Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 73, Indianapolis, Marion County, 4 August 1932 — Page 13

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BEOfN HERE TODAY MONA MORAN r*'"-pt!Oni in wail Street la* office, us aurprised , •hen he r chilrthrwvl *eethfart, BTBVR ! FACCARRItI. returns to Nr* York after I three year* mytWimiJi absence. Mona contributes largely to the support . of her tno'her. invalid father, sister, KITTY, and ne er-do-well brother. BCD. Steve has been in South America, w hie. largely bv chance, he ha* become associated with BARRY TOWNSEND, rich and socially prominent, who j own* a diamond mine 7 Together the- have made the mine. lv r-rd worthies* pav handsomely Stp-e o-;rt a huge diamond called The Emp-e*s of Peru." LOTTIE CARR fashion m-rs-l joins Mona Rarrv and Steve on several dinner and dancing engagements Mona s hro-hrj B id, t- under obligationg to BUCK HARKINS, nigh! club j proprietor and gang;ter, tjho plots to -steal the hu2 f diamond Ste-.e tells Mona and Lottie that he j he hidden the diamond in his apart- I ptent The jour voung peon> are there ] when 800 following Harkins' orders, te'nhon"s that his mother is ill. H" romr- to take Mona home When the girls ha-.e gone. Steve, suspecting I trekery, prepares to meet the Jewel thieves CHAPTER 'THIRTEEN (Con.) “Don't worry,” Barry bogged as he helped Mona into her coat. Bud appeared then at the door of the apartment. “It's nothing really,” i he said. "Ma just felt bad and wanted you home. I’ll get a doctor If you say so. I don't think It’s anything serious, though.’ ’ The three stood waiting for the elevator. "Mona,” Steve said, “I'm sorry Bud thinks we shouldn't go with you. •Telephone us, will you, when you get home? We'll be here.” He paused uncertainly and then lidded: “Or wait—were due at the club. Telephone us there if you! don't hear from us.” Mona agreed. The elevator ar- j rived and the anxious little group dispersed. “The club?” Barry asked in a puzzled tone. “Are we going there?” For answer Steve shook his head mysteriously and shoved Barry into the apartment. “Do you think I'd ’ have let that girl go home alone if j 1 thought her mother was really ill?” Rapidly he examined the outer door of the apartment. A flicker of annoyance passed over his face. “Then you said that —?” Barry began. Steve nodded. “Exactly!” He pointed to the door. “Moran took rh impression of the lock while he was waiting. He’ll be back because

"A TOK BY BRUCt CATTON fate of Communism in RusAsia. says Waldo Frank, is not bound up with the success or failure of the five-year or any other plan. The real test of Communism will come when the task of providing every Russian with enough food and clothing, a suitable lodging and a lair share of life's luxuries has been accomplished. Then, and then only, can it be discovered whether Communism is a false philosophy or a way of living that will sweep the world. Frank makes these remarks in "Dawn in Russia.'’ a record of observation made during a recent tour of the land—and, incidentally, one of the very best commentaiies on the situation yet printed. What Russia has now, Frank points out, is not real Communism; it is a species of state Socialism, operating under abnormal conditions, striving frantically to build the foundations for a Communistic society. Only after all the industrialization and collectivization programs have been completed will the ground ’be ready for Communism’s real test. Meanwhile, Frank finds much of interest in the Russian scene./ He sees a land in which hardship and discomfort are horribly prevalent, but in which nobody really seems to mind them; a land where the profit motive has been almost eradicated; a land in which apparent chaos provides the best of all forcing ground for communal l effort. It would be hard to praise his book too highly, and if you start to read it I am sure you won’t put it down until you finish it. “Dawn in Russia,” published by Scribner's, sells for $2.25.

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he thinks we’re going out. Are you game for a little reception party?” "They're coming for the Empress, Steve?” Steve nodded. “They are! But don't worry about that.” Looking around. Steve rubbed his hands together. “Now.” he chuckled, “we’ll show Mr Buck Harkins we’re ready for him!” CHAPTER FOURTEEN TT was not long before Steve tele- * phoned Mona. It was as he surmised. Her mother, it appeared, was not ill. She had been asleep when they arrived. Mona was going to bed' and Bud had escorted Lottie home. “Mum!” said Steve musingly. ‘Well, I'm glad your mother is all right. I’ll call you tomorrow. Goodnight.” As he put down the telephone, he looked at Barry, who was regarding him uncertainly. “No, I don't think the girls were in on this,” he said, answering the unspoken question in Barry's eyes, “if that's what you want to know! Somehow Harkins’ gang knew—or guessed—that we had the Empress here. Before Bud leaves Lottie, they'll know where we had it.” “You think Lottie will tell them?” Barry demanded. Steve shrugged. “She wouldn't mean to, but she couldn't keep from it. Before that cab was around the block, she probably gave Mona blazes for not taking the necklace. “That would lead straight to the refrigerator and the empress! Wait, old chap, you'll see.” "Are you sure?” Steve was changing to soft felt slippers and instructing Barry to do the same. “Nothing is sure,” he said, “except death and taxes—both of which I seem to have evaded thus far. However, right now we can’t evade. If they're chumps enough to send Bud back here, we have them in our pocket. If they think we're at the club, they may send him. They’ll reason that any fool can open an ice box.” Quickly Steve pushed two easy chairs well back into the room so that they were almost concealed from view. The two men sat down. They did not smoke lest the smell of freshly burning tobacco should apprise the expected visitor of their presence. Twelve o'clock One. One-thirty—-a n b AT length their vigil was rewarded. The outer door opened | cautiously. A spot of light swam into the room, bobbing across the j rugs with startling clarity. Footsteps—wavering, then firmer. The circle of light picked out. the divan, the paneled wall, hung on the ! swinging door which led to the but- | ler's pantry. Crouching in their chairs, Steve j and Barry held their breath. Someone was walking in the wake of the flashlight, stepping on rugs and avoiding the polished floor, disappeared into the pantry. The door swung noiselessly in the dim light of the window. “Moran!” Steve breathed, scarcely moving. “How did he o et in?” whispered Barry. "That gang has a locksmith that could make a key to Buckingham palace in ten minutes,” Steve said. I “They don’t care muchif Bud gets plugged or not, do they?” Steve was on his feet, motioning Barry to stay where he was. “Rest easy, boy. I'm taking a little stroll.” With a cheery and sudden “Good morning,” Steve entered the kitchen just as Bud, with fingers trembling, was about to open the door of the refrigerator. "Thought you were at the club!” j Bud faltered. “I meant you to think so. What are you doing at that icebox? Did ; the gang send you for the Empress?” Bud swung around sharply. “You I know what I’m here for, Steve.” The other nodded. “You didn't I think you'd get it that easily, did ; you? Don't be a fool! Here tindicating the door) get inside. We're | going to have a talk and you can f thank your stars that Mona is your | sister! ” “It. was Lottie who told me where to find the Empress!” Bud blurted, t “Sure. It was Lottie I expected

to tell,” For a moment Steve and Barry eyed each other. a “Sit down, Bud,” Steve said. Let's talk It over. Smoke?” a n a HE held out his cigaret case ana struck a match. The boy ducked his head to catch the flame, his hand trembling. “Any one waiting for you down below?” Steve asked after a moment. i “Sure. Out front:” “The rear covered?” Bud looked at him. “Rear? No.

THEY TELL ME jgW‘ Os This and That ONE thousand sixteen township trustees can't be ignored—not whan they control the political patronage in their localities and have the power to write “finis” to a political career. Yet thirty-two representatives had sufficient courage to vote for passage of the senate bill providing for consolidation of townships. However, there were fiftv-two who felt the lash of the trustees and their vote was sufficient to kill the bill, which passed the senate by a 41-3 vote. Distributers of patronage and poor relief found that the easy victory which was theirs last session, when they killed two consolidation bills without much effort, was hard to duplicate. Since then, however, the taxpayers of the state have awakened to a realization that millions would be saved if duplication in government could be abolished. They succeeded in killing the consolidation bill this time by a bare majority. Four months from now. when thp new legislature is convened. fresh from the distress in thgir home counties, there may be victory for those who believe that j the township trustee and his system of favoritism toward grocers and patronage must be wiped out. The trustees showed their strength two weeks ago. when they had killed the bill abolishing the post of township assessor. It's hard to buck patronage, which means votes—but economic stress will, as in the past, prove to be the great leveler. tt tt tt The question of who paid for the dinner-dance at the Claypoofl, a couple of nights ago. to celebrate the removal of municipally-owned utilities from control of the public service commission still is unanswered. Senator Charles Strey (Rep.) of Wabash, co-author of the measure, said that “I paid for the party to forty guests, and that's my story, and I’m going to stick to it.” Senator William B. (Rep.) of Bloomington, the other author, says, "I paid for it.” And many persons have dared to that neither actually paid the bill. Far be it from this home and fireside column to suggest that both the senators are slightly awry in their assertions. If Strey footed the bill, Hoadley didn't, and vice versa. tt tt tt But they tell me that many persons in the business of selling utility plant equipment and marketing bond issues, would have been glad to pay to feed such distinguished company as Kleagles Perry Easton and Earl Payne, two former state senators, and George Myers, one-time editor of “Farmer Dick's Pitchfork,” which did yeoman serv- | ice for Governor Leslie in his 1928 campaign. Lieutenant Governor Edgar D. Bush was the guest of honor, and as he looked about and reflected on his defeat for the G. O. P. Governor nomination, he probably said to himself: “A Lieutenant-Governor is without honor save in his own party.” But there are many who agree with his own party, they tell me.

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TARZAN AND THE ANT MEN

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Just two guys waiting down the! block with an engine runnnig.” Steve rose, threw off his dressing gown and disappeared into the bedroom. In a moment he emerged, shoving his arms into a coat. “Tell you what we’re going to do. Barry.” he said. "Were going to ship this kid to the mine. He'll be safe there and the gang can t find him. “The Lady Bradford sails tomorrow noon from Boston. Is your car handy, Barry? Mine's in the street where those fellows can spot it.” “In the Seventy-ninth street garage,” Barry said. He, too, rose and went for a coat. “I’ll telephone and have it sent around.” “Tell them the drug store on the corner around the block. We can go down the service elevator.

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through the basement and out to the street. They’ll never follow us!” x Steve turned to Bud. "Harkins is going to be mighty disappointed, isn't he?” The boy moved sullenly. “What makes you think it's Harkins?" He lifted his eyes for the first time. “Everybody knows about the Empress. You offered it in the open market. Every one's talking about it.” “I saw you with Harkins at the Halcyon Club.” Steve told him impassively. He hesitated. “Boy, thank your lucky stars that were with you! You won't have a chance if Harkins finds out you didn't put it over! “Well drive you to Boston tonight, and in two weeks more you'll

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be with Foster at the mine. We ll | cable him to meet the boat at Trinidad. He goes over ever so often by plane.” “They’ll bump you sure, Steve!” * STEVE grinned. “Yeah? Boy. news is going to break tomorrow that'll make them forget everything!” The three crept from the apartment down the service elevator to the basement, thence through to the apartment house directly adjoining. Cautiously, they emerged from that basement to the street. Bud's confederates were a block away, out of sight and around two corners. In front of the drug store Barry's car was waiting. He tossed a

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bill to the mechanic, slid beneaih the wheel, and Steve and Bud crowdeed in beside him. The car whirred and moved away, heading northward. Two-thirty. Three o’clock. Four. Like a shot from a gun the car sped on toward Boston. “Steve,” said Barry, as they darted out of Springfield, after a long period of silence, “is the Empress safe? Won't the rest of the mob—?” “The rest of the mob will be chewing nails by 9 o'clock tomorrow." •Steve laughed. “Good Lord. I forgot to tell you. The Empress isn't in the refrigerator. It isn’t even in the apartment!” | “But you said—” “Right! I said it was in the re- ■ frigerator. So it was. Towny! But

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not any longer. I sedd the Empress yesterday.” * “What!” “I sold the Empress.” Steve leaned over and thumped Barry on the back. “Got a very pretty price for her, too! Enough to finance the new machinery and set things going in a big way—” “But the Empress was yours, Steve. I can’t take—” Steve shrugged. “We've gone through all that before, old chap. The Empress was mine. Granted. I sold the darn thing. What use was it to me. except for money? “If y r ou like. I'll call your share of the expense a loan. It can be paid back any time. Our mine is going to have the finest equipment in South America! Wv're sitting pretty.”

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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