Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 17, Indianapolis, Marion County, 31 May 1932 — Page 13

MAY 31, 1932.

LEAP YEAR BRIDE te- H

REGIS WERE TODAT CHRRRT DIXOW. 1* *n4 pretty. tell* h*r mlh*r h 1* fotnf to * flub jjjj* Inf. but instead meet* DAN PHJLLIrR. t'vipiMr reporter lth hon *ne U in Jnvp Her wealthy parent* do not know she 1* acquainted with Dan Cherrr bom with him to interview • bank robber • sweetheart. She blunders into underworld headquartera and • bullet i-rlkea her arm. Dan lake* her to a doctor a office and then home. He u tretn* to eaplatn what baa iiappened when Mr DIXON appear* Dlaon It very anfrr and brandtahe* a newspaper ron'ainlrg Cherry'* picture and an arrour’ of the nhootlnf He order* Dan out of the houae • Day* P* In which Cherry ha* no Word from Dan. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER FIVE Contlnued) DR KNOWLES, when he arrived. declared there was nothing to be done for the injured arm. It had been properly dresned. There was no reason to be alarmed. The doctor said he would call the next, day and change the dressing. Meanwhile, Cherry should have rest. She seemed nervous and upset. It was the shock no doubt. Cherry stayed In her room the rest of that evening. Sarah brought her dinner on a tray, but the girl refused food. When her mother came upstairs a little later she was shocked at the Kiri's tear-stained face and swollen eyes. She wanted to comfort her. but Walter Dixon had ruled Cherry was to be left alone in disgrace. Mrs. Dixon murmured something about trying to get some rest and disappeared. Sarah proved more sympathetic. Ever since Cherry's babyhood, the Irish woman had cared for her. nursed her through childhood illnesses, fretted and scolded and worshiped the girl. 'A fine storm your father's in!” she confided. ' I've never seen him <orse. Law, but you'd think he'd l.e prausin' the good Lord you wasn't hurt worse than you was;” Cherry's head was turned so the woman could not see her eyes. Beneath Sarah's drab uniform there beat a romantic hrart. ' That young man," she said slyly, *‘l saw him from behind the curtain. A fine upstantiin’ boy he is. And with a way about him. Dodo you think you're in love with him. Miss Cherry?” The girl rijd not look up. Her voice was muffled by an arm thrown over her head. ■'Father says I—must not see him •—ever again.” “00-oo!” The monosyllables were mournful. Sarah shook her head dolefully, bemoaning love's young tragedy. Cherry's words came chokingly. “I can't bear it, Sarah. I can t bear it!” The woman put a comforting arm around the girl's shoulders. ‘‘There, lamb,” she crooned, “Go ahead and cry. It'll do you good. It will. And him such a fine lad. Go ahead and cry.” ' Sympathetically Sarah raised a corner of her apron and wiped a tear from her own eye. For two days Cherry remained fn the house. She moved about, a r.ilent, melanchony figure. At the dinner tabic she scarcely ate. spoke only when a question was addressed to her. Dr. Knowles came and treated the sore arm. He reported to Mrs. Dixon that the arm was healing rapidly, but that her daughter’s general health troubled him. Cherry seemed depressed—a bad sign in youth. As much of the time as possible, the girl stayed in her own room. Sarah was her only confidante and it was from Sarah she heard the news that led to her decision —a decision that changed everything. CHAPTER SIX SARAH entered the room breathlessly and shut the door behind her. Her round eyes foretold excitement. The girl on the chaise lounge did not turn. Her peach-colored negligee pulled about the slender figure molded it gracefully. On her feet were small-gold-strapped sandals. “Is that you, Sarah?" the girl asked indifferently. “Yes, Miss Cherry.” Something in the woman's voice made Cherry Dixon raise her eyes. Before she rould speak Sarah placed a finger to her lips, shook her head forebodingly and crossed to the chaise lounge. Then, with Celtic ingtinct for the dramatic, she paused. "What is it, Sarah?” “Sh, darling! Wait till I tell you. It's not right, it isn't, and somebody'll pay for it! Out and out falsifyin’ and there's blacker words I could use. It's not right at all." ■ What isn't right at all? What's happened?" Again old Sarah put a warning finger to her lips. “Not so loud,” shp cautioned, lowering her tone. "If they were to know I'd told—!" she raised two eyes heavenward as if expecting the firmament to rock at the suggestion. “Poor lamb.” she finished, muttering. “I’m that sorry for you!" Cherry was sitting bold upright

12 _su _ .. CONTEST jf RULES Write vour 5-word slogan, the name | | and address of your ice cream store and your name and address on a am ■ Hf ■■ 0+ piece of paper and enclose the padjP ■ m k die or paper disc that comes with 1C I Pollv Pops, or any paddle or disc of ■ ■ ® about the same size. ■ Slogans will be judged for original* Al/OrV in' and interest. Send as many as w XSm J ww w wIV wish. In case of ties, full award so r Polly Poo slogans. will be paid to tying parties. Con* Tor , ; . • , test will continue unul further notice Fivo slmolo words may win in newspaper . a priio for you. Start now. Name* of rwelv local *ioner* published Perhaps the enjoyment you get from ■dm *P* C * eT,rT wetkeating a delicious Polly Pop uUI MAIL SLOOANS TO POUT POPS help sou think of a good slogan like •’Every Bite a Real Delight " Buy The Indianapolis Times Polly Pops at your ice cream dealer's. Poddl* Type Disc Type I $26.00 In Weekly V I Two C.ih Prites o/ <*o F*ch Wl ■ I Two ah Pnrr* of $OO T.ch C9HP Jh U Two Cash Prises of S: 00 Fadi VA Six Cash Prises of SI.OO Fsch I |9^EBr zzr f %

i now. Impatiently she caught the woman's hand*. “But tell me what's happened!” she begged. Barah sat down beside the girl. "Well, then,” she said, plunging into her narrative. “I was looking for Martha to ask if the package had come from Wendells' and Just as I stepped in the hall I heard Martha i talkin' on the library telephone. “So I waited until she finished. No. sir,’ Martha says. 'Miss Cherry ain't at home and I don't know ! when she will be. She s gone to New j York.' Thai's what she says—it’s 1 God s truth! 'She's gone to New York.' “So when she put down the telephone I said, 'Martha, who is it you're tellin' such untruths to and ain't you ashamed of yourself?* I ‘Martha came back at me and said she guessed it was her duty to do what Mrs. Dixon said and what ' business of mine was it to be interferin'? Well, a few words passed between us snd do you know what I found out? It was that young newspaper fellow. Phillips—” “Dan!" Cherry's eyes were flashing. “Then he did call!" “Yes. and not just this one time neither. After I'd learned that much Martha warmed up and admitted he's been telephonin' the house every day. “Your mother wouldn't let Martha say anything about it and this morning she said if he called again Martha was to tell him you'd gone to New York.’ “Oh, but Sarah—!” “I know, darlin*. It's a black shame, that's what it is. As nice a young fellow as you'd be flndin’ anywhere, too. It's your father that's behind it. Still in a temper about what happened the other afternoon.” “But, Sarah, if Dan think's I’ve gone to New York he won’t call any more! Maybe he'll think I didn't want to see him—maybe he’ll blame me—!” mum *npHE older woman nodded, agree- -*• lng soberly. “And what'a to blame him?" she asked. "Young fellows don't like to be put off. They were that way in my day and I guess there's not much difference. It's too bad, honey, but we can t ; help it.” Suddenly Cherry had sprung to her feet, j“I will help it!” she exclaimed. 'They can't do this to me—they can't!” She stamped one of the small gold heels. “They’ve no right to tell lies and keep messages from me. I'm not a child any longer. I’m 19 !” Sarah was on her feet, too, her eyes dark with alarm. She put a restraining hand on the girl’s arm. “Quiet!” she begged. “Someone will hear you. You mustn't take it this way, Miss Cherry. You’ll only make things worse!” The girl drew back. Obediently her voice lowered, but hpr expression was as determined as ever. “Don't," Cherry said. “Oh"— with a rush of sudden emotion—don't you ree what this means to me? They're trying to make Dan think I don't care any longer. "They're trying to make him forget me! Well, I won’t let them do it. that’s all! I won't let them! Come on—there’s no time to lose. You'll have to help me !” Sarah's protests were useless. They fell on deaf ears. Repeatedly she- warned the girl that revolt was futile. Defiance of Walter J Dixon's orders was heresy. It was sheer madness! The words might as well have | been addressed to the wall. Aroused to action. Cherry was all at once a whirlwind. She flew about the room, pulling garments from hangers—a dress over her head, stockings, slippers. Harah followed patiently, helpuig with fasteners. “But what are you going to do?" she asked again. "Where are you | going?” Cherry pulled the brown felt over her head and gave it a tug. “Now listen,” she said, “I'm going to find Dan. I'm going to tell him I have not gone away and all the other things they told him were untrue. Now, here's how you're to help me ” m m m THE conspiracy was planned quickly. Sarah, her white face an open revelation, made a reconnoitering expedition to the first floor. She returned to report that Mrs. Dixon was busy with callers. Martha was on duty in the front of the house, but Cherry could escape unnoticed by descending the rear staircase and going out through the door that led to the garden. Sarah's further part was to busy herself in the sewing room and if any one inquired for Cherry to say the girl was asleep in her bedroom. ' May the Lord have mercy on the two cf us!” Sarah breathed fer-

vently as Cherry put a hand on the doorknob. The plan proved flawless. Within five minutes Cherry had reached the highway and was out of sight of the house. She walked the three blocks to the tiny drug store that exclusive Sherwood Heights not only tolerated, but found invaluable. There she made two telephone calls. One was to Dan Phillips at the News office. The other was to a taxicab company. Half an hour later the cab halted at a downtown street intersection. Cherry's face appeared, peering through the glass and a tall young man, clad in a gray suit, strode out from the curb. He entered the cab. “Oh, Dan, I was so afraid I'd miss you!” The girl's face was glowing, her eyes star-bright. Phillips did not smile. "Well,” he said evenly, “this is quite a surprice. I couldn't understand over the phone exactly what it was you were saying. Wasn't sure whether you said Fifth or Sixth street ” His manner and voice were mat-ter-of-fact, even a trifle aloof. There was nothing whatever about him to suggest the anguished, despairing suitor. For an instant Cherry was taken aback. She said tremulously: “I had to see you, Dan. I—l Just had to!” "Is there anything I can do for you? - ’ Still the calm, level tones. “Aren't you glad to see me?" The words burst from Cherry's lips unbidden. “Didn't you want me to come?” "Why, yes. Os course. Only it’s quite a surprise because I understood you'd gone east. New York or some place.” “But that's why I came, Dan! They didn’t tell me you’d called. I waited and waited expecting to hear from you and there weren't any letters and you didn’t telephone! “It was just this afternoon I found out they hadn’t been giving me your messages. Sarah —she’s

7T6GDK A DAY BY BRUCt CATTQN

FRANK BUCK is at it again. The genial wild animal collector who told such entertaining tales in “Bring ’Em Back Alive." has produced another book (in collaboration with Edward Anthony) called “Wild Cargo.” and if you like animal stories and general all-round excitement, I commend it to you heartily. Once again. Mr. Buck tells how he catches wild animals and brings them across the ocean for zoos and circuses in the United States. Evidently it's one of the jobs where, even if you don’t make much money, you have lots of fun. One time, for instance, a black leopard escaped from its cage on the deck of a coastal steamer in Indo-China. After scaring half the crew into fits, it leaped over the rail and tried to swim ashore—only to get eaten up by two sharks. * Mr. Buck also tells how he penned up a tiger in the Malay peninsula so a movie man could get some good pictures of it. and how he had to wade into the bush to rout the tiger so that it could be photographed. He tells, too, about the cobra that spat venom in his eye and nearly blinded him; about the pet bear that ate up a writer's manuscript and thereby relieved Mr. Buck of the company of an unmitigated bore; about the tiger that held the world's record for man-eating; about the python that swallowed a boy, and about the elephant that fell out of its sling while being lifted on to a steamer’s deck. All in all, it's a highly readable collection of yarns for hot weather. "Wild Cargo” is published by Simon <k Schuster, and sells for $3.

ITICKtftS

MSQPD PNMN v Five vowels are missing from each of the above lines of letters. Can you fill them si so as to form words? I

Yesterday's Answer

221 UlLAillL lb_2Z2o_J2_2l 10 3/ 18 . & The numbers from 8 to 52, mrlusive, . have been so placed that each of ibe hortronlal, vertical and diagonal rows of square* add to 10(1

TARZAN AND THE ANT MEN

• _ f y n^ow

Within the dim Interior of the strange rocky chamber where The First Woman had deposited him. Tarzan immediately became the center of Interest to the Alali young. They crowded about his unconscious figure, examined him, turned him over, pawed and pinched him. Being low in the scale of human evolution, nothing held their interest over-long. Soon they tired of Tarzan, and all trooped out into the sunlit courtyard. Fortunately for the ape-man, his fall from the wrecked biplane had been broken by the supple branches directly in the path of his descent.

THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES

the maid—found out they'd told you Td gone away. Oh, it was wicked of them! “And I was so afraid you’d think I didn't want to talk to you! You didn't think that, did you. Dan? You couldn't!” "Why, I’ve called a dozen times! Every day—” "They didn’t tell me!” “Then you mean it wasn't becaus; you didn't want to see me? You weren't just stalling?” “No, Dan, of course not. How could you think that! Oh, I’ve been *o miserable, so unhappy—”

OUR BOARDING HOUSE

PVatJ Aki’ YOUR IMIXA HM-M--lU'fe&e-S'fiAiQ I F'ftf'S KEEPS || filßHiUt f~.TAK£ BlTf* ■PCAU.VjFA'IV(C-R . Oii, "fHfW'u. 6-AiD L. 1 HEAP GEAR GF'fH’ £GAI>. tfeoPuC. Fiercest“fkißE or J 111 go getT U lid V CAHHIOALS 1 H-rW’ SOtTfW MAGMIFICEAi-r EAGuE BELLS o* \ g i SEAS "THEY MADE )\ TEATWER-HEAD-DRESS. pT v me ah Honorary presented -so me uiHeH -C7 / -m* S MEMBER* ( I WAS MADE A CHIEF A \ ASYLUM ) i

FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS

r ? rie nr ssem R/ veaw-a>j if it waSvit' HLbbysw* Sob. poooi-6, i bctchn ) =ott uw,wto mEvsb. POOO L {=S’ wE'O MeVER FOUMD J MAVC TLeSfc CuTi OOP W*v OUT cxJC. pups.. GEE. it s L „ HECE... 6PPP-*> SET OUT . Puppies, >T VvX, ,w rue L!SmT / FoecKceS % S—“t,—- \W_ *saimY v AI A S ku FROM -IWG

WASHINGTON TUBBS II

r REGMM>t! EfT EES \ 4U**'. IF 2EV Mtt ) Ug'SX ( l Y LOST, SUvO Taue. me* mos be)ll passports. J “lwL mv boat STOnimsikNS. roR 1 ~—~y r WM£TuF. ' caught ,WE HAF no runA S &oc j fire, i lost iv,:? ;• ’ :

SALESMAN SAM *

vim RIOT* CALL 1 . Our W'TW *Ot’ PaTROV

BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES

&l\ ,bw_\.v-iw tjlululo'. l wa6 %A,VCMO TWB <bOT-\T!>MN' V\AO If, , UAPPLNtO TO XOO—Uttfc TALUW' W , /gKfL

*> !tt b? M*r rCer Burroach*. lac All rif-iU n.rwl

THE words were lost in a sob. Cherry had turned her face away. “You mustn’t.” Phillips said gently. “You mustn't feel badly any longer. Please. Cherry—look at me!" There was a long pause and then slowly, hesitantly, the girl turned her head. “Dan!” “You darling!” She was in his arms, the velvet softness of her warm cheek pressed to Dan's. He found her lips, crushed them again and again. He thought the perfume of her hair

The happy result of his lucky fall was that he suffered only a slight concussion of the brain. Already he was slowly regaining consciousness. Shortly after the Alali young had left him. his eyes opened; his breathing was normal, as if he had just emerged from a deep but natural sleep, with only a dull in his head as a reminder of his accident. Sitting up. he looked about the crude shelter constructed of great slabs of stone. Slowly he rose and crossed to an opening where he had seen sunlight, and here the fresh air further revised him.

was like Incense arising about a goddess. Phipips drew back for an instant, staring Into the starry eyes. “You're so sweet. Cherry.” he whispered, catching her close again. The words might have been a prayer. "Then—you do care?” * “But didn’t you know? You must have! Oh, Cherry, these last three days have been rotten! I've been worried about you. Kept telephoning. but I couldn’t get any satisfaction. After a while I began to think maybe you didn’t want to talk to

—By Ahern

r I S OOSE QUO cotwrE i*"ll jy VRAM AM* v/u£tJ \*<C TSuu £M gg UOPPW M 0 wugM '•'C ABOUT TU6 VJOWD6BPUU .set wove But wutw They Discoueaeci sec TW6SS puppies TLißru. N tubv uu 8f au. V** P0866T All >3ou r e*ClTeO .’/ " l, B6im6 sows ms Mi mi fey. ""

f > GOSH! aiA - ifeiAsiXr s C T| weu.,s*M, worth t

Vi

Tarzan of the Apes looked out upon a narrow courtyard and saw in its shadows and sunlight the Alali squatting about. He looked at them in evident puzzlement. What were th£y? How had he come to this enclosure? Was it a prison? Running his fingers through his shock of black hair in a characteristic gesture of perplexity, he shook his head. He recalled the ending of his first solo flight In the biplane, even his fall through the foliage of the great tree. Beyond that, all was a blank. He stood a moment regarding the Alali, who acre unaware of his gaze upon them.

me. Couldn't really blame you—but after the things your father said " It was at that moment that the taxi driver decided he had endured enough. For several minutes the cab had been held up by traffic signals. Now the red light was glowing. “Sayhe said in a tone not to be ignored, “where do you people want to go?” “Anywhere." Dan told him. “Drive—er. drive out through Jefferson park.” The cab moved forward. Cherry's head nestled comfortably against

OUT OUR WAY

/CM Boy! WOulOm'T rr \/ OB AU. DE \ BE vnomoeofol To Be \ / Alls ! vs/vut } A SETHki' in* A ©OAT I j IS VO CALL. / WITH A mice / V A -THPi uJ 7 ] FIQ-MTIM' Am' STPUGGUM ( \ / om rv' end of a lime. 7 1 \ GAWSh! -IVE-ns, TH’ / \ q’ tv puls J l , UI WT 6rr LWLAMtK, e,Bu, imttlW c tl K

and Suppose/nossir. nsee,sir, BURNED ; Zl IMPOSTj TOO, EH. yi tts SHOE FOR safe* d&SXfIW lM C6.LVr\ / KEEPW4 - - Av*‘ GUESS / l X / 1 0T HAPPENED? / Wy 1 J SIB. Trf 1 '.I ,

It AM icafti— ohh , u-i-c-t , vllva — -avax you WfTH VOU , TXXb6OK>t K> ‘ f* WWOW SVNtAT.O 'AISA.\. ) \V s fOO OxOVIT f ST you' TV\KT* TWE 'fi'-rri HKVIt A LOU*. VOO XlS' TA M

*4 1 ' ' ■% *|UF6UT6 l T il I I HAS 866 M ~ § \\ SEAOCWi (I )>\ PoQ TMtf t \o ‘ y 9 V ‘ XY Tue local _ L** h • >'• ifrjj? i-Vy l ,: A*

r C AVJ, LSCTS beat IT, ROOMeY —J4 ‘Z LEPiVS. "ER FUATim-Q-LY-JaifT OF

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

Then he stepped boldly out Into the courtyard before them. Immediately they clustered about him, the girls pushing the boys aside and coming boldly close. Tarzan spoke to them in every dialect he knew, but they made no response aside from moving their bodies and shoulders and jerking their heads. This, the ape-man recognized, was a sort of sign language among them Presently they again lost interest and slouched back to their lounging. leaving Tarzan to pace the courtyard, as his keen eyg* searched for a possible avenue of escape. \

PAGE 13

Dan’s shoulder. His arm was about her. Neither realized how time was passing. (To Be Continued) Adults Learn Easily By Vnitrd Pres AMES, la., May 31.—Middle-aged persons are as apt at learning as youngsters. R. K. Bliss, of lowa Stat College, asserts. He says that adult education is as easy as juvenile education, and that the theory of youth as the best time for imbibing knowledge has no foundation in fact

—By Williams

—By Blosser

—By Crane

—By Small

—By Martin