Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 59, Indianapolis, Marion County, 19 July 1932 — Page 11

JULY 19, 1932

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CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT THE gray kitten mewed again. It sat on the fifth step down from the top of the flight, and as Phillips reached for It, the kitten backed away. Its fur mounted perpendicularly, and from its mouth came a sharp, hlssihg “PhfTt!” It was Cherry’s kitten. “Pinky!” Dan Phillips exclaimed. He picked up the little animal, holding it to the light. It was Pinky—there could be no doubt about it. Pearson, below, asked impatiently: *’What’s the idea? What's the cat get to do with ?” But Dan was not listening. One quick glance about him and he was running up the stairs. There wrre three doors opening off the third-floor hallway. One led to Dixie Shannon's tiny quarters and another to the Moreaus’ .rooms. Phillips never had stepped behind the third door. It was a vacant apartment—but, no, a tiny crack of light gleamed above the door sill. A half dozen strides carried Dan to that door. The kitten, having established acquaintanceship, cradled close to his arm. It was purring in a sleepy sing-song. Dan knocked. There tvas no answer, but he heard a rustling sound on the opposite side of the door He knocked a time. Then slowly, hesitantly, the door opened. There she stood! Cherry wearing the yellow housedress in which he had seen her so often. The lamplight fell on that yellow dress and made it golden. Cherrys face was pale. She raised wide, dark-fringed eyes to Dan’s. The young man said, ‘‘Cherry—!” As often as she had rehearsed the scene to follow—as often as she had hoped for it—what happened in the next few moments was nothing whatever like Cherry’s imaginings. Dan took a step forward. He held out the kitten and Cherry took it In her arms. “Here,” Dan said. “Pinky—l found him on the steps." The words halted. The young man was looking intently at the girl's face. He did not move—was not even standing inside the room. He did not try to touch Cherry, but remained there staring at her. a a u IT was the girl who recovered from her surprise first. She put a hand to her throat, smiled in a way that was not quite convincing, said in a low, throaty voice, “Thank you, Dan. I—l guess you're surprised to see me!” He nodded. It was not Dan's voice that answered, but one that was entirely strange and seemed to belong to another person. “Yes, it is a surprise. Have you been here all the time, Cherry? I didn't know ” “I didn't want you. to. The janitor said it was all right. He let me stay here. I've been down in the apartment, too—but only when I knew you wouldn’t be there. “No one saw me. I didn’t want anyone to know about It. Pinky's been here all the while, but tonight he must have slipped out when I wasn't noticing.” Level glances. Level, matter-of-fact voices. And all the while the flaming, stabbing words so close to Dans lips. There was the briefest pause and then Phillips made a tremendous effort. He said, ‘‘Cherry—you want me to go, don't you?” “Why. I—” “If that's what you want I’ll do it.” Suddenly Dan was voluble. “I'll do anything you say, Cherry. I mean—anything! You can have a divorce if you want it. Everything was my fault —I know that now. “There’s no reason why you should be tied to a dub like me! I couldn’t expect it after the way I’ve treated you. We’ll arrange things in the quietest way—make it as easy for you as possible. “Oh, you’re a million times too good for me and *1 know it! I’ve made every kind of fool of myself a man can. I couldn't expect you to forgive the things I've done! “And I want you to be happy, Cherry! I want that more than anything else in the world. I’ll— I'll even give you up if that will make you happy!” He could keep from it no longer. Suddenly Dan's arms went around the girl. He caught her close to

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him. Dan whispered, “Darling—oh, my dear—my dear, I love you so much!” It was like a miracle. Cherry’s soft cheek, like warm velvet, against his own. Cherry unresisting that fervent embrace. Cherry raising eyes that were like starlight. Cherry —his own beloved Cherry close in his arms! And suddenly the miracle became reality. She drew away. The girl’s eyes—they were no longer level and matter-of-fact, but radiant, misty and gloriously tender —met Dan’s. She whispered. “Don't leave me again, Dan! I couldn't stand it. I don't want you to go away again—ever!” “You mean you don’t want a divorce? You'll give me another chance? Oh. Cherry. I swear that if you do, everything will, be different. “I’ll never be such a fool again. I love you, Cherry. You're the only one in the world I love! Don't you know that?” * M U 'T'HERE were footsteps on the starca.se. Max Pearson's head emerged above the railing as the two in the doorway turned. “Cherry!” Pearson exclaimed. “Well, I'm certainly glad to know you're all right! Has Dan told you we've! been tearing the' j town apart to find you? Thought you’d been kidnaped or smashed up in an accident !” The girl shook her head. “Dan didn't tell me,” she said. Her eyes were on Dan’s. The look that passed between these two was unmistakable. Pearson coughed. “Oh, I see!” he said. “Other things to talk about. By the way, Dan, do you realize we have a taxi waiting outside?” “Good Lord! I'd forgotten all about it!” Dan moved, but the other put a hand on his arm. “I’ll take care of it,” Max told him. “Got to be running along anyhow. I want to get off an answer to that wire." “You mean about the job? Are you going to take it, Max?” “Yes, I guess so. I’ll be clearing out in a couple days. See you tomorrw, Dan——” Cherry stepped forward. She put out her hand. “We’ll both see you, Max. You wouldn’t leave Wellington without saying good-by to me, would you? I thought we were friends.” Pearson’s hand gripped the girl’s. “Os course we are,” he said. “Always!” And that handclasp, the look in Cherry Phillips’ eyes meant more to Max Pearson than declarations of love from any other woman in the world. Pearson grinned. “Well, I’ll be getting along now!” They went down to the second floor landing together. Cherry's face, smiling down over the bannister, was the last thing Pearson saw before pulling down his hat brim, drawing up his coat collar and stepping out into the night. nun CHERRY and Dan stood before their own threshold. Dan opened the door, touched the wall switch and they entered the apartment. “Great guy. Pearson!” he said. “But then I’ve always told you that.” Cherry would have agreed with him. She was about to say as much when something on the floor caught her eye. A slender, white envelop. It was lying just within the room where the janitor had slipped it underneath the door. Cherry picked it up. “A letter!” she said. “For vou, Dan. Oh, look !" Both of them were staring at the inconspicuous lettering in the upper left hand corner of the envelope. The name was that of a famous magazine. Quickly, with a half-suppressed exclamation Dan tore open the envelope, drew out the sheet that was inside. “Cherry!” he cried. “Why—why, Cherry ! ” He held a slip of pink paper bearing the words, "Pay to the order of Daniel Phillips. $300.” “There’s some mistake,” Dan was muttering. “It isn’t for me, Cherry. It can’t be!” “Let’s read the letter, dear.” It was a brief note. The editor was pleased to inform Daniel Phil-

lips that his manuscript, “Night Life,” had won first prize in the magazine's amateur writers’ contest. The story would be published in an early issue. The letter ended with the hope that the editor might see more of Dan’s work. There were the phrases, “promising,” “original flavor” and “vitality.” The young man raised puzzled eyes. “But I didn’t enter this contest ! I didn't—” All at once he understood. “You sent it!” he cried. “Cherry, you did this, didn't you?” “You don’t mind, do you, Dan? You see, I knew—l knew—it was a fine story. That time you asked for it—l didn't tell you the truth. I said the manuscript was lost because I didn’t want to tell you I’d sent it away. “Oh, I was sure it would win all the time, but I wanted to know before I told you! I’m so happy, Dan. I’ve always known you were going to be a great writer!” “But I’m not—l’m just a dub. Oh, but. Cherry, HI work as I never worked before! Look—the letter says they’d like to ‘see more of my work-’ “They’ll see plenty of it! It’s—why, Cherry, this is the great chance of my life—l mean the real one!” He had used those words before. He thought of Brenda. “Cherry,” Dan said slowly, “chances to write stories don't mean so much. All I want is the chance to show how much I love you. How different everything is going to be for us from now on!” The girl smiled. “We’ll take that chance together, Dan- It’s—the happy ending of the story.” “And the beginning of anew one!” Then Cherry said the word that is the happiest of all endings and of all beginnings. Cherry said “Yes.” (THE END)

?T6CpK A DAY BY BRUC6 CATION

TN “Our Wonderland of Bureaucracy,” James M. Beck, former solicitor general of the United States, expresses the opinion that the structure of the federal government has grown cumbersome, unwieldy and expensive beyond all reason. Mr. Beck is, in the best sense of the expression, old-fashioned. That is, he looks back to the founding of the nation and discovers that the framers or the Constitution did their best to erect a federal government of strictly limited powers; and he complains that the multiplicity of bureaus now onerating at Washington have given the federal government almost unlimited powers. The whole process, he believes, is extra-constitutional; he sees no end to it, and he asserts that “the end of constitutional government, if not in sight, at least reasonably can be anticipated as a possibility.” The trouble, as he sees it, is that the nation has lost its ability to think in terms of abstract political rights. If a given proposal looks as if it might work, the citizens rush to order the federal government to carry it out, ignoring its effect on the Constitution and on the liberties of the individual. His book, which Macmillan is offering at $3, is a useful one. I think he overstates his case, and I do not think he has made enough allowance for the growing complexities in American life which have made it necessary for Washington to do things that weren’t orginally considered Washington’s job; but his argument will, at any rate, set you thinking.

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TARZAN AND THE ANT MEN

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CURTIS SILENCE Vice-President Not Yet Decided About Campaign Plans. WASHINGTON, July 19.—VicePresident Charles Curtis announced today he had made no definite plans for the coming campaign and would have none until he had consulted President Hoover and the Republican national committee. The Vice-President will be notified officially of his renomination in Topeka, Kan., and presumably will no take an active part In the campaign until that has been done.

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