schuyler Webb laughed noisily now and then she put it down to collegiate high spirits and gave it no further thought. They ate and danced aryl danced again. Susan had no idea of the time. But as group after group drifted in and the smoke began to hang in clouds ove „he big room she was conscious of a sense of uneasiness. •“Isn't it terribly late?” she murmured to Waring. They were dancing a waltz and the sensuous strains of the music made Susan’s pulses throb. "Nonsense!” he laughed at her. ‘‘The night’s young. We’ve only started to play. I knew you’d be a wonderful playmate,” he whispered. "Only you were so stand-offish I never had a chance to find out.” He was holding her closely, too closely, Susan thought, her instinct sharpened and revolted for an instant by the scent of liquor on his breath. A moment ago he had been a quiet friend—flushed and voluble, it is true, but still a friend. Now Waring was becoming a menace, a strange man with a reddened face, a man who had been drinking. Susan could see the little lines around his eyes. All of a sudden she thought of Bob Dunbar, his firm, clean, youthfulness. It was as if a clean, sweet breeze had blown across a stagnant waste. She knew with aching certainty why she had been trapped into this indiscretion. If she could not have the real thing, she had been willing to take second best. “Really, I must go,” she pleaded. “Rose—my friend—will be waiting for me. She hasn’t a key.” Waring smiled at her a little foolishly. “Be nice!” he muttered in an unsure voice. “Don’t spoil everything while the evening’s still on the make.” a a a UNCOMFORTABLE but determined, Susan persisted. At. last Waring, annoyed, stopped at their table and consulted his watch. The girl gasped at what she saw. ‘‘lt’s 11:30,” she exclaimed. ‘‘And

it will take a good hour to get home! Whatever shall I do?” Ray reddened her lips unconcernedly. “Don’t crab the party,” she said calmly. "It's going good.” Miserable, Susan stared at her. “Sky” Webb laughed foolishly. “Let’s move along, anyhow.” he said. “Lot o’ riff-raff here. We can go to Tony's. Like Tony’s better, anyhow.” What followed was to be a nightmare in Susan’s memory forever. The rocketing ride in the car to another noisy scene of hilarity, the band whose unrelenting music seemed never to come to an end, the wild bursts of laughter from the crowd at the next table. White-faced, her eyes ringed in shadows as the night unwound itself, Susan surveyed the scene. If this were pleasure, she’d be glad to take her share of misery. “I want to go home ... I want to go home,” she wailed in her inmost heart, although outwardly she appeared contained and calm. How blessed, from this vantage, was the thought of the white haven of her narrow room, how marvelously safe the tiny house on the shabby street! And what would Rose think? She would be frantic! Susan’s head began to ache. A steady, deep throb of pain, it was. She smiled with difficulty and when she danced her feet were no longer light. What a little fool she had been! Why had she come? It was 1 o’clock. It was 2. Through it all Ray remained pert, fresh and composed. She drank little. Ray "didn’t believe” in it. But the shifting scene did not shock or startle her. Ray was a true child of the pavements. Nothing bothered her except the menace of unpopularity. It was enough to have “a date” for the evening. Where she might go or

7TISOQK A DAY~ BY BRUCE CATTQN

THE Japanese of today possess a driving force greater than that of any other nation. Absolutely homogeneous, perfectly unified, bound by a sort of combination of patriotism and religion that sends them on to gain their goal without the slightest thought about the cost, they are unlike any other people, and it is perfectly possible that their nation yet may become empress of all Asia. This conclusion is drawn from “Meet the Japanese,” by Henry Albert Phillips, an intelligent discussion of modern Japan, given especial interest by recent events in Manchuria and Shanghai. Phillips tells us what he saw and heard during a rather extensive tour of Japan, and presents a pretty complete picture of life in the island kingdom. Japan, he points out, still a thoroughly feudalized nation, has become westernized at an amazing rate. It is taking over all of the mechanical devices of America and Europe as fast as it possibly can, but it is retaining the magnificent unity and tradition of its own culture. In the end, Phillips suspects, this westernizing process will go too far, and Japan’s onward movement will be brought to a painful halt. “Meet the Japanese” does a firstrate job in helping Americans to an understanding of Japan. It is published by Lippincott's, and costs $3.

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Yesterday’s Answer

The man buys t 4 hen eggs, at onehalf cent apiece (7 cents); five duck eggs at two cents apiece (10 cents). and one goose egg at three cents. Thus he has 20 eggs for 20 cents.

TARZAN THE TERRIBLE

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who her escort might be did not seem greatly to matter. Ray said she “knew how to take care of herself” and Susan glancing at her, decided that probably she did. “But I don’t belong here,” Susan decided. “This isn’t what I want. Somewhere there must be the things I've dreamed of—glamorous, romantic, places with music and gaiety that aren't cheap. This isn't it!” a a a AT half past two they parted. In the car Waring tried to put his arm around her, but Susan shrank away.

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paint the town some time. You’d be grand if you’d just let yourself go” Susan scarcely heard him. She was counting the blocks now. Eight —six four they were almost home. “The next corner.” she murmured. turning to Waring. Now that the dreadful evening was ended she was almost effusive. To be home, safe and sound, seemed too good to be true! “Don’t bother to get out? with me,” she said hurriedly. She could see

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Rose's figure, a mere blurr, on the porch. Poor Rose! There would have to be a great deal of explaining. Before Susan could open the car door and slip away, she felt strong arms around her, a mouth pressed to hers. “Goodnight, sweet child!” Jack Waring murmured. Susan tore herself away, shaking in every limb. Oh. she hated him, she hated him for doing that! (To Be Continued)

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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