Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 21, Indianapolis, Marion County, 4 June 1932 — Page 13

JUNE 4, 1932-

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REGIN HERE TO P AT ... . „ CHEHRT niXON 1 iwl pretty, tell* her mother .he I* *oir.f to In*, but tn*te<l meet. DAN PHILLIPS, newsptper reporter *tth whom he Vs In love Her we*ithy p.renU do not know •he 1* acquainted with D*n. Cherry foe, with him to interview . bank robber * *eet heart. She blunders Into underworld h*dq'jarv<r* ana a b iiet .trike* her arm D*n t*ke her to • doctor * office nd then home. He 1* trvu.lt to exp!*in what h* happened when MR DIXON *ppe*r DlsC- i* very antra and brandishes a riew.n.per cont.inin* Cherry’* picture and an eco .r.t of the .hooting. He order* Dan from the house pa-a nd SARAH. Cherry’* maid. d.*co er Dan ha* telephoned and been tv<! the girl U out of town Cherry utiu out of the house, meet* Dan and * X &e* lr te.l. her he love* her. When Cherry *rrive. home, her fsther is waitln* and ace *e. her of having met th* reporter Cherry defies her fa'her and fc. orders her to apologue or leave Bhe run* out of trie house Later that evening be find* Dan. tell* him what ha* happened and *ays. ’ Let a get marT ‘ They are married by a Justice of the p**re Friend* of Dan s find them and ► >ce a r lebrat'.on Cherry and Dan manage to steal away from the party. NOW GO ON WITH 7HF. STOKI CHAPTER TEN CHERRY crossed the room and gave the window shade a tug. Bright morning sunshine was a fine thing, but too much of it was as bad as none. It blinded you. She tossed her head back, shaking the tangled mass of dark hair into becoming disarray. Then she sat down in the big chair, leaned back and surveyed the room. She made an amusing picture. Pulled about her and tied securely at the waist was Dan Phillips’ old dressing gown A strange purplishred hue now. the dressing gown had once been a handsome brocade. It was many 'sizes too large. Cherry had rolled the sleeves back, but the shoulder seams reached almost to her elbows. Dainty lace trimmed lingerie showed where the dressing gown fell away. Her buckled pumps were tiny and narrow, her hose of the sheerest mesh. Suddenly she jumped up and went to the dressing table. A sheet of paper lay there, a few words srrawled on it in pencil. Cherry picked up the papier and read "Cherry—l love you. Be ready to have lunch with me. “I’ll call some time after 12. Dan.” She had read the words at least

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ALTHOUGH that group, largely on paper, known as the Republican Veterans of Indiana. Inc., Is being given credit for bringing Raymond Springer of Connersville. into the race for the Republican nomination for Governor, yet it played only a minor part in the picture, they tell me. Real motive power behind the Springer campaign is limited to two persons, cx-Governor James E. Goodrich, and open-faced John Owen of Noblesville. Several months ago this column said that Springer was the real choice of Goodrich, who, as long as he could not get him to enter, was backing the play of the friends of Frederick Landis, Logansport editor and publisher. But now that Springer has Kuccumbcd to the seductions of John Owen, the former Governor is only too ready to push him along, for Goodrich always has striven to control the Governor. Owen, presuming on the fact that he was the campaign manager for Senator Jim Watson in 1920, and his close friond, is attempting to convey the impression that the latter is also batting for Springer, but as yet the senator has made no open gesture in the Governor situation. There can be little doubt that Owen believes that. In Springer, he has found a natural. n There is a great dAal of sentiment among the Republican ex-service men in favor of having a comrade head the ticket. They feel that Paul V. McNutt, former state and national commander of the American Legion, will be the Democratic nominee and the only way to offset his drawing power is to have a Republican Governor candidate with appeal to veterans. Springer, as first state commander of the legion, seemed to Owen to be the natural choice.

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a dozen times. At first it had been a surprise to realize that never before had she seen Dan s handwriting That was odd, and still it wasn't. There were so many*things Cherry had yet to learn about this young husband of her*. Her husband! The girl's smile became a dreamy sort of radiance. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and stared, fascinated. Was that what love did to you? She seemed an entirely different person than she had been yesterday. The worn-put dressing gown caught her* eye and suddenly the smile became a rippling laugh. Os course she was a different person. She was Mrs. Daniel Phillips! "Oh, I'm so happy ” Cherry sang aloud. “I’m so happy!” She whirled in a clashing pirouette and flung herself upon the bed. Each morning at home. Cherry had started the day with fruit, hot rolls and steaming coffee. Usually they were brought to her bedside on a tray. Sarah would be there to pour the zottee and ask if everything was as it should be. Sarah would bring a luilted satin breakfast coat and dip it about the girl’s shoulders to <eep her warm while she ate. Sarah, bless her! Where was she and what was she doing now? What were Cherry's mother and father thinking of the way their daughter had run off the night before? Were the servants whispering and wondering what had happened? Did others outside the house know about it? For an instant the girl felt a pang of guilt. Her mother would be worrying. Crying perhaps at this very moment. Cherry loved her mother. She loved her father, too—when he was not roaring out orders or frightening her. Perhaps she should write a note—- * n a CHERRY S chin raised and set in a firm line. No, indeed! If she wrote they would imagine she was asking for forgiveness. She could not do it! The dainty platinum watch on the girl's wrist reminded her it was growing late. Almost 10:30. There

Besides that, Springer was the old Sixth district chairman and heads the new Tenth. He has a wide acquaintance over the state and in addition— He has been attorney for Owen in several lucrative federal bank receiverships that come to reward the manager of the Watson 1920 campaign. The candidate and his sponsor are also tied together in a Texas oil deal, they tell me, so what would be more natural than for John to want his ow-n attorney and business colleague to head the Republican ticket? Owen, although not displaying it openly, never has felt kindly toward M. Bert Thurman, so far the leading contender for the nomination, which is another angle. It dates back to 1920. when Thurman was made internal revenue collector by Watson. Owen had selected his own candidate for that post, Charley Wheeler, now Noblesville postmaster, and from what they tell me. had given him the gravest assurance that he would get this desirable political plum. It was thought to placate Thurman with a public service commission post, but either Governor Warren McCray did not come through, or Bert didn't w'ant that job, so Watson disappointed Owen and Wheeler and made Thurman the internal revenue collector. Naturally, John was sore, and this is his opportunity to get even, so he is backing Springer. But what both forget is that the delegates will recall that Springer was the attorney for Harry Rowbottom of Evansville, Klan congressman, convicted a year ago in federal court of selling postoffices, and they tell me that the delegates already are beginning to wonder why Rowbottom went all the way from Evansville to Connersville to get an attorney. You answer that one!

would be an hour and a half at least before Dan telephoned. What about breakfast? She decided not to go out for it; then almost instantly changed her mind. After all there was nothing to do until Dan called. A breath of fresh air and brisk walk would be good for her. She discarded the dressing robe and hung it away. Dan's clothing crowded the tiny closet to overflowing. As Cherry turned, she realized what a really hideous room this was. Dark, dismal paper on the walls. Worn spots in the carpet. Two of the dressing table drawers were pulled out revealing garments tossed about. Newspapers and magazines in staggering piles littered the table and one of the chairs. The furniture was not only out of date; it looked as though it had not been dusted for days. What a contrast to her rose and blue boudoir at home! Cherry considered this a moment, then shrugged. “We won't stay here long,” she told herself. “Dan said we could move and I'll begin looking at apartments right after lunch.” The beige crepe Cherry had worn the night before hung over a chair. She held it up, shaking her head. It was certainly not a costume to wear to breakfast in a restaurant. The tiny cap sleeves and becoming neckline were of lace, over which skillful French fingers had labored for long hours. Too elaborate, too distinctive in its simple, unusual manner of cutting and seaming for the street. Still there was no choice. Cherry slipped the frock over her head and snapped the fastenings. Another note for her mental memorandum; she would have to buy some clothes. With the polo coat pulled about her and the brown hat drawn down

7TTSGDK A BY BRUCE CAITQN

PROBABLY there are, somewhere, certain World war aviators who have not yet written books about World war aviators. Their numbers are dwindling, however. Give them time, and they’ll all be authors. The newest one on the list Is Philip Arnall, who contributes "Portrait of an Airman,” an occasionally exciting novel about a young Englishman who became an ace. Mr. Arnalls hero started out as an officer in a home defense battalion in England. Tiring of the monotony of his job, he applied for transfer to an aviation school—and, to his surprise, was accepted. From that moment the World war as far as he was concerned resolved itself into a contest between his job and his nerves. First he served as pilot on a sort of shuttle line, taking new planes to France for the fighting men. Then he was ordered to a combat and developed into an aerial fighter patrol and went up to the lines; later he became a flight commander of considerable fame. At the end of the book we find him back in England, acting as test pilot at an aviation experiment station. If there hadn't been so many books by and about war-time fliers this one would probably make something of a sensation. It's pretty well done. Some of the descriptions of the fighting in France are splendid, and the flier's unending struggle to keep his grip on himself In spite of his nerve-racking job is nicely handled. Mr. Arnall really should have written his book five years ago. It is published by Covici, Friede, Inc., and retails at $2.50.

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TARZAN AND THE ANT MEN

The Third Woman was conducting her new mate from the cave to the corral where she would keep him prisoner. She heard the beating of the naked heels and heavy bludgens arising from the corral of The First Woman whom she had slain. As individuals, she did not care what became of the First Woman's children. Only community interest prompted her to release them that they might search for food and their services not be lost to the tribe through starvation. She would not feed them herself, of course, as they did not belong to her.

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smoothly. Cherry set forth. Downstairs the hotel lobby, with its chajideliers still burning, looked exactly as It had the night before. A clerk she had not seen stood at the desk. Very self-conscious-ly Cherry approached and left her room key. She went out into the sunshine. The air was cool, bracing, but with that indefinable quality that never, never any but a day of spring can boast. Cherry breathed deeply, wondering why all the world was not out to enjoy the glorious morning.

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SHE made her way to the restaurant where she and Dan had gone the night before. At the corner she stopped and bought a newspaper. The want ad pages might hell* her to find a place for her and Dan to live. Cherry never had read a want ad. but she understood vaguely that people who had apartments to rent advertised them there. An apple-cheeked waitress in a fresh yellow uniform smiled at Cherry and presented the menu card. “Orange juice, coffee and toast,” the girl ordered. She spread the newspaper to its full size and

But The Third Woman took her time. Her powerful fingers entangled in the hair of her snarling spouse, she dragged the protesting creature to her own corral. Removing the great entrance slab, she thrust him roughly within, giving him a kick to speed him on, replaced the slab and turned leosurely toward the nearby corral of The First Woman. Removing its stone door, she passed through the two chambers and entered the eourtyard at the very moment the lodest girl was advancing upon Tarzan of the Apes.

glanced at the first page hastily. A headline caught her eye. MISS DIXON BRIDE OF NEWSPAPER REPORTER It was only a paragraph. The brief report stated that Miss Cherry Dixon, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Walter J. Dixon of Sherwood Heights, and Daniel Phillips, reporter for the Wellington News, had been married the night before by Justice of the Peace Cunningham. The paragraph listed the schools Cherry had attended, adding that she was a popular member of the younger social set. Another sentence stated that Dan was on the News editorial staff

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and previously had been employed by the Sentinel. Cherry was flushed and her eyes bright as she read the last words. So every onee knew! Her father and mother must have seen that paragraph. Well, they would understand now that she had meant what she said! Lost in these thoughts. Cherry scarcely noticed when the waitress returned with her order. She remembered presently, drank the orange juice and coffee and nibbled at the toast. Then she paid her bill and departed. She went directly to the hotel.

OUT OUR WAY

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anxious to hear from Dan. It seemed a long while before the telephone rang and his voice came over the wire. “Hello! That you. Cherry?” “Yes. Dan. I’ve been waiting for you.” “How are you, baby? Sorry I couldn't give you a ring earlier, but I've been chasing all over town. Listen, dear, we ll have to call off that lunch date.” “Oh. Dan!” “It's bum luck, but there's no way out of it. I'm parked out here at the airport and there's no telling when we’ll get away. (To Be Continued'

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