Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 307, Indianapolis, Marion County, 3 May 1932 — Page 13

MAY 3, 1932.

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BEGIN Hm TODAY . SUSAN CAREY, prettr aeeretarv. I* in lave With 808 DUNBAR. young million•ire the mot t iwiatne** coilego At OartT (Ivon bv DENIS* ACKROYD, *ociotv (lrl. Susan re allies Bob la not lor h#r Bob flfhU with nZS LAUPHAJTjnWhfr tOmlrfr of fl’win i. DOUBT HEATH. Susan's employer. happen* alont and escort* the rirl book to the Aekxord* hou*e. MR? HEATH. bittoriv Jealou*. later threaten* to sue Sumo lor siienauon of affection*. JACK WARISO Heath l tulrtMt, la •bio to prevent thu bv producing an lne.rimtnatmt letter. Mr*. Heath oe* to Reno Instead Susan trio* to forget Bob Ray FTANNERY. *ten©*rapher In the next office confide* to Buaan the la heartbroken because "SKY'’ WEBB haa married another. Busan * chum ROSE MILTON plan* L to gtv up a career for the man *he 1 love* Bob comes to the office, but i Heath interrupt* hi* conversation with f Susan NOW no ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER THIRTY BEN came occasionally to see Susan. By tacit agreement the night of Denises party never was mentioned. Susan s attiude toward Be", was by turns friendly and then remote. She was sorrv for him. Usually he was too serious, but there were times, as for Instance the night they popped corn in Aunt Jessie's immaculte kitchen, when the girl almost liked him. ‘ This is the way boys and girls should be together," she thought afterward, remembering their foolish laughter. She had forgotten that evening to be self-conscious with Ben. He had seemed more like a brother than a suitor. After Ben had gone, Aunt Jessie j?ot up from her rocking chair, there she had been darning stockings, and followed Susan Into her ■edrooms. m "That's a real nice young man," Phe said with unwonted approval. |t Susan was brushing her hair and Bfd not reply. Aunt Jessie seated on the edge of the bed. “ Tisn't every girl has a young man give up a chance to get ahead just for her." she commented. Susan tossed back her cloud of dark hair and stared her astonishment. “I don't know what you're talking about,” she said. Aunt Jessie continued to look mysterious. “Do you mean to tell me,” she demanded. “Ben hasn’t told you about that offer to go to California as a band leader?” “Oh, that,” Susan murmured. “Yes, he did mention it once or twice, but I thought it was all in the air. Anyhow, what have I to do with It?” Aunt Jessie sniffed. “Plenty, I should say. He doesn't want to go so far away from you." Susan was annoyed and embarrassed. It seemed indecent to discuss this with Aunt Jessie. “I must say I don't understand you at all,” the girl said. "I was so anxious to start working and get ahead—to make something of myself. Now when I'm Just beginning you seem to want me to do something else.” She would not say “you’re encouraging me to marry Ben.” The bare notion offended her. Aunt Jessie tossed her head. “You could do a lot worse than that," she stated. "Hcs a real steady, sensible boy and it would be a satisfaction to me to see you settled." “Let's not talk about it,” Susan said with weary patience. She was angry at Ben for having confided his hopes to Aunt Jessie. How like him, she thought!

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She was bewildered, too. Every one seemed to be pushing her toward marriage. She felt a surge of rebellion. mam CHRISTMAS EVE. The roofs of the city powdered with snow, I the high stars blinking above. Along State street, plunging through the slUv'h, crowds of furred women and well-dressed men. The shops alive ; with light and tinseled wreaths. Weary salespeople drooping behind their counters. The old. old magic of the season caught Susan in its spell. Christmas was a time when anything mignt happen. Even as a child she remembered Aunt Jessie never had locked their doors on Christmas eve. Aunt Jessie had said they were safe from burglars. safe from all harm. It was as though a magic circle had been drawn around the day. Church bells rang and women put lighted candles in the window. Susan felt unaccountably happy as she trudged homeward. She had a check from Mr. Heath 'they all had and she was satisfied for once with her present for Aunt Jessie. It was a padded robe of dark blue silk. She passed a Catholic church on the boulevard and heard the choir practicing the “Adeste Fidelis.” The thin soprano voices sounded sweet and unreal. Aunt Jessie had hung a big holly wreath in the ftont window and the house smelled of spice cake. Some cousins were coming to dinner on the morrow. Susan had the sensation of holding her breath and waiting for something to happen, though she didn’t know what. She turned through the little pile o? cards eagerly, almost feverishly. The j name she sought was not among them. Slitting a huge white envelope she found, to her surprise, a greeting from Denise. The card was a mammoth silver affair with modernistic deer prancing across it. So like Denise! She went to the kitchen to find Aunt Jessie. “There's a big box of flower* for you.” Aunt Jessie threw over her shoulder. “It arrived this afternoon. I almost dropped when the boy rang our bell.” ail SUSAN flew. Her fingers fumbled at the knots. She was too impatient to untie them and sliced them across with a kitchen knife. The green paper folded back, disclosing heaps of exotic blossoms. There wfre little tight yellow roses. There was fresia and tulips and violets and a spray of mimosa. Fabulous flowers to receive on a snowy Christmas eve. She found the card, her fingers trembling. It was a staid, engraved calling card and the name it bore was that of Mr. Ernest Caldwell Heath. Susan gasped. “Let me see it," Aunt Jessie demanded. Wordless, Susan held out the card. She would not admit even to herself how keen her disappointment was. Flowers like this should come from the one man, the “heart’s dearest” as the Germans had it. From any one else they were meaningless.

“Well. I must say It was real nice of him. ’ said Aunt Jessie, going back to her mashed potatoes, "though I’m not at all sure it’s proper. He's a married man, isn't he?” Susan shugged. "His wife's getting a divorce." “Well. I never! You didn't tell me that. You are a close-mouthed young one,” Aunt Jessie said. Susan carried the flowers into the living room and found vases for them. They made a brave array, filling the little home with light and color and scent. Ben dropped in at 8. bringing a big box of candy. He looked lonely and Susan felt sorry for him. His relatives were all home in lowa. Susan didn't know much about them, except that there was a stepmother. She felt sorry for any one who was homeless tonight. Aunt Jessie beckoned her out into the kitchen. “Ask him to dinner tomorrow,” she whispered. Susan debated the matter. The cousins would be sure to be curious about Ben. They would put their heads together later and talk about "Sue's beau.” She would hate that. But It wouldn't, after all, be Ben's fault. “All right,” she said, “but maybe he won't be able to come. Maybe he has another invitation.” Aunt Jessie smiled wisely. “He'll come," she said. mm* WHEN Ben arose, lean and dark in his shabby clothes, the girl felt a surge of pity for him. He wasn’t bad looking, really. Some girls would think that dark face distinguished. Susan sighed inwardly. “You’re awfully sweet,” he told her with unexpected humility as she relayed her aunt's invitation. He took her hand. “Come for a walk," he begged. “Just half an hour." Susan said, "Whatever for?”

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TARZAN THE TERRIBLE

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"Oh, I don’t know. I want to talk to you.” ’••Can't we talk here?” She didn’t want to go out into the cold bright Christmas eve with this boy. It was enough to be sorry for him. Couldn’t he go away and leave her with her thoughts? As if for the first time Ben’s eye took In the expensive flowers. He frowned. "Who sent you those?” Susan thought, “I like his nerve!” but she answered calmly enough. “My bos*. Mr. Heath.” Ben glared. Susan put her hand

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on his arm and gave him a little shake. "Don’t be ailly. He’s very nice.” As if that Vouch had galvanized him into life, the boy swept her into his arms. Rough, masculine arms they were, rudely possessive. Susan struggled. Furious anger welled up in her. “You—oh, I nate you. Let me go!” Ben tilted her Ifcce upward. She was a tall girl, but he towered above her. His eyes were dark with emotion that looked like rage. Susan was conscious only of a sense of outrage, not of fear.

A dim light came from the roof. Since the doors had fallen, he had heard no other sound. As his eyes grew used to the gloom he discovered his cell was some fifteen feet across. On hands and knees he examined the floor. In its cenver was the closed tray door. Groping over the walls he found the doorway through which he had entered: on the opposite wall was the one through which the fellow carrying Lady Greystoke had gone. Both doors were noyf closed by slabs of stone.

"I’ll—let—you go all right," Ben panted. He pressed his lips to hers. It waa all over In an instant Then he was flinging himself out the door. Susan put her hands to her hot cheeks. She tried to laugh, but discovered she waa trembling. She was desperately afraid she was going to cry. Aunt Jessie called from the other room. “Ben gone already?” The girl steadied her voice to reply.

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for the Indiana exhibition at the Chicago world s fair and that unless definite steps are taken soon it will be too late, was made today by E J. Barker, secretary of the Indiana commission, making exhibition plans. Barker said a meeting of the commission has been called for Thursday, but that if no more is accomplished than at previous meetings the outlook will be rather hopeless. A. Murray Turner, Gary, Is commission chairman.

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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