Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 8, Indianapolis, Marion County, 20 May 1932 — Page 23

MAY 20. 1932.

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CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR < ConfUl ued • Then all at once she saw him. He was striding rapidly a? hla long legs -ould carry him through the door? A liveneq ihauffmir n at hu heel*, a blue ticket In hi* finger? The girl stood frozen, immobile, j "All aboard! - ’ came the call. a* Bob Dunbar came abreast ©f the gate. Intent on the business of getting through, he heard a *oft voice call hi* jiame He raised his eyes in an Intimidating glare. "Susan !" He was at her side. The chauffeur. respectfully interested, said, "Shall I go on with these things, air?" No. Wait here." Bob rapped the words out. The man wno was punching tickets interposed swiftly. "The lady may go through with you, air, if you like. But youd better get aboard. There's only a minute left.” Bob took Busan* arm and swung her along beside him. 'But I thought you wouldn’t—thought you wouldn’t go,” she protested. "Why not?” The words were like* < pellets of ice. “Something's happened I'm not going to marry Ernest after all." They were at the second coach now and a white-faced, grinning porter was reaching for the bags. Up ahead the whistle sounded warning!*- and a be]] began to clang • Never mind. Grimor,' Bob shouted 'I m not going.” The chauffeur s face remained impassive. Where shall I put the luggage, sir?” i • Anywhere you like!" Bobs arm * was linked in Busan's. CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE THE elder Dunbar glared at his tall son. "What * that you're aaying'’’ , he demanded. "I rant seem to get what you're driving a*.” | Deliberately Bob repeated. “I told you. sir. I expect to be married next week.” "Hah!'' The veins stood out alarmingly on the forehead of the man in the swivel chair. ‘‘You're; trying to tell me—you have the j face to announce that you’re mar- j rying a nobody. You know very; well it's been understood you're to marry Denise.” Bob shrugged his shoulders. “That's just it.” he said. His father rapped out “What's Just it? You're talking rot this morning.” Bob tried patiently to explain. “You talked me into that engage- | ment. You and mother—everybody.” “I suppose you don’t know your j own mind, hey? I must say. young man. I think you're behaving in j devilish bad fashion. First you give us to understand that you want to marry Denise. "They you come around with a cock and bull story about a girl nobody knows. Someone you picked up God know* where!” Bob gripped his hands against the hack of the chair until the knuckles .stoop out. ‘Til have to ask you to take that back,” he said with deadly quiet "I've told you all about her. " There's nothing the matter with her family. She happens to be poor— ; that’s all.”

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j The two men continued to stare jat each other. The younger moved toward the door. ' There l* nothing more to say, I guess." His father detained him. “Where do you think you're going?” j "Back to my desk, erf course ’* Mr Dunbar stood up. emphasizing hi* words with a shaking fore- ! finger. “You're to do nothing of j the kind.” he announced. “Until this affair is settled, you're persona non grata m this office. Do you understand?” It was a blow, but the boy gave no sign other than the darkening of hi* eyes. “Very well, sir. if that * the way | you feel about it." He turned again, ' but his father * bellowing voice arrested him. ' What do you think you're going to live on. you young idiot, if I j turn you out?” The youth said grimly, "I suppose I can get a Job.” “You do! You're very optimistic. There are hundreds of stevedores and truckmen walking the streets looking for work. They can't find it. What makes you think you can?” man THE bov did not. answer for an linstant. Then he aajd quietly, j Whose fault is it if I'm useless?' When I wanted to study agriculture. the only thing I cared about, who discouraged me?” "You were expelled from college. Don't forget that.” I was because I was bored stiff. But you had your way and that was all you cared about.” Bob threw hia young shoulders back and eyed his parent defiantly. "This is one time you're not going to have it!” he said. "I'm going to marry Susan no matter w’hat happens." The older man gave a sharp, resentful laugh, and spread his hands out. “Go ahead,” he said, “but don't come whining to me when things go wrong!” "I won't,” Bob promised grimly. The door slammed. The father continued *o stare at the spot where hir. son had stood a moment ago. The mottled flush died in his ! cheeks and once he smiled shrewd- ; ly. The boy wouldn’t go far, he | soliloquized. He would think it oVer and come to his senses. Most i young men experienced these fluri ries of emotion over a pretty face, but there was no sense in taking i the thing seriously! The g'rl undoubtedly was a common little piece who had her eye lon Bob's inheritance. What was it Bob had said she did? Worked jin an office somewhere. Young fool! And yet unwillingly the father admirrd the boy for his defiance. ; 'Didn’t, think he had it in him,” he muttered. ' He'll come round all right. Be wiling to talk turkey in a day or two.” Nevertheless. Mr. Dunbar rang *>r his secretary and demanded the. telephone directory. He had a good memory and there flashed into his mind the name Bob had dropped earlier in the conversation. The girl's name was Carry. Bhe lived with hpr Aunt Jessie, Bob had said, on the west side. His spa tula te thumb ran down the list of tele-

phone subscribers. Sure enough, there was the name. In his small, neat, copper-plate script. Dunbar wrote the street number in his pocket address book. It might be handy to have during the next few days. To hi* father's surprise and irritation, Bob did not come around Hie servants reported that he had returned home around noon, had packed a bag ?nd departed without leaving any word. Mrs. Dunbar was at Hot Springs. She was one of those fretful, chronic invalids. Her husband was relieved that there was no necessity of explaining the situtaion to her. a • • AFTER a day of waiting, during which his digestion was annoyingly impaired, the older man i mapped out a course of action. Hard-shelled autocrat that he was, he loved his only son dearly. This open break with Robert disturbed him Mr. Dunbar decided to see the girl and talk a little sense to her. ... He frowned with distaste a* hia taxi bumping along the shabby side street, came to a stop. It was just as he had expected—a house in a row of brave, run-down dwellings badlv needing paint. "Wait for me.” he commanded the driver. Dunbar rang the bell * with some trepidation. It was not a pleasant errand, but It. was one j he must go t hrough with whether or not he liked it. A lean, gray-haired woman in a spotless blue house dress answered ’ the ring. _ . „ "We don’t want to buy anything, ; she began firmly. Then, struck by something in her caller's bearing, she stopped, confused. "I want to see Miss Susan Carey,” Dunbar said in his courtliest manner. "Is she in?” “Oh. yes. I'll call her.” The grayhaired woman gave him another penetrating look and then invited him to enter. As the man waited in the small living room, he glanced about with annoyance. It was not at. all the sort of interior he had expected. The old rosewood chairs, carved and upholstered in the manner of the ; eighties, had a decent self-respect I about them. So had the ancient square piano. The whole place reminded him dimly of his mother's front parlor. It was uncompromisingly clean and the frilled white curtains showed no sign of the usual Chicago grime. * * * THERE was a faint rustle in the hall and he stood up. feeling 1 rather ill at ease. The girl who faced him was tall and slender. Her dress of black woolen stuff had a nun-like frill of white at the throat. The man noticed that her skin had an extraordinary, translucent fairness and that she wore no mßkeup. Her eyes were enormous. As the girl advanced. Dunbar began to speak quickly and glibly. If i Susan was not the sort of person I lie had expected to see, he gave no i sign. His method of attack was simple. He would play on her better feeling. He would make her see that marriage with a penniless boy would be quite different from marriage to the heir of millions. "I'm Bob Dunbar’s father.” he i began. Susan was not surprised i From Bob the night beAore she had I heard the whole story. "I don’t want you to think.” the man pursued wtnningly. "that I’ve | come here in an antagnoistic mood. On the contrary. I feel very friendly toward you. and now that I’ve seen you, I must applaud my son's I taste.” He seated himself at her invitation. “I only want to make it quite clear that there were good reasons for my behaving as I did when my son told me his plans. Robert is. I’m afraid, very impulsive, and.” here he shook his head sadly, “extremely fickle. “Perhaps you do not know that

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The chiefs daughter smiled u she looked up from her maize grinding to welcome her friend Uhha. Make no noise, Uhha." she cautioned; “Obebe, my father, sleeps within.” The ftro girls chatted in low tones. They spoke of their ornaments, their hair dressing, of the young men of the village. As they talked. Uhha's eyes wandered toward the entrance to Obebe s hut. and she tried to think up some excuse to enter it. If only she could get up her courage.

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ha virtually ts bound In another agreement.” He paused to let the wrods sink to. Busan said: Tm afraid I don't quite understand ” Mr. Dunbar smiled. “Os course you don’t, my dear young lady.” he assured her. "The scamp would never tell you about himself.” "If you mean Denise Ackroyd, I do know all about that,” Busan said quietly. The man’s jaw dropped "Oh you do! Then I know you're going to be sensible about It. If you're

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fond of my son. you wont want to stand to his way. "Hl* mother and I feel deeplv on the subject of hu marrying Denise. In fact, hi* whole future depends upon it. Hia grandfathers money 1* being held in trust for him. Robert will receive it when he is 28 !op the condition that he marries . with our approval. You see?” He smiled at her. "You mean, then,” said Busan slowly, "that it would ruin Bob s life if he were to marry’ me?” iTo Be Con tinned)

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Her friend tried to dissuade her. saying: ‘1 will fetch it as soon as baba has awakened.” Uhha paid no attention and presently she had crawled cautiously into the hut. There she waited silently until her eyes became accustomed to the dim light. Against the opposite wall the cannibal chief lay sprawled upon his sleeping mat. He snored loudly. With the stealth of Shecta. the leopard. Uhha crept toward him. Her heart was beating like the tom-tom when 4. he dance is at its height.

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At Obebe's side and half beneath his body Uhha saw the chief* pouch. Cautiously she reached forth a trembline hand and laid hold of it. She tried to draw it from beneath Obebe* weight. The sleeper stirred uneasily and Uhha drew back, terrified, as she thought of her punishment when he discovered her. Half frozen with horror she dared not move. Fortunately for her Obebe soon resumed his snoring; but Uhha'a nerve was gone, and she thought, now only of eacaping from the hut without* being detected.

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