Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 16, Indianapolis, Marion County, 30 May 1932 — Page 11

MAY 30, 1932

LEAP YEAR BPIDE Laura Lou BROOKMAN 1930 BY NEA SERVICE, INC.

atom hfw today CRBRRY DUCON Dret’s. **H* ber mother h* U tln* to ;jj un hut inread mHU DAN PHILLIP*. reMrter eo tfi* WtUinttop “#w*. Cherrv ha* f* friend* beeau** her wealthy Barents eonnider mo*! of the other tnun* Hanoi* of the town aorlallv Inferior Ah# hw berome aeoualnted with PhUlioe wtwthout her oarenta knowledge She and Dan lunch together and are about to (tart for a drive In Cherrv'a road’ter when another renorter tella Dan that DUKE SMITH a bank robber, hat ear a tied la.l and ’he cltv editor santa Dan to find if OB MALLOY, Smith's aweetheart. and get an intervie* Dan and Ch#rrv drive to the apartment wrier* In#* la having He enters When ho doe* nos return Cherrv grow* nervoua and follow* She become* frightened run* up a atairwav and a aho* *trief her arm. rrherr? faint* and recover* conaeioaia-rie-t to find heraelf in a a'rarige roorr. Dan has bandaged her arm 'etnporarik He take* her to a doctor s office and later drive* her home. While Dan la treins to **p!aln to MRS DIXON what ba* haonened. Cherrv a father arrive* H* ! verv brandi*be* a newaoaoer and demand*. Wh* * th meaning of tht* v NOW GO ON WITH THT. aTOHV CHAPTER FOUR (Continued) Tm going to tell your family exact ly what happened!” Try ax she would. *he could not diMuade him. Dan Phillips, once hig mind wax made up, wax a determine young man. There wax no question in his mind how to meet the situation. a # BETWEEN Dan* firmness and her own indecision, Cherry w-as heliles*. Wild achemes— an invented traffic accident or perhaps a hoidap—come to mind, but she was not experienced in deceit. Cherry knew she never could invent a tale that would ba believable. “There’s nothing to worry about!” t>an repeated. “I’ll explain what happned. Listen, you aren't afraid Wt those parents of yours, art you?” • No.” she said, none too oonvlnclN!lf. •Than what’s tha trouble? Every - Hbli sr'll ba all right, I tell you.” Thus was as they were gliding •own Rherwood boulevard. Another fbra minutes and they would reach Priartop, tha Dixon homa. There was no protection from the Millly wind now. Sherwood bouleWard residences were set back from Mhe road. They were large houses with spactoux grounds, almost as impressive as the two doren palatial homes making wp aristocrat le Bher(Wood Heights. Briartop had been one off tha first half doxen house* erected In the Weights. “It’s tha second house on tha left,” ghe told him as they rounded a gsirve. The second house was half hidden In trees. There was a low stone lence snd gats of ironwork. Behind she fence tha ground ro*o grauallv to the site where fifty yards back Ikom the street stood tha massive gray stone dwelling. Dan Phillips whistled shortly as he turned the roadster Into the drive. "Nice cottage.* lie said. “Must be about the xlze of Buckingham palace.” "Really, Dan,” Cherry’s voioe was a trifle unsteady, "I thing I'd better go in alone.” "Can’t let you do it.“ Exactly before the cobblestone walk he brought the roadster to a halt. Cherry still wore her coal with one arm In Its sleeve and the other dangling. The creamy tweed was smudged with dark marks. Hrr hat was not quite at the proper angle and her nose and '’heeks were gleaming and powderless. Together they walked to the entrance. Before Cherry could put a hand on the door it swung open. A middle-aged woman wearing a rap and apron appeared. "Your mother's watting for you. Miss Cherry,” she said. “You'd batter go right into the living room.” Seeing the empty coat sleeve, she exclaimed, "Oh. has anything happened?” "It's all right. Martha. In the living room, you said?” The servant nodded. She seemed %a look askance at Phillips, but took his hat, ss the young man followed Cherry through the broad hall. He caught a hasty impression of ferfc woodwork and rich, subdued •olonngs. The furniture looked like old stuff—’’antiques.” Phillips told himself, though he had no knowledge of period decoration. m m m rpNtapuc was a fireplace at tha X opporita side of tha long room Mbey entered. Yellow, dancing 0a meg flickered on the grata. There eras a bowl of red tulip* on a table. Standing near the table was a pnall, slander woman dressed in

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gray. She wax very much like Cherry. Brown eyes—the same oval ! •ace—and yet there wax a differ- ; ence. More than the difference be- * tween age and youth. "Cherry!” the woman cried. "How could you do this?” The girl advanced “I'm terribly sorry, mother. Everything all right, really! Mr. Phillips insisted on coming himself to tell you—!” “Mr. Phillips?” ‘•Oh, I forgot. Excuse me. This is Mr. Phillips—of the News. Mr Phillips, my mother.” The older woman did not put out | her hand Her feature* seemed to 1 freeze into place. Of—-the—News?” she repeated, bringing out each word separately. "Not—not a reporter!" Dan stepped forward. ’Tm afraid 111 have to plead guilty. Mrs. Dixon That's what I am. all right. And it's my fault Cherry got. into this: mix-up this afternoon. She hadn't* a thing to do with it ” Mrs Dixon turned toward her daughter. “Cherry.” she said frigidly, "who ie this man and why has he come here?” "Why, I told you. mother. He's Mr. Phillip*. He came because he wanted to tell you Just w r hat happened” “And what did happen? Didn't! you tell me you were going to a guild meeting at Gretchen Alden’s? And wasn't Gretchen herself here three hours ago?” For the first, time, apparently, Mrs. Dixon noticed the girl's flapping coat sleeve and general disheveled appearance. "Cherry!” she exclaimed, “where have vou been? 1 What s happened?” ’’l’ve been trying to tell you.” i the girl began, but Phillips interrupted. “She’s been with me. Mrs. Dixon. There wax an accident and Cherry hurt her arm. A doctor dressed it, * but he said she should have rest and quiet. Shock, you know. She ought, to lie down, I think. I’ll tell you about everything ” Mrs. Dixon was at her daughter's side, was helping her out of her coat. She cried out at sight of the bandaged arm. “It's—all right, mother. It isn't j anything ” There was a sound .in the door- j way. All three of them turned. A | tall man. livid-faced, strode forward. In one hand he held a crum- j pled newspaper. He cried out. “Cherry —what's the meaning of this!” Before the girl’s eves glared the headline. "SOCIETY GIRL INJURED IN SHOOTING.” CHAPTER FIVE '” i THAT'S the meaning of this?” W Walter J. Dixon demanded. Hi* accusing eyes were on his daughter. No one for an instant no one moved. Dixon was a tall man— ; Just under six feet. He was sturdily built though not “heavy.” His handsome features, usually set in a mold of frigid dignity, were alive with anger now. Older than his wife. Walter Dixon looked younger. The silvered hair lent dls- j tinction rather than age. The blue eyes snapped, turned from his daughter to his wife. “Cherry was just explaining.” Mr*. Dixon began timidly. “It was an accident,— ’’ “Accident? For my daughter to be found in an underworld rendezvous? In a shooting scandal! Ao* cident—is that the name you have for it?” He swung toward the girl again. Cherry put out s hand. “Can I see what the paper says?" she asked. “Here—read it! Read it and let me hear what you have to say for yourself! Look at your pictureplastered over every cheap news sheet In the city—” There was the photograph of Cherry beneath the glaring headlines. It was a photograph made s year before during commencement at Miss Rathbume's school. Cherry wore a gown of floating organdie and broad-brimll|pd pic- 1 ture hat. She wax like a charming wodo dryad come to life. The face, sweetly serious, beneath the hat brim wax child-like in itx innocence. Certainly H was incongruous' to see such a picture beneath the heavy black type. “Society Girl Injured in Shooting.” Directly beneath Cherry read. “Miss Cherry Dixon, daughter of

Mr. and Mrs. Walter J. Dixon of Briartop, Sherwood Height*, and prominent In the city's younger social group, was injured when a gun was discharged in an apartment at Taylor avenue today. “Some mystery surrounds the shooting which was believed to be accidental It was reported by Patrolman James Dougherty, called to the address by resident* of the building. The bullet struck Miss Dixons arm, leaving a flesh wound—” There was more but the blur before Cherry s eyes prevented her from reading It. The newspaper fell from her hand. “Excuse me. Mr. Dixon. My name is Phillips. Dan Phillips." The young man had been standing in the background. Now he came forward. “I'm to blame for everything that happened this afternoon. CherryMiss Dixon—was with me. The doctor said the wound isn't serious Thinks it will heal easily. We didn't suppose the newspapers knew about it.” a a a AT the sound of the stranger's voice, Walter Dixon stopped stock at ill. “Cherry was with you?” he repeated. “May I ask your name again?” •’Phillip*. Dan Phillip*. I'm with the News.” “He's been wonderful, father,” Cherry put the words in eagerly. “He did everything for me. Took me to the doctor s office and then brought me home—” Her father waved the girl to silence. "And o my daughter spent the afternoon with you!” Dixon exclaimed. His cheeks had grown almost apoplectic in hue. "Well, young man, what have you to say for yourself?” Dan hesitated. “I was just telling Mrs. Dixon.’’ he began, “when you came in. It was inexcusable for me to let Cherry ro to a place like that. I should have known better. I know how you must feel—” “Will you please come to the point and say what you have to say?” The brusqueness of the older mans tone caught Dan off guard. "Why—why, of course!” he answered. "Cherry and I had lunch together. As we were leaving. I had word from the office that I was to look up a friend of Dude Smith, the bank robber who escaped this morning. "Cherry drove me to the address and waited in the car. It, took longer than I had expected, so after a while she came inside. Somehow the gun went off and hit her arm. She was in the hall. “When I got there, she had fainted. We carried her into the nearest room and then as soon as she was able, I took her to a doctor's office. The bullet didn’t go very deep. “It hurt her pretty badly for a while, and the doctor said *he should have quiet and lots of rest. I’m not trying to excuse myself, Mr. Dixon. It was the worst kind of thoughtlessness ” “You said you are a member of the News staff?” “Yes. sir.” “Then, Mr. Phillips, will you please take yourself back to your guttersnipe News office? And if you ever darken the doors of this house again. I’ll have you thrown out! You can tell your editor he'll hear from me later.” “Father, please—!” Cherry's anxious face wax pallid but her eyes were blazing. “You mustn't say such things, father!" “Silence!” Walter Dixon's hand was lifted. He roared the worn dramatically. m a a THERE was nothing Dan Phillip* could do but obey. Certainly I'll go,” he said quietly. “Good afternoon.” With a quick glance at Cherry he turned and left the room. They heard th* outer door close a moment later. Walter Dixon's blustering manner

STICKERS

Can you place the numbers from 8 to 32, inclusive, in the above squares so that each of the horizontal and vertical rows of squares and the two corner-to-corner diagonal rows will add to 100?

Answer for Saturday TETE, -A-TETE BEVERAGE Two dashes and the large letters, all vowels, were added to make a word out of the top line, and the letters in the lower line are shown in the correct order to form a word. RO

TARZAN AND THE ANT MEN

Had the fight between Th’ Three Women lasted longer, the curious creatures might have made good his escape. But the Third Woman emerged victorious in a few seconds and turning about saw her prey crawling away. Quickly she sprang after it. Then the fugitive leaped to its feet and raced toward the valley’s entrance. As it arose, it became apparent that it was a male of the same species as the woman. though shorter and of lighter build. Its long and slender legs were made for speed and it was clear that the ponderous female could have no hope of overhauling him.

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diminished slightly. “Have you called Dr. Knowles?" he asked. “IH do It now,” his wife fluttered. ’Til do it myself " In the face of her husband ’s wrath Mrs. Dixon was always a pathetic, figure—nervously eager to set things nght. always at a loss how to accomplish it. Through twenty-four years of married life it had been the same. She had lived with no other purpose than to keep the wheels of the household moving noiselessly and when they did not she wa* helpless. So concerned was she over what Walter might think of a situation.

OUR BOARDING HOUSE

~?~!~?~ WHAT TUT-TUT, FATHER! TH' OLD MAN HAS THE' HECKS TH' IDEA, SON, THIS TURBAN WAS TH' MAJOR'S GOAT. WEARIN' THAT HINDU PRESENTED TO ME GOING AROUND I THAT FIREMAN'S KELLEY?~ ARE YOU GOIN' BY THE MAHARJAH HAT~SO HE'S ELEPHANT RIDING?~ OF SUHLKA! ~UM - GIVING PAP TH' ~OR MAYBE YOU'RE I WEAT IT QUITE RIB, BY WEARING COVERING UP A COUPLE OF ROLLIN'-PIN BUMPS! ~ANYHOW, YOU LOOK SILLY IN IT! ~MUCH MORE BECOMING IN THE HOUSE THAN A FIRE HELMET! INITIATION TURBAN! THIS HAS PAP A BIT DISTURBED = BECOMING IN THE TURBAN! HOUSE THAN A

FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS

LOOK, OSSIE.. PUPPIES! PUPPIES! REAL THREE OF THEM! GEE!.. OH BOY! I WONDER HOW WHY, WE'LL NOW I KNOW WHY POODL DISAPPEARED... AN' JUST AS WELL... IF THIS AIN'T LIVE ONES? HOW WE NOT ONLY FIND POODLE POODLE KNEW THESE PUPS TAKE THEM HOME WITH MEBBE DISAPPEARED..A WHY SHE GROWLED FRECKLES A SIGHT FOR MANY ARE HERE. BUT THREE MORE WERE IN THIS CAVE? WHAT'LL HOME WITH US...POODLE THIS OLD WHY SHE GROWLED AT US...MAN! I'M YEAH?..WELL JUST WAIT'LL ALL OVER, YOUR MOM WERE BOY! YOU COULD YOU CUTE LITTLE FRECKLES?

WASHINGTON TUBBS II

SOON THE PRISON SHIP IS ALONG-SIDE, AND WASH AND EASY ARE GAZING DEJECTEDLY INTO THE MUZZLES OF A DOZEN RIFLES. CONVICTS STARE AT THEM FROM EVERY PORT-HOLE. NON NON! LET ME DORWN! AH! THEES MUS' BE A SECOND OFFENSE. HE DON' LIKE DEVIL'S ISLAND.

SALESMAN SAM

IT'S NONE OF MY BUSINESS, WHY WOULDN'T I? I WHAT! A WHOLE WEEK? NO THANK YOU, I'M ON A DIET! MISTER, BUT WHAT'S TH' MATTER HAVEN'T EATEN IN WELL, HERE'S HALFA BUCK— OFFICER— WITH YA? YA SURE LOOK PALE! SEVEN DAYS! GO BUY YERSELF A MEAL!

BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES

SAY, YOU HAVE DAISIES OH, VERY WELL ... I'LL TELL! I'VE TRIED PUSHED OUTTA TH' TO CONCEAL MY FEELINGS, BUT

it never occurred to her to think about it herself. She hurried awav now Father and daughter faced each other across the table. Cherry had taken off her hat and slipped out of her coat. She wax still pale and the line Df the red lips was not as steady ax it might have been. “Well, have you anything to say for yourself?” “I’m sorry, father." "I should think you would be!” "But you shouldn't have said what you did to Dan. It wasn't his fault—!”

Then it was that the utility of her strange skirt of thongs and pebbles and feathers became apparent. Quickly tearing off one of the 'hongs and whirling it rapidly, she let it go. Like an arrow the missile sped toward the fleeing male, hit the back of his hea*, and dropped him to earth. Walking to his prostrate form. The Third Woman calmly Jerked him to his feet and shook him. He tried to stand but could not: so she threw him across her shoulder with the carcass of the antelope and continued her interrupted way to her cave.

“Stop! Not another word. Cherry. You amaze me! Do you mean to stand there and tell me—your own father—what I should say to a young puppy with the impudence to come Into a house where he s not wanted? “Go to your room and see if Sarah can make you presentable before Dr. Knowles comes. And try to improve your manners!” He called to her as she was going through th 2 doorway. Cherry turned. “Remember this is the last time you're to see that young man! Never again—you understand me?”

—By Ahern

H?*- she dumped her spoils on the ground and kindled a fire by twirling a fire-stick dexterously amidst dry tinder in a bit of hollowed wood. Cutting big strips of the antelope carcass she ate ravenously. Soon the dazed male, smelling the cooking, pointed to it. She handed him a stone knife and motioned him to eat. Then she sat and watched him. Unlike the women, who wore no ornaments, he had bracelets, anklets, and, a necklace of teeth and pebbles. In his knotted hair were thrust long wooden skewers.

“Y-yes. father ” The eye* were rebellious. The lip* framed the words slowly. "That's all then.” When Mrs. Dixop re-entered the room, she found her husband pacing back and iorth before the fireplace. “So this is what we're coming to!” he burst forth. “Younger generation! I've heard of it all. Wild life —scandal —it’s in the newspaper* every day! “I supposed our daughter had been protected from all this. She’s had expensive schools —travel—and now see what happens. I can’t understand it. Alice. Frankly I can not.

OUT OUR WAY

NO -HE'S JUST GETTING C'MON, THERE! WISE TO YOUR LAZINESS— WHUTS GITT'N THE IDEEUH! CALLING THE TH' MATTER WITH DOG TO LICK UP THE YOU, ANYWAYS? MESSES YOU MAKE WITH ARE YOU GITT'N PIECING ... GET LAZY? THE BROOM AND CALL

30 LASHES WITH ZE EH BIEN! IT IS MY FRIEND AND I ARE IMPOSSIBLE! THEY WHIP—THEN PUT STRANGE. THERE NOT CONVICTS, SUH. WE LIE!! HERE—LET ME IN IRONS! YET THE REPORT SHOWS THAT ONLY ONE WAS MISSING.

WELL, IF YOU MUSY KNOW, SIS ... A I DON'T KNOW OH ... THAT'S BUSINESS PARTNER, IN ONE OF MY JUST WHAT TO LET'S EAT! MOST IMPORTANT ENTERPRISES HAS DO ABOUT IT STARVED RUN OUT ON ME! I'VE BEEN QUITE WORRIED

T supposed you were exercising some control over your daughter. Knew where she went when she left the house* "I’ve tri#d to. Walterl Oh, thlx is 'so dreadful. I Just cant believe i it. I can t believe our Cherry could do such things!” “She’s not going to.” Dixon snapped. "Not again. I've given her orders never to see that reporter again and I want you to see that she obeys’” "Yes, Walter. Os course ” (To Re Continued)

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

Wr.e i the m’ii-c eaf c r.ad a-n ilh fill. •he woman arose, and seizin’ him nlv his hair. dragged him into the cave. He scratched and hit at her. trying to escape, but he mas no match for the mighty strength of his captor. Upon the floor of the amphitheater, just outside the cave entrance lay the body of The First Woman who had been brained by the heavy cudgel of The Third Woman: and over this once*powerful female who had seized and imprisoned the unconscious Tarzan of the Apes Ska. the vulture, now swooped in great circle*.

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