Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 37, Indianapolis, Marion County, 23 June 1932 — Page 13

TUNE 23, 1932.

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BEC.TN HEBE TODAY CHERRY DIXON. pr*ttv U-rnr-old <J*ughtfr of w**Hhv parents. falls In love with DA.N PHILLIPS, newspaper reporter. She quarrela with her father about Ran, leave* home anfl, taking advantage of Le*P Yeae, asks Dan to marry her .. „ They are married and for the first time Cherry find* out what It mean* to lack money. Her struggle* with house work are discouraging. OJXIK SHANNON, movie critic of the New*. 1* friendly with Cherry. Bhe meet* handsome MAX PEARBON, who also works on the News. Cherry receives a letter from her mother, inclosing a Check for *SOO. She return* the check, because pride will not let her keep It Dan undertakes to write a short story, becomes discouraged and leave* It unfinished Two day* later Cherry learns her mother Is critically ill. She goes home, but i* not allowed to see MRS. DIXON. After a terrifying wait. Cherry's father tell* her the doctor is ready to see them NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE iContinued) For Cherry it was the beginning •fa vigil that seemed endless. She sat amid surroundings that had once been as familiar as her own features in the mirror. The room was done in rose and blue. The ivory-tinted furniture. That Window looking out over the garden. This carpet, soft as down beneath her feet. All of it was exactly as it had been and yet everything was different. “I’m to blame,” the girl told herself bitterly. “It’s my fault. If mother dies, I'm the one who’ll be responsible.” The tears would not come now. Cherry sat immobile as a statue. Once when she heard footsteps in the hall she arose and went to the door. It was the nurse again. She put a finger to her lips and shook, her head. Cherry returned to her seat. After a. time she heard steps again and knew it was the doctor. Sunset came and then dusk. The *ky outside was darkening when someone entered the room. “Father!” Cherry exclaimed, halfrising. The man on the threshold said grimly, “Dr. Knowles is waiting.” CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX CHERRY was on her feet now. The eager hope that had shone in her eyes vanished as quickly as it had appeared. Her father remained in the doorway. Not so much as a muscle seemed to change in that relentless fare. “Dr. Knowles—?” Cherry began. “He's in the living room. We’re to go there.” They went down the stairs, Cherry just a little ahead. She did not look at her father again. Through the doorway of the living room she saw the doctor standing before the fireplace. There was a great bowl of roses on the table at the right. Cherry’s mother always had kept flowers in that bowl, cutting and arranging them herself each morning. There was the basket where her mother kept the bit of sewing she liked to have handy for the hours before dinner. Nothing was changed and yet the whole room seemed empty now. Deserted. Cherry rushed forward. “Oh, Dr. Knowles, tell me!” she cried. “I can’t bear this waiting. I can’t bea? it! I’ve got to know —!” Dr. Knowles put an arm about the girl's shoulders. “There, there!” he said soothingly. “You promised me you’d be brave and have control of yourself. “We’re not discouraged. Not in the least. We’re making the biggest fight we know how. You must help us!” He had known Cherry almost since babyhood, had seen her through the attack of chickenpox which, at 5, was her first illness. The girl buried her face in his shoulder. A moment later when she looked up, she was dry-eyed. Walter Dixon’s deep voice broke in. He said crisply, “How is she, doctor? Has there been any change?” The doctor nodded. “Mrs. Dixon has been resting,” he said, “and rest is what she needs above all else. She slept for almost two hours this afternoon. She’s awake now, but we're hoping she'll drop off again btfore long.” He turned to Cherry. “Will you promise,” he said firmly, “that if I let you see your mother for a few moments you won’t become hysterical? Will you promise to go in quietly and say just a word or two and then leave?” “Oh, yes, doctor—l promise!”

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“Well, then,” Dr. Knowles considered, “I think it might be a good idea. Nothing must happen that could disturb her. You understand that? If she should suddenly become aroused—worried—any slight emotional disturbance just now would be dangerous. “On the other hand, I think she’d be pleased to know you’re here. Well?” "I'll do exactly as you say, doctor,” Cherry said earnestly. “I'll— I'll be brave!” The doctor looked across at the other man. “I think you’d better come too, Walter,” he said quietly. an ft 'T'HE three mounted the stairs -*■ and walked down the hall to Mrs. Dixon's room. A nurse—not the one Cherry had seen beforeopened the door in answer to the doctor’s light knock. ‘She’s awake,” the nurse whispered and stepped back for them to enter. A single lamp, heavily shaded, gave the only light in the room. The shades at the windows had been drawn and the furniture showed only as dark outlines casting black shadows. Against the opposite wall, just out of the lamplight, was the great white bed. The face on the pillow’ looked as colorless as the pillow slip. A tired face. Expressionless. The gray hair, drawn back severely, made the face seem old. One arm lay out over the covers. It was Dr. Knowles who stepped forward. The tired eyes seemed to widen a trifle. “Someone to see you,” he said quietly, “I’m only going to let her stay a few moments. Cherry—?” The girl knelt at the bedside. Her two hands, so strong and young, clasped the mother’s enfeebled one. “Mother! Oh. mother!” Cheery breathed the words as though they were a prayer. Her head bowed down against the covers. “Cherry!” It was the barest whisper, but both men heard it. The girl lifted her head. There were tears in her eyes, but she was smiling. “Oh. mother, dear, you're going to I get well now in a hurry! You must.” A transformation seemed to have come over the mother's face. “My —little—girl.” she whispered. But she was not looking at Cherry. Her eyes had raised, They turned toward Walter Dixon, lingered plead- ! ingly. “Walter,” she said slowly. The man bowed at the other side of the bed. He did not speak. Only the eyes that had seemed a grim and unrelenting a few minutes before were veiled by a thin mist. There was a moment of silence. Then, as though summoning supreme strength, the woman went on waveringly: “Walter—forgive— Cherry?” Dixon’s hand slid over the coverlet. It found his wife’s. Then the heavier, darker fingers clasped Chermoments when the stillness seems alive with a thousand voices. The man's words broke the spell. “It's all right, Alice,” he said huskily. “‘Everything’s going to be all right as soon as you’re stronger.” The nurse's starched uniform rustled in the background. Dr. Knowles stepped forward. “You’ll have to say ‘good-night’ now,” he said with professional firmness. “It’s time for Mrs. Dixon to be resting.” For an Instant Cherry’s lips brushed her mother’s hand. She clung to the fingers, then slowly released them. “Good-night,, mother,” she said softly as she rose. “I'll be here in the morning.” Dixon did not speak again. The two men and the girl fled out of the room. an IN the hall, with door closed behind them. Dr. Knowles fumbled for his watch, found it and announced hurriedly: “Well, I’ll have to be off. I'll telephone in an hour or two. “Sleep is what she needs now. If she can get that, it’s a big gain. Good-niglit, Cherry. Good-night, Walter!’ The doctor’s broad shoulders disappeared down the stairway. Cherry raised her eyes timidly to meet her father’s. Suddenly the girl was in his arms, her face buried against

his coat, and she was sobbing desperately. He tried to quiet her. Cherry’s shoulders rose and sank convulsively. “Don't!” Dixon said. “You mustn’t cry this w’ay. Your mother may hear you.” “It's —my—fault!” the girl moaned brokenly. ‘‘lt’s—my fault she’s like this!” Dixon’s arm tightened about his daughter. “There's no use saying such things,’ he told her heavily. “Or thinking them. We’ve all made mistakes.” “I can’t help it!” Cherry protested. “Oh, if anything should happen—!” “Knowles says she has a chance. It all depends on these next few days.” The girl did not answer. Her sobbing continued less violently. Dixc.n patted her shoulders. It was as near a caress as Cherry could remember having received from her father. “I think you’d better spend the night here,” he told her. “The nurse will let us know if there’s any change. Now, Cherry, you must pull yourself together—!” She raised her head and the tremulous lips made an effort at steadiness. For an instant Cherry’s eyes met her father’s. Neither spoke, but in that instant each understood the other. nun DIXON went downstairs and Cherry returned to her bedroom. She saw that Sarah had laid out a dainty nightgown and dressing robe. The light from the dressing table fell on rose satin cushions, throwing them into dazzling brilliance. There was a soft breeze stirring the curtain gently. The girl paused. Was it real or all some horrible nightmare? Here

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That he had courage Tarzan well knew from the manner in which he had faced what must have been, to so diminutive a people, a most deadly and ferocious beast. Indeed, the entire party's hopeless attack upon the Alalus woman had proved that they were all courageous, and the ape-man admired and respected courage. He still found it difficult at times to accept them as a reality, so accustomed is man to doubt the existence of any form of life with wßich he is not familiar. Now they had been traveling for about six hours across the plain.

apartment and after a time Dan answered. He said, yes, he had found her note. Was her mother any better? He hoped she would be soon. A few more words and the conversation was at an end. Sarah bustled about getting the room ready for the night. There was the sound of water running in the bathtub and then Sarah saying, “Your bath, Miss Cherry.” The girl undressed and bathed mechanically. Before she got into bed the nurse tapped at the door: “Your mother’s dropped asleep

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again ” she said. “I thought you'd like to know.” “Does that mean—?” “It’s a good sign. I’ve just talked to the doctor and he was pleased.” The nurse departed. Cherry turned out the light and slipped between the fresh linen sheets. The bed was as soft as down. There was no sound bfit the faint rustling of the trees outside the window. The breeze was fresh and comforting. Cherry closed her eyes and tried to sleep, but the silence of the house seemed ominous. She repeated the

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The pygmies knew nothing of bows and arrows and they watched with keen interest the ape-man's every move until he had brought down a buck. Then they rushed forward, surrounding Tarzan and his kill, talking with more excitement than he had seen them exhibit on any other occasion. Their interest centered upon the arrows that had so easily laid the deer low, for to them this deer was as large as. the largest elephant would have been to Tarzan. Then they looked at Tarzan, smiled, and rubbed their palms together very rapidly with a circular motion; they were applauding.

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