Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 101, Indianapolis, Marion County, 6 September 1932 — Page 11

SEPT. 6, 1932.

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BEGIN HIRE TODAY MONA TOWNSEND, bfmttful voun* * dow, inherit* her hu*bnd' million* wUh the provision that she must not retted. Her msrrUß*. arranged by her husband's lawyer, who was Mon* t employer, was * strange affair, leaving her free a 'he end o! a year to become her husband s wite in actuality or seettre * duorre. Mona, In love with her husband's nephew, BARRY TOWNSEND, agreed to the marriage when she thought Barry vest lost to her. She emp’.o- , LOTTIE CARR, a fashion model, as her secrruiry-companion and the-. >et out for South America, where Barrv and STEVE SACCARELLI are partners in a diamond mine. Mona s brother. BCD, work* at the mine. Mona l opes for a reconciliation with Barrs Site also feels Barry it ent.tlrri to a share of hi* unrle * fortune and wants to And a way to arrange this legally. Learning that Barry and Hteve are on vacation at Holiday Isiand, the girls Je* e Iheir boat at Port of Spain There they meet Bud. who takes them to Honda-, Island. Barry and Steve are cordial, but their greeting larks warmth Mona wishes mv had io- ronf Harry does not ask lor explanations and she can not make them NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER FORTY-TWO THE days drifted by. Long, sweet, drowsy days, followed by long, pool evcn'ngs. Mornings, after early coffee, the four would no to the beach for a swim in the green-blue water that flooded the sand with transparent depths. Protected by the palm trees, they would rest on the sand, blinking Bt the glare, drinking the milk of fresh cocanuts gathered by the inevitable native boys. The girls rarely saw Bud. Ever on the alert, even in this drowsy heat, Bud was dashing for supplies in the boat, rising early and repairing to the section of the island see apart for the airport, swimming alone, his bronzed body graceful and swift in the leaping foam. Bud ate any time, anywhere he happened to be from deliciously filled trays prepared by old Maria.

Barry and Steve, in white linen end pith helmets, frequently were summoned to settle questions at the airport. Frequently, in the cool of the morning, they golfed. They would disappear immediately after the 11:30 luncheon, or “breakfast,” ns they called it, ostensibly to slep, but frequently to figure on paper, to discuss matters at the mine, to attend io correspondence. The flamboyants about the house blossomed, covering the rear facade with a shower of petals at every gust of breeze. Holiday House, Mona found, was the only estate on the island and Holiday island comprised twentyfive square miles. A fringe of native huts, close by, but hidden in a tunnel of trees, accommodated the corps of servants. “This place, here?” Barry repeated, in response to Mona’s timid query. She still felt ill at ease with him and the conversation between them had never vered from generalities. He looked about affectionately at the huge house flanked with its veritable Eden. “Oh, it’s just an old plantation house. They used to raise sugar here for the market, when there was one. Too much dieting nowadays!” “Well,” said Lottie, “maybe w'e diet, but you like us better, dont’ you, than if we looked like Miss Grade?” a a a ■JI/fTSS GRACIE was a recent im- •*■*■*■ portation from Port of Spain, invited out of deference to conventions. She was a sort of official chaperon, the sister of a college professor with a family of instructor sons. At the moment the house was in her capable hands. Seated on the terrace, they could hear Miss Grade giving orders to the servants, who adored her. “Maybe buccaneers lived in the house,” Barry went on. “I don’t know. Anyhow, it has been pretty much a one man's island all the while.” They were seated on the terrace

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i at the tea hour, which brought the four together, refreshed and freshly garbed, after the exigencies of the i morning.* Barry gazed with pride at the house, rising above the surrounding shrubbery, a house wideroomed, ample and high-towered. Overlooking the sea as It did In a | w ide sweep, buccaneers of old well might have set their watch 1 there. Whoever lived here kept' slaves,” Steve said idly. “It’s a funny thing, I could live at New York all my life and study at school about the slaves | in the south, but no visit to Harlem ever got me very much excited. “But here! Just the thought of slaves working under this broiling . sun burns me up.” “The slave owner here,” Barry : went on, “resorted to that rotten I trick they learned in St. Lucia and !in Martinique. They brought over the fer-de-lance to keep the slaves from running away!” “Running away?” Lottie’s eyes | were wide. “How could they do that? Where would they run to?” “They'd run mostly to the high bush. That section’s pretty well I grown up, that you see for miles

THEY TELL ME'i-W'

‘Sell Springer’ 'T'HE 1932 campaign gets well -*• under way this week with the presence here today of Norman' Thomas, Socialist candidate for; President, and the opening of the; Governor campaign of Raymond Springer, Republican nominee, at Ft. Wayne Wednesday night. There is little doubt that thousands will turn out to hear Thomas tonight at Cadle Tabernacle, but the j Springer party is another story. Republican managers are on the anxious seat regarding the Springer campaign. The press sharks at state headquarters have been urged to ballyhoo the Ft. Wayne meeting and shove in the hypodermic to get a large crowd. A parade has been arranged, all the party notables have been asked to be present, and a circular letter has been sent out to all Republican editors, urging that they attend. a a a Party leaders are not disguising to themselves that Springer is not clicking. Although the, customary applause accorded all 'Republican candidates at organization meetings has been his, the Governor candidate has not been able to bring them out of their seats. He isn’t known over the state, and those who have heard of his opponent, Paul V. McNutt, can’t help comparing them, and it hasn’t worked out to the Republican candidate’s advantage. A good test of this occurred last week when McNutt addressed the Kiwanis ladies’ dal luncheon here. He followed a visit by Springer several weeks before, and members of the club thus were given opportunity mentally to do a little comparing. Both candidates discussed nonpolitical subjects. Neither speech, evientdly, was worth getting excited about, but from comment of the Kiwanians, McNutt was on the ball all the time, while Springer fumbled. wan Republican managers, when they permitted Senator Watson to ' double” them into nominating Springer, thought this meant the advantage of having a war hero and Legion-

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i beyond the golf course. There are waterfalls in there, they tell me, I though we've never come upon one. "Well, the slave owners thought j the slaves would streak for the bush. They always were superstii thus, too, believed the slaves had i superhuman ways of getting messages to each other from island to island. But they couldn’t work any of their magic here in plain sight on the sugar cane field, so the snake, the fer-de-lance, was planted in the bush.” "The snake was supposed to drive them back?” asked Mona. “To frighten them back! To keep i them out of the bush entirely. It was a bad move, though. The fer-de-lance killed more white men j than it did slaves. They had to bring over the mongoose to dei stroy it.” "Are there any of them left?” asked Lottie fearfully. “Now? I don’t believe so. The man who sold us this island said his father had seen one years ago and the butcher at Barbuda, where we sometimes go for supplies, said that the father had died from a bite.

naire heading the ticket, but after the convention they found that their choice, as well as the Democratic nominee, saw his service on this side. They learned that his popularity with the legion was not as great as that of McNutt, and they now know that he is going to be much harder to put over than at first believed. So the order has gone out to the faithful to “sell Springer,” which means a price-cutting war. A DAY 8Y BRUCt CATTQN THERE is almost no chance at all that there will be a revolution in the United States. On the other hand, it is practically certain that “rugged individualism” in this country is deader than a dried herring, and the coming decade will see a pronounced swing to the left in relations between government an business. These are the conclusions of Stuart Chase in "A New Deal,” a very readable and amazingly stimulating discussion of the economic depression and the problems growing out of it. Mr. Chase bluntly blames just about all ills of the last few years on the doctrine of free competition —the “laissez faire” policy of the classical economists. He assserts that an economic system which ignores all human values and makes the motive of private profit its only guiding star is bound to collapse sooner or later, and he believes that the current depression is in fact the final collapse of the traditional system. Yet he believes that the profit motive will be retained, and he is no great friend of Socialism. Before long, he predicts, we shall have government regulation of business on a vast scale; we shall have a "managed currency,” which will prevent fluctuating prices and we shall have a vast number of restrictions on the way in which a man can get rich. You may agree with all his conclusions or with none of them. Either way, you are bound to find his book thought-provoking and informative. It ought to get a very wide reading. “A New Deal” is published by MacMillan, and sells for $2.

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"Naturally, while negotiating a sale, our man didn't tell us that!” a a a LOTTIE'S eyes were on the horizon, following a trail of smoke lying out against the water like gauze blown by the wind. “Then there may be some here yet,” she said casually. “And you live here!” “I’ve lived in Florida,” Barry answered, “yet there are snakes there.” “Maybe that’s different!” “Lottie!” Steve turned to her amusedly. “If I asked yom very politely to come with me to the high bush now, would you go” “But, would you ask me?” Lottie retorted, cocking her head. “I’m a dangerous blond. I might compromise you.’

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“Maybe I wouldn't mind.” Lottie’s eyes roved to Barry. Apparently he had not heard this banter. It was the first personal tinge to enter the conversation. Or, perhaps Barry had heard! Now' he rose, stretched a bit and. taking leave of the others with a brief nod, sauntered toward the house. Lottie and Steve, unheeding, were once more adrift in gay banter. Perhaps they would rather be alone, but Mona couldn't leave them! It would seem too pointed, too much as though she were following Barry. She would be quiet, but she would have to remain. Remain—for what? And for how long? Barry and Steve ultimately

would *be leaving Holiday Island and setting out for the mine. Though they seemed in no hurry to leave, it occurred to Mona that they might be delaying their departure until she and Lottie had announced their plans. Days slid by. More drowsy days filled with sunshine. They all went to Grenada one morning in the launch to bring back supplies. They had lunch on the crest of a hill, Mona and Lottie resting while Steve and Barry sought out carpenters who were to be engaged for work on the hangar. On these little jaunts Mona always was proud of the boys. In their immaculate linen and pith helmets they looked like West In-

—By Ahern

They saw an opening in the wall several feet above his head. The ape-man sprang lightly for the opening. “It is pitch black beyond,’’ he said. “Whoever owns that voice is in another chamber.” “If it was absolutely dark, how could you know that?” demanded the prince.

dian potentates, as indeed it is possible they were regarded. ’’Mona,” said Lottie cautiously as they sat together on a wide veranda awaiting Barry’s return, “has Barry said—anything?” Mona's tone was quiet, lifeless. “Anything? I guess you've heard all he has said.” a a a THERE was a pause freighted with questions. “Has Steve said anything?" Mor.a asked presently. "Has he ever mentioned Barry and me? Or has he said anything about me? “Has he ever mentioned the rush he and Barry were in to leave Twilands a year ago or my—my marriage or the money I have now —or anything? Has he ever—”

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“It’s all so queer,” Lottie interrupted. “I have a sort of feeling that Steve ard Barry are waiting for us, perhaps, to open the subject.” “Do you really think that?" “Maybe.” Lottie considered her well-shaped naiLs meditatively and relapsed into silence. She laid an affectionate, tender hand on Mona’s arm. “Darling,” she went on presently, “why don’t you speak to him? After all. you were the offender—” “I’m the offender,” repeated Mona slowly. “Oh. Lottie, it’s all the biggest mess! Here we are, guests in their house, upsetting all their plans probably. Getting poor Miss Gracie over to chaperon—” (To Be Continued)

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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