Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 299, Indianapolis, Marion County, 23 April 1932 — Page 13

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hkgin Hr.nr today SUSAN CAREY, an orohtn. llvf* with hft AUNT JESSrE on Chicago* we*t. aid*. *nd work* ir. the office oi ERNf.ST HEATH, architect. BEN LAMPMAN. a moodv vmine admirer, take* Susan to a *tiillo oartv. where he meet* ARNOLD and 80NIA BTRINSKY and DENISE ACKROYD. a society girl Later, lunching with 808 DUNBAR tonne millionaire whom *he met at hualnesa school Susan sees Denise again. JACK WARINO. Heath s assistant, tries to flirt and is rebuffed. LonMv when her aunt Is awav.- Susan goes driving with Waring and he kisses her Ben ask* her to marry him and she temporizes. Her cmnlover'a wife snubs her. Susan hears Bob Dunbar Is to be, married and Is heart-broken. Denise Ackrovd asks her to come to a week-end party at her country home. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO ROSE said, “You can take my white lace. It was only $18.50, marked down, but you hardly can tell it from the original model. “I hate to take it,” Susan demurred. “It's brand-new. Terry hasn’t even seen you in it yet, has he?” “That doesn’t matter in the least,” Rose assured her. “Terry will have plenty of time to set used to it—the rest of the winter." Rose's pretty, rather florid face was aglow with enthusiasm. “You’ll have to buy slippers, of course,” she rambled on. "I think you ought to get bright blue ones, or maybe green. They're all wearing them this season.” When Rose said “they" in that firm voice, Susan bowed to her superior knowledge. Rose % an assistant buyer now, knew exactly what “they” were going to wear before “they” knew it themselves. For the eleventh time that evening Susan said. “I can’t go.” “Nonsense!" Rose was very brisk. “It's the chance of a lifetime. Wouldn’t I Jump at it, though? And it isn't as if they were all strangers. “After all, Ben’s an old friend and these Strinskys—or whatever their name is—they sound all right." “Oh, they’re terrible,” Susan announced with simple earnestness. “If you ever saw them—!” Rose gave this comment scant attention. “Well, you’re not responsible for them anyhow,” she said with calm. ’’.Just go along and look your prettiest and have a good time. "I’ll come over tomorrow night and bring the bag. Wasn't it lucky the girls gave it to me last Christmas?” She stood up. Susan hugged her remorsefully. “You’re so good,” she said. “What makes you so good?” Rose viewed this remark dispassionately. “Well, If you don’t talk the greatest nonsense, Susan Carey!” she said. “As If any one wouldn't be glad to see you enjoy yourself.” “No wonder Terry Is crazy about you!” Susan cried. “I would be. too, if I were a man.” Rc.se made a face at her in the mirror. “A lot you know about what men like,” she said good naturedly. “You, who won't even give poor Ben a little encouragement!” “Oh, Rose.” cried' Susan impatiently. “You know he's not my kind. He's so serious and moody, he bores me.” “Well, he worships the ground you walk on. That’s all I ~ know about it,” said Rose, putting on her hat. “You might be half-way decent to him once in a while.”

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QUSAN looked despairing. It kJ seemed no use trying to explain the irritation produced in her by Ben's plodding earnest, devr-tion. It wasn't what she wanted. It annoyed her. Rose gave the other girl's shoul- ! der a reassuring little pat. “Noj body wants you to marry him. you ! goose.” she said. “Just be friendly j and nice. "My mother always says that one beau attracts others, and I think •he's right. Anyhow, be nice to him ; at this party.” “I will,” Susan promised. She told herself she would try to be | friendly, but if Ben started any more nonsense about wanting to be engaged, she’d have to snub him. She went about her work Friday almost In a daze. Her face was hot and her hands were like ice. She thought several times, wildly, of sending a telegram to Denise to say she was ill, but always the thought of seeing Bob Dunbar deterred her. Pierson snapped at her once or twice during the afternoon, but she scarcely heard him. Susan’s thoughts were all on the morrow. Her heart would thud painfully at the prospect. The fashionable world in which Denise moved and had her being was an uncharted land for Susan. There were no guideposts. Through the whirlpool of her reflections, there persisted the nagging idea that Denise had some curious purpose in inviting her. Again and again Susan banished this thought. Rose arrived at 8 o’clock with the new dressing bag of green leather. “It's much too nice. I shall be afraid something will happen to it,” Susan worried. Aunt Jessie chimed in. “I declare I never heard of such fancy goings on. House parties!” she sniffed. “ ’Tisn’t as if I knew the young lady's folks or anything.” “I've told you,’ Susan said pai tiently, “just who they are. Denise's father is Samuel Ackroyd of that old law firm. You're heard of them for years.” Aunt Jessie knitted on steadily, her nose in the air. "Ackroyds!” she repeated, moved by some fierce, inner disdain. “Weren’t they grocers when my own father drove his two black horses up and down Lake street? “Indeed, my father had nothing to say to Ackroyds then. He was Dr. Thaddeus Carey!” she said to Rose, who had heard the story a hundred times before. tt a a SUSAN folded a pair of gossamer stockings and tucked them into the comer of the bag. Aunt Jessie's flow of conversation was not stemmed. “Couldn’t my father have bought the Ackroyds lock, stock, and barrel in those days?” she demanded indignantly. “Didn’t the lake come right up into our front yard and the Ackroyds living in some hole or corner out south?” “Well,” Rose supplied brightly, “they’ve come along since those days. They’ve got scads of money now and that's what counts.” This decidedly was not the right answer. Aunt Jessie glared at her. "Manners were manners when I was a girl,” she stated. “If a person wanted you to come to visit,

they at least had the decency to sit down and write you. But now, oh no, they can't be bothered!” Rose laughed. “Come on. you know you’re pleased that Susan has this chance.” “Indeed I’m not. It will be putting a lot of nonsense in her head and no good wall come of it.” Susan tried not to listen. They had been over all this before during the last few days. Rose leaned over and took the white lace frock from Susan. “Here, let me fold that.” With capable fingers. she arranged the dress. “There, that's right. It won't need pressing or a thing, but be sure to shake it out as soon as you get there.” “I will.” The two girls kissed. “Lots of luck,” Rose w'hispercd in Susan’s ear. “And be sure to tell me what everybody wears.” ana AFTER she had gone, Susan ticked off the various items on her fingers. The sheer underthings, the stockings. Rose had lent her all of these. Dear, good Rose! Kind Rose! She would make it up to her some day. Aunt Jessie had been bitter over the purchase of the slippers, but Susan, usually so docile, had held to her determination to get them. She must be dressed properly. She laid reverent fingers on the white lace, dreaming. Aunt Jessie's voice recalled her. “High time you were in bed,” she was saying. Susan looked up with the dream still in her eyes. She was seeing, not a middle-aged woman in a worn black dress, but a smooth and polished dance floor, on which a white-frocked girl floated in the arms of a tall young man. "I declare, you don't seem to hear a word I say,” Aunt Jessie complained, not without reason.

7T505K A DAY

BY BRUCE CATTON

a mystery story these ’ ’ days seems to be chiefly a matter of thinking up some ingenious twist to the plot that no one has thought of using before. If you do that, evidently, your book sells, no matter how incredible, stiff or involved it may be. Current mystery yarns offer several examples of <#is sort of thing. One is “Dead Man's Music,” by Christopher Bush (Crime Club, s2>. In this story a supposed suicide is found hanging in a deserted house. When it Is found that the body was shaved after death, however, Scotland Yard gets busy—all this happens in England, by the way—and after much scampering about a code message, which helps solve the whole business, is discovered in a musical composition written some time before by the murdered man. All of this, you see, is highly ingenious. But the story itself is simply silly. Then we have “Murder by Jury,” by Ruth Burr Sanborn (Little, Brown, $2). In this one a woman juror is slain by poison while the jury is deliberating in a murder case. That makes a novel situation, but the author falls to make her story believable, and the whole thing falls of its own weight. “Cakes to Kill,” by Henry Charlton Beck (Dutton, $2) is less ingenious, but more ably handled. There are two murders in a New Jersey town, and it looks on the surface as If they result from a row between two factions in an Episcopal church. A priest and an ex-newspaper man club together to solve them, and the story is interesting throughout.

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TARZAN THE TERRIBLE

1932. by Edgar Rice Borrotig.is,' Inc. All rights re*erve<t

The last bar, that would make the opening large enough for his body to pass through was removed as Tarzan heard the priest-warriors enter his prison. Long since had the rope of hides been fcraided. To secure one end to the remaining bar, that he had left for this purpose, was the work of but a minute. During the pause, after his enemies entered the chamber, the brown body of the ape-man slipped through the small aperture, disappeared below the sill, and dropped to the ground without.

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Susan threw her arms around the older woman eagerly. “Say, you’re glad I'm going. Say you're glad I'm having some fun at last!” she demanded. Aunt Jessie attempted to disengage herself, but the strong arms held her fast. The rosy young cheek was pressed to her faded one. “You're wild as a young colt these days and that's the truth.” Aunt Jessie cried. “There's no doing a thing with you.” Susan released her, laughing in a sudden excess of high spirits. She

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pirouetted around the sitting room. As the older woman watched, in tome subtle way her expression altered. “I declare, she looks for all the world like father this monent,” Jessie Carey was thinking to herself, half in awe. She reflected that Susan was a handsome girl and no two ways about it. She sighed. What could she give a young, high-spirited creature like this? A home, and a bridle for her irrepressible enthusiasm? Was It enough?

Tarzan's escape from the lion pit still left him within the walled area around the temple grounds. From his cell window he had previously reconnoitered the area outside. The darkness aided him, for in it he could easily pass as a Ho-don. Then suddenly a priest came running from the temple, shouting excitedly: “Let no one pass the gate. The prisoner has escaped!” Instantly a warrior barred Tarzan's way and simultaneously the fjrllow recognized him.

Bhe shook herself free of this momentary weakness. “Susan Carey," she scolded quite in her usual form. "You pack yourself off this instant to bed.” Susan went. Aunt Jessie felt suddenly old and tired. "I’d be glad if she married that young Lampman and settled down,” she murmured as she wound the clock. “Then I wouldn't have to worry' about her any more." (To Be Continued.)

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“Here he is now!” yelled the sentry. “Fall upon him. Back! Back, before I kill you!” Others now rushed forward, though none, however, came close to Tarzan—his fame as a fighter was too well known to them. So they stood at a safe distance, and tried to strike him down by hurling their war clubs. But the ape-man had learned something of the use of this weapon since he had arrived in Pal-ul-don. Now he was going to put to the test that which had been taught him by his friends, Om-at and Ta-den.

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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formally has recommended formation of a special committee to study "national prohibition, purely from the standpoint of economy and taxation.” It also asked that the committee's recommendations be submitted to the chamber s full membership by referendum. The St. Louis chamber asked the annual meeting to provide for a membership referendum on the question "whether the eighteenth amendment and the prohibition law should be continued in their present form.”

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