Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 42, Indianapolis, Marion County, 29 June 1932 — Page 31

JUKE 29, 1932.

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I s*o?.* hkke today I CHERRY DIXON, ’.9-v**r-oid ,Mu*ht#r of wrsithv parents. fall* in Wv(. *ith DAN PHILLIPS newimsper ** Dorter Rhe ausrrel* with her lather •bout Dan. leave* home and, taking Advantage of Leap Year, atka Dan to Btsrrv her. ~ Thev are married and for the first Alme Cherry finds what it means to lack Imoney. Her struggle* with housework •re discouraging DIXIE SHANNON, movie critic of the ffew*. 1$ friendly with Cherry. She meets handsome MAX PEARSON who , Also work* on the News. Cherry receive* a letter from her mother enclosing a cheek for 1500. She returns the check, because pride will not let her keep It. Dan. worried about {—*. t:sda.-tske> to write a short storv but becomas discouraged and leaves it unfinished. i Two dav* later Cherry learn* her mother is critically ill. Cherry goes borne and at her mother's bedside the lather and daughter are reconciled. MRS. DIXON passes the crisis of her Illness but. as time passes, does not recuperate properly. The doctor prescribes several months •t the seashore. Cherry's father asks her to go with her mother, but she refuses and Mr. Dixon decides to go hlmelf. Cherry sees her parents oft at the railroad station. Dan becomes discouraged when a story ne has sent to a magazine Is returned. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER THIRTY (Continued) Miss Evans, the nurse, looking almost like a stranger in her chic blue frock and hat, sat with Cherry •nd her mother in the rear seat. TTie train was to leave at 10 •’clock, but already the day was Varm. Mrs. Dixon, dressed in thin fcray silk, appeared pale and delicate as she leaned back against the •eat. Her hand, in its gray glove, Hung to Cherry's. ‘:‘lt doesn’t seem right to leave she was saying. “I know I’m going to be worried—” “But that’s nonsense! Miss Evans, you mustn't let her do anything of the sort. There’s nothing to worry (About. You’re to have a lovely time feunning yourself and looking at the •cean and taking long drives. “You must write and tell me all •bout it and I’ll write you everything that happens here. That is, if •nything does happen. I don’t supjpose there’ll be much to tell.” The limousine swerved into the (Circular drive that led to the entrance of the station. Another minute and the car had halted. Martin had the door open and was helping them out. “Plenty of time,” Walter Dixon •ssured them. “We've another ten minutes yet.” There was always plenty of time wherever Walter Dixon was concerned. Punctuality ■Was a part of his creed. They found seats in the waiting koom. Mr. Dixon disappeared, then returned with newspapers and magazines. In what seemed an incredibly short time the train was pulling Into the station. Cherry's arms were around her mother. Kisses, farewells, renewed promises. All about them others were saying gcod-by, calling greetings. Cherry could not go beyond the train gate. She waved until her parents and the nurse had disappeared into the car. Then she turned her eyes a mist bf tears. For the first time she realized that she had cut herself completely and finally from the past. What was ahead? CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE THE heat wave came. It arrived with scorching sun and days that seemed breathless from early piorning until late at night. There was no breeze. Grass scorched in the parks where men ftrd women and children, finding their lodgings unbearable, spread newspapers and slept on the ground. There was no rain—nothing to break the relentless succession of sultry days. Dan was working longer hours. The vacation schedule was in force and the staff was short several men. He had to reach the office by 7:30. An hour before that time Cherry Irose to start the coffee and prepare breakfast. It was the only part of the day that approached comfort. By 8 o’clock the sun was shining in the apartment windows and hot air Was rising from the pavements. If the shades were lowered, they Shut off the faint stir of air that Was the only promise of relief. The heat wave began the second Week in July. The third week came and it had not diminished. The fourth week opened and still there was no rain, no breeze, no sign of fcooler weather. Cherry seemed to wilt. She tried to keep the apartment in order, to offer Dan cool, appetizing meals, but the strain began to tell on her. Bhe grew paler than usual and her eyes were dark circled. Letters came from her mother,

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describing the seashore resort. Mrs. Dixon was feeling stronger. The sea air was invigorating and the hotel had proved to be a quiet, comfortable place. Mr. and Mrs. Dixon had made a few acquaintances—not too many—and found them to be men and women of their own rigid, social standards. They were using the car almost daily, and were glad they had decided to keep Martin with them for the summer. It was during the third week of the heat wave that Cherry, driven by the fact that laundry bills had been mounting higher and higher, bent Over the ironing board before the two open windows of the living room and tried to give Dan’s shirt the same smooth finish the laundry gave it. The door leading Into the hall stood open. Cherry was dressed in a recent purchase, a 95-cent apron that served as a house dress. Her hair was pushed back from her face and screwed into a knot. Her face was guiltless of powder or makeup and she wore a shabby pair of shoes, because they were comfortable. It was hard work ironing. She had finished three shirts and her shoulder ached,‘but the pile of unironed garments was only halfexhausted. Cherry knew she was not skillful at ironing. She was slow at it, and none of the things looked quite as they should. It meant a saving of more than a dollar a week, though, to have the laundry delivered “rough dried.” n tt n SHE felt something against her foot and looked down. Pinky, the kitten, had been lying at full length on the floor before the window. Now he stood up, stretched, and looked at Cherry appealingly. “What’s the matter, Pinky?” she asked. “Are you hot, too?” For answer the kitten leaped to the window seat. He settled there as though waiting for a breeze. A voice from the doorway called, “Well, of all things to be doing on a day like this—!” Cherry turned. “Hello, Dixie,” she said. “Come ill. I can’t offer you a cool place to sit, but that chair by the window is probably best.” Dixie dropped her bundles on the table. She wore a brilliant green silk sport dress, rumpled now and the worse for wear, a broadbrimmed straw hat with a green band around it, and sandals that matched almost, but not exactly. “Put down that iron, cherub,” Dixie instructed. “Here’s a pint of strawberry sherbet. It’s probably half melted and if it isn’t eaten right now there’ll be nothing left of it. No, don’t bother—l know where to get the dishes!” she was in the kitchen already dishing out the cool, pink mixture. Cherry turned off the electric iron. She followed Dixie to the kitchen. “It’s sweet of you to do this,” Cherry said as both girls sank into chairs and began to eat the sherbert. “It’s delicious” “Not so many calories as ice cream,” the other informed her. “Not that you have to worry about them. Lord, I wish I had your figure!” Dixie took another spoonful of sherbet. “But I'm forgetting the news!” she went on almost immediately. “Darling, I’m leaving Saturday for two weeks in Canada!” “Oh. how wonderful!” “Isn’t it? You know I'd decided to wait until September and go to New York, but yesterday' I had a wire from a girl I know in Chicago. She’s taking the boat trip to Quebec and wanted me to come with her. I got all excited about the idea and went to see Bates. “He said it was o. k. with him and so I wired Florence. I’m to meet her Sunday. Honestly, I’m as thrilled as a kid at his first circus!” “I should think you would be. Two weeks on a boat—oh, it sounds heavenly!” "It's going to take my last cent,” Dixie admitted matter-of-factly. “I’ve bought anew evening dresswhite lace, don’t you think that’s pretty?—and a white skirt with a blue flannel jacket and a printed chiffon that will do for afternoon or evening. Wait, I’ll show you—” zThe new gowns were unwrapped and displayed hastily. Dixie held the white evening dress up for Cherry to admire, explaining that it really had been a wonderful bar-

gain. Fifty-nine fifty reduced to $25. Cherry looked down at her flimsy apron, her worn-out shoes. She pushed the hair back from her forehead. What a sight she must be! “ITI have to go on with this ironing,” she said as she arose. “But don’t go. Stay and tell me about your trip.” “No, it's time for me to be getting upstairs. I’ve a million things to do. Cherry, how on earth can you iron when it’s as hot as this?” “Dan needs the shirts,” Cherry explained. “He put on the last clean one in the drawer this morning. Besides I don’t seem to feel the heat any more when I’m busy than when I’m doing nothing.” “Well, there isn’t a man living I’d iron shirts for today! I’ll drop in again before I go. See you later.” “Thanks for the sherbet,” Cherry called as the other girl disappeared. Dixie’s answer was lost as she mounted the stairs. nun UP and down the ironing board, up and down, Cherry’s hand moved. The shirt sleeves, then the collar and then the front. A button off here. That must be sewed on before the shirt was folded away. She wiped the perspiration from her forehead, laid another shirt on the board. As the iron moved back and forth her thoughts flew to the cool white deck of a ship. Not such a ship as Dixie would sail on—an ocean liner, huge and majestic. Cherry could see white foam splashing against the blue. .Gulls gliding to the surface of the water and then soaring aloft. Oh, to be on such a ship! To feel the rush of the cold wind—! With a sudden cry she put the iron on its stand. There on the sleeve of one cf Dan’s newest shirts was a yellow-brown scorched spot. It was after 6 when Dan arrived. Cherry was putting away the last of the Ironing. She had not had time to dress. “This place is like an oven,” Dan announced. “We can’t eat here.” “You go somewhere if you want to,” Cherry told him. “I don’t feel

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AS a small boy, Roger Drayton mooned in the library of his father’s southern plantation house and absorbed the great stories of the sea. Early in his 'teens he made a voyage with his uncle, master of a square-rigged ship. When his uncle refused to make a sailor out of him, he jumped ship, stowed away on another sailing vessel and persuaded its captain to take him on as a hand before the mast. And so he began the traditional climb—second mate, mate and finally master, roaming the wide world over, a wandering spirit in a wandering body, taking his bumps and finding his spiritual bearings in the age-old way of the sea. This is the thread around which Will Levington Comfort has written “The Pilot Comes Aboard,” and I don’t mind saying that it is one of the very best novels of the year. Its plot is simple enough. But the story becomes, as all good sea stories become, not so much a tale of a sailor as a tale of the voyaging of the human spirit. I do not know just how authentic Mr. Comfort’s sea lore may be—it sounded genuine enough to this landsman—and I don’t care. The book as a whole is truly excellent. Its final chapters sag a bit, but it doesn’t matter much. , If you miss this book, you’ll be missing something that seems to me to be extraordinarily fine. “The Pilot Comes Aboard" is published by Dutton and sells for $2.50.

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DAN telephoned later to say they had an invitation. Casey, the news editor, had rented a cottage at Willow lake, forty miles away. Mr. and Mrs. Casey were hospitable souls. They had invited a group from the office for a moonlight beach party the following Saturday. There was good swimming at Willow lake and it was cooler than the city. Cherry was delighted. “But howli we get there?” she asked. “You and I will drive down with Max. The rest are going with Casey or jo Beach.”

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The prospect of the outing seemed to do a great deal for Cherry. She washed and ironed her prettiest tennis frock. It was all white, cut with tiny sleeves and a full skirt that made her look almost like a little girl. Dixie loaned her a bathing suit. Dixie had anew one and the old suit that had become too tight for her fit Cherry very well. It was bright red, more daring than anything Cherry had ever worn, but undeniably becoming. Max and Dan were to come for

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her at 5:30. Cherry had the swimming suits packed and was ready before that time. She wor* the white dress and looked cool and attractive. The bell rang and Cherry hurried down the stairs. Pearson stood in the hallway. “Where’s Dan?” she asked. “Tied up with a little work at the last minute. We’re to stop at the office for him.” (To Be Continued.)

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