Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 13, Indianapolis, Marion County, 26 May 1932 — Page 17

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nrois Hrnr toimt niß>sy riXON prettr. 19 tll h#r mctp.r >*' :* e ,,in '* Lt'A :av !,n,r tr.'*w rAN PHTtLie*. reM*i?r Ati fh* WfilJnftfljj Hews t,, f#* fttor.d* becu* her p*r<*nts mo*t of the trforint Bft*- k** feototno atpusinfod * h saiUist* tiuioui ber perettu knowi•esr . vow m ns with ntr stout CHAPTER ONE 'Continued) It developed that the men in the louring car—there were two of them -were not injured, at least not seriously. A few cuts and bruises. The r*ar of Cherrys roadster had txen dented. The other driver denied the collision had been his fault, denied i* so vociferously that twenty minutes later, before a police captain, he was charged with driving while Intoxicated. Cherry, bewildered and frightened, heard the charge. She did not understand why she had to be there. What alarmed her most was the increasing fear that her father would have to know. All her life long the possibility o.' displeasing her father had been held over Cherry as the. ultimate threat. He would be furious— might refuse 10 let her keep the roadster! n n m THAT was When Dan Phillips appeared. Dan. loitering at district headquarters, had in five minutes collected details of the collision. They were scribbled on copy paper, ready to be telephoned to the office. All at once Cherry Dixon s helplessness, her obvious frigh’ did omething to Dans news sense. He happened to be the only reporter pre en?. ‘lconic here.'’ he said to her. You'd like to get out of this, wouldn't you?" •Oh, if they'd only let me go home !” • Want to file charges against that fellow? You could collcrt all right.” Cherry denied wanting to do anything except escape. Th< damage to her own ear was slight. She would pav for the repairs gladly from her allowance—anything to end the affair and be away. • See what I can do for you!" Phillips had volunteered. That had been the beginning. For Dan. almost immediately, was

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T7ROM all indications, and knowJT tog his past performance in campaigns, it appears thal, Frederick Landis, Logansport editor, rrdio columnist and stormy petrel of Indiana politics, is only making a half-hearted try for the Repub- ' ljcnn nomination for Governor. Despite this unusual silence on the part of the one-time prophet of the Progressives, it indubitably is true that Landis is gaining strength and taking the votes from Lieutenant-Governor Edgar D. Bu.h, who also is seeking the Governor nomination. As far as can be learned. Lan-| dts has not made a political address; since his announcmcnt six wcks ago. his publicity handouts have been noticeable by their absence, and the only signs of.activity are those on th part of A. A. Kist. Portland publisher. Though Landis is making no gesture. reports from over the state are to the effect that the number of delegates pledged to him is increasing. \nd the drift is from thp groups Which were believed ardent supporters of Bush. a a a Rn evident and widespread is this inf vement that George V. Coffin. Marion county Republican boss, whose espousal of Bush is so great that his lieutenants already are practicing shouting the name, has b'-en commenting on the situation. Cap. whose ability to spot a %r ndwagon is one of his principal assets, is beginning to talk Landis, rrd told the column that it is extremely probable that the Logansport editor may lead the field on the first ballot. Despite his pledges to Bush. Coffin is interested greatly in the Laughs campaign.

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escorting Cherry from the building. ' Together they drove away in the roadster. Together they stopped at a downtown tearoom. The reporter had insisted Cherry needed something hot to drink, something to i quirt her nerves. Nothing of the affair appeared in the columns of the Wellington j News and nothing of it reached the ears of Walter J. Dixon. I That was the way the surpris- , ing friendship had come about. A dozen times since then the young couple had met. It was Cherry who had found excuses when Dan wanted to call for her at Briartop, the Dixon home. She had been vague about. It, knowing well what a bombshell would explode if ei?he* her father or mother should suspect her of associating with a News reporter. But in a tiny comer of Cherry's mind she knew the conflagration was imminent. She had been drifting with delightful, breathless madness toward something she refused to face. She didn't want to stop drifting It was such paradise! She knew—and refused to know—what had happened. Cherry was in love. Today, since it was the one in seven when Dan did not have to work, the two had planned to lunch together and then drive into the j country. They finished their coffee and left the dining room. Outdoors the sunshine was glorious, banishing every passible care. The roadster was brought around and Cherry had stepped into it when she heard someone call. She turned. A short, heavily built man had caught Dan Phillips' arm. He had been running and gulped for breath 'Say—” the newcomer ex- 1 claimed, "the boss is looking for you! Don’t you know what's happened?” CHAPTER TWO CHERRY could no hear what the two men were saying. Dan had swung around with his back toward her. The newcomer—still short of breath—seemed excited. He clung to Dan's arm and his gimlet eyes flashed eagerly. "But I can't!” Phillips objected, as he turned back to the roadster. He put one hdnd on the door. “I don't know where she is, and besides I’ve got a date and can’t break it!”

This attitude is the direct result of two things—-Coffin's first loyalty is to senator Arthur Robinson. and Landis at the present time would be his strongest opponent for the senatorial toga in 1934. If Landis is nominated this time he ran t in all reasonableness buck Robinson later, because the senator openly is favoring his campaign. As was pointed out once before in this column, the Federal building attaches, the majority of whom are Robinson appointees, are talking Landis. This attitude, they tell me, is on direct orders of Little Arthur. a a a Ts Landis is defeated, such a setback, coming on the heels of his 15J28 failure to win the povernor nomination, would remove him forever as an important factor in the Indiana Republican picture—so Robinson stands to win either way, and as the senator wins so does his prime minister, Cap Coffin. Then. too. Coffin hates Governor Leslie, because he has refused to deal with him on matters of patronage. Leslie always has felt that it was due to Coffin that he trailed his Democratic opponent b - approximately 20.000 voles in Marion county in 1928. The Governor Is open in his opposition to Landis, because the latter refused to take the stump for him in that same campaign, after losing the nomination. Hatred is a tie that binds closely and when it also includes self-in-terest. it is quite obvious that if it appears to Coffin, when the convention gets under way, that Landis will get the call. Cap will be one of the first boys to hop on the wagon.

•The boss'll be sore—!” ‘ Yeah? Tell him to Jump m the lake!” The stranger hesitated. Dan stepped into the roadster and slammed the door. The other turned and disappeared through the hotel s revolving door. 'Now. then.” said Dan with a sigh, “that’s settled. Wherere we heading for—Stewart read?” Cherry looked at him inquiringly. Instead of replying she asked. ‘ Why didn’t you introduce your friend?” “Dizzy ? Oh, say, you wouldn't want to meet a guy like Dizzy. He’s the office nit-wit.” Cherry had started the motor and the roadster drew out into the street. Evidently the answer did not, satisfy her. for she persisted: “Does he work on the News too?" “Thinks he does. Dizzy's a pest!" There were several minutes during which the business of making headway in the crowded street absorbed the girl s attention. Phillips seemed trying to affect a carefree manner. He was not quite successful. “Know what that sap wanted?" he demanded a moment later. Said Bates expected me to go to work. Can you beat that? On my day off! After I spent half the night chasing those kidnapers, too. Well I won’t do it, that's all!” “He seemed rather excited.” Dan’s answer was monosyllabic, almost a snort. B B B THEY left Twelfth street, turning into a less crowded thoroughfare. Again Dan broke the silence, j He said in a tone that tried to be casual: “Duke Smith broke out of jail j this morning.” “Who?” “Duke Smith—the guy who robbed the Wellington National. He was in the county jail waiting to be sent down to state prison. They only sentenced him Monday. Well, an .Hour ago he made his getaway!"

A DAtl BY BRUCE CATTON Blistering heat,, voracious mosquitoes, frowsy hotels, pompous officials and valuable bananas—these are the chief products of Central America. Or so. at any rate, it seems after a reading of Carleton Beals' "Banana Gold.'' Mr. Beals went roving through Central America to see what he could see. and he had quite a trip. He found a potentially rich land sunk in poverty, misruled by ignorant and venal politicians and systematically milked in many cases—by American industrialists. It is a land where railroads provide mattresses for bananas and bare floors for human passengers; where a president-elect flees in terror on learning of his election; where a hotel guest must choose between roasting with his bedroom window closed or being eaten by mosquitoes with it open; where mountain villages provide glimpses of Mayan life in almost its preconquest state, and where drifters from a dozen nations infest cheap, squalid waterfront bar rooms. This provides material for a swell book, and Mr. Beals makes the most of it. Mr. Beals tells how he struggled through the mountains to interview Sandino. He shows pretty clearly that the man is no bandit, in any sense of the word, and he has some caustic things to say about American imperialism in Central America. Nicaragua, he points out, has gone steadily downhill during two straight decades of American “guidance,” You'll find “Banana Gold - ’ interesting all the way through. It is published by Lippincott, and is priced at $3.

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“Was that what that man you called Dizzy told you?” Phillips nodded. Somewhat the voung man's composure was unconvincing. Beneath it there was restlessness. ' Bates wanted me to see Inez Malloy,” he explained. “She 3 Smith's girl friend.” “And they wanted you to—to tell her he was gone?” Phillips smiled at such innocence. “Well, not exactly. Inez probably knew all about it before it happened. There's a chance she and Smith arc together. Not likely, but a chance. “Anyhow, the papers will be try-

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ing to get her to talk. Cops. too. That is. if they can And her!" “But, Dan." Cherry interrupted, “if its so important, don’t you think you should go back? Our ride doesn’t matter. We can go some other time.” Phillips shook his head. “It* my day off.” he insisted sulkily. “Let some of the others work for a change. Besides. I don’t know where Inez is now—” “Do you know her?” “Sure. She was one of the witnesses during the trial. I went to see her a couple of times. Inez is a smart girl, all right.”

“Does she—does she love him?” “Smith? Oh, I suppose so. She testified for him " “Is she pretty?" “Yes, if you like ’em like that. Tall and dark. Sort of Spanish looking. “Claims she used to be on the stage and I guess she was.” Phillips seemed in. deep thought as the words broke off. Suddenly, rounding a corner, he caught the girl’* arm. •Cherry!” he half cried. “Let me out here—at the corner. I just thought of something. Back in a minute —!"

—By Ahern

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs;

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