Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 137, Indianapolis, Marion County, 18 October 1932 — Page 11

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BEGIN HERE TODAY STAN BAU accuse* ASPER. DELO. . t.mber king, of crooked practice and of ordfring men shot Kho try to check up pn his activities. Ball *ay* he tt making ?,,**** !i * nd 5? 1 ?. teii * him he personally artU prevent it. i/* v . ,n * DM®’* office. Bail saves noNA, Delo s daughter, from kidgaper*. h .r ayi who the a, tf'hMher he is STANLEY BLACK. DLDLEY WINTERS, in love with 1 Tya. P oc * with her to Three River* to l lte "P his mad light with Ban They find Ball accused erf killing a ranger. Dudley has secured a license and has had a marriage certificate filled out to m* rr y,Dona She uses the certificate after Delo ts ambushed and wounded, to keep hi m irom taking any more part in the hunt.. Hal! I* caught by SWERGIN. Delos wimber bos*, while listening to Dona tell of her marriage He escapes, but believer* her married Dona rides out (o find Stanley Black, who she believes it In the country. She meets Ball and thinks Mm Stanley Biacg He promises to rid the range of Ball. Valuable records are *!ol?ri from the office and Swergin s man insists Bafi wounded him and took them A posse surrounds Bail. Dona goer out and sees Ball escaping. Sh shoots at him and he fakes a wound rapturing her and taking her to • cave A'per learns of her rapture and heads a posse but fails to find her Ball makes Dona promise not to leave and goes for ' water and food , Beergin finds the rave and Dona. He Yells for Bail Ball is captured and taken lo a rabm. Dona is left with him While Swergln goes for men NOB GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE (Continued.) The place was so well hidden that it would have been passed at close range by any one who did not know Its location among the rank undergrowth that choked the trunks of the sturdy spruce. Swergin dismounted and marched Stan into the cabin. The door was open, as though someone had prepared for this event. Dona entered behind the two men. The cabin was bare except for a •split log table and two benches made after the same pattern. Swergin hacked Stan up against the wall dt the far end of the cabin. Two pegs had been driven into the logs waist high and the timber boss made his prisoner fast to them. Swergin faced Dona. "You stay here with this gun,” he handed her Stan's revolver, “while I ride hell fer leather and get a few good men to take him in. ‘Til be gone only about an hour. Then you can go on in. I’ll see your old man and tell him you’re safe.” Dona nodded and sat down on one of the benches facing her prisoner. Swergin hurried out and leaped upon his horse. Dona could hear him thundering down the slope toward camp. '<• She met her prisoner's eyes and found them glinting with a hint of amusement. CHAPTER THIRTY DONA could not take her eyes from Stan’s face. There was something in his cool manner that made her winder at him. “Turn about is fair play," he said at length. “I am doing just what I said I W'ould.” Dona unconsciously assumed a defensive tone. "Right,,” Stan spoke softly. All of the tense wariness was gone from fhs face and its lines had softened. Dona was expecting a shrewd attempt on his part to persuade her to free him. Os course, he would try to talk himself out of his present tight corner! She waited impatiently, but he did not speak for a full hajf hour. When he did, it was not to ask for ease for himself but about her. “You think a lot of your father?” He asked the question while his gray eyes held hers. Dona was about to cut him of! with a short answer, when something prompted her to lead him on. “Father is about all I have.” , Stan's eyes did not weaver. He

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was sure she was telling the truth. vHe knew there was something wrong with her marriage, though he rculd never hope to know more of that now. Swergin’s glib story of protecting him did not carry any weight with Stan. He knew the timber boss was at that instant rounding up his mob for a lynching. “Why do you ask?” Dona wanted to draw him out further. •“I just wondered how loyal you were. But I am convinced,” he hastened to add. as he noted a flush mount her cheek. “You think father is unfair, crooked, and that mistake will cost you heavily.” Dona spoke with simple straightforwardness. Stan smiled a little and nodded, but he did not speak. He had all the information he had sought concerning the Delo Timber Company. He could incriminate Asper and Swergin; could make Dona's father almost as black as he himself had been painted. He had been of half a mind to tell her everything. Now he made anew decision. He would let Swergin do his worst without a protest. nun DONA could not fathom the lean young man leaning against the wall. He seemed entirely different from what she had expected in the killer they had been hunting. “What would you do if I loosened the rope at your WTist?” she put the question evenly. “I would maka* a getawey if I could.” he answered frankly. “Why do you say that?” Dona

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Best Campaign Speech LIKE the ancient Egyptian Pharoahs, who permitted the common herd to gaze upon them, seated in all their majesty on the throne of the sun-god, but deigned to utter never a word, Mrs. Alice Roosevelt Longworth, one of America’s royalty, permitted 2,500 Republican women of the state to watch her eat a salad and drink coffee Monday afternoon. It was a crowd of curiosity seekers. For years they had heard and read about “Princess Alice,” her fights for social precedence, her poker-playing ability, and her political shrewdness, and so the Hoosier housewives, attired in their best bib and tucker, attended the luncheon. Instead of hearing Mrs. Longworth. they heard Senator James E. Watson roar the praises of the "real Roosevelts,” and saw him beat his chest iike a kettledrum, as he praised the “humanitarianism of the great engineer.” The assembled women applauded every mention of the "real Roosevelts” by Watson. u n n Some of them, with graying hair, put tongues in cheek as they recalled how the Honorable Jim, with an inconsistency which is the marvel of all, cussed the real Roosevelt up and down the state in 1912. And there were many present, not so old, who remembered how Jim’s henchmen knifed the disciple of the "real Roosevelt,” Albert Beveridge, w’hen he was a senatorial candidate in 1922. And even those who were younger

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flushed impatiently. “A white lie might set you free.” “A white lie would have gotten you free.” he countered. “But I wasn’t going to be hanged.” Dona could feel her control slipping. “No, but you easily might have imagined a worse fate.” He was not smiling and his eyes were clear. “There will be a trial and you can hire a lawyer. The Blind river outfit will back you,” she mused almost to herself. Stan laughed outright. “What is so funny?” “There will be no trial. Swergin will see to that. Everything will be settled within an hour.” His eyes met hers. * “You mean they will lynch you!” Dona could not meet those steady gray eyes. “Just that.” “But Swergin came out of his way to hide you,” Dona protested. ‘‘Swergin came over here to cache me so that he w'ould have time to get his own gang together.” Stan spoke simply. Horror filled Dona’s eyes, then distrust and finally outright disbelief. At last Ball was playing the cunning game for which- she had been watching. He wanted to work on her woman’s tenderness. “I can’t believe that,” she said. “And I don’t expect you to. I expect to stay here until Swergin comes with his men.” Stan eased his tortured wrists by shifting his weight. “If I believed that, I would set

could remember back to the 1928 primary, when “Hoover was no great humanitarian, feeding little children in Belgium,” to Jim, but an “English subject.” But, with the characteristic Watson touch, Jim said that he w-as glad to see so many women present, “especially as they have votes.” nun Oh, yes. We were talking about Mrs. Longworth. The women assembled to hear her make a campaign speech. But, displaying an astuteness which many a politician ftell woud emulate, Mrs. Longworth did not utter a word. She merely smiled and bowed. Now that’s a real campaign speech. rhe luncheon was good.

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or two ago the Carnegie Foundation issued a report on intercollegiate football —a report that, quite properly, still is being talked about. But it seems to me that an even better exposure of what this overemphasized, frequently professional sport can be is to be found in “The Diary of a Line Smasher,” by Dick Hyland, recently an all-America back at Leland Stanford university. Mr. Hyland’s book is a novel. Some of the revelations he makes are, I think, unconsc .ous—f or he is not trying to debunk anything, he likes football, and it is clear that he would fight against its abolition. He takes us behind the scenes at a great west coast university. He shows us a football coach who is vain, selfish, overbearing and brutal; an atmosphere in which It is taken for granted that “no coach can turn out a good team unless the alumni send him the material;” a game which can, and often does, become almost as dirty and brutal as a trench raid; a situation in which even the most intelligent football players look on their studies as necessary evils, and in which outright professionalism very often is given only the thinnest of disguises. Rather surprisingly, his book is an interesting and -well-written story. It is more important, though, as an expose; in some ways it is more damning than anything the Carnegie investigators reported. Published by McClurg, the book sells for $1.50. *

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' CHE entered the cabin again and , sat down. Stan was looking out of a little window that let in a wide band of white light. , He did not seem to notice her return and she sat for several minutes | before he moved. When he did, it was to smile at her. “I'm sorry to be so much trouble to you.” he said softly. Dona moved a little, but could not answer. He seemed to have come to some sort of decision. “I'm rehlly a bad actor and would have wound up this way sooner or later.” t He paused and smiled, a bit of the old humor coming back into his : eyes. “You alw-ays can know that I had it coming to me several times over.” His words did not cheer Dona, as a confession of this kind should

have. Instead, she felt her heart' catch and rise to choke her. He was confessing, admitting everything, and still she could not feel the wave of anger and hatred she had once felt for him. Stan watched her through narrow eyes. He was wondering what she might be thinking. He knew that his resolve to make her think him guilty of all the crimes he was charged with had failed. Had he known women better he never would have spoken. “I can't stand this any longer.” Dona exclaimed, “I'm going to let you go. I hate you. but I'm going to let you go!” She took a step toward him. Stan shook his head. "It's no use. Swergin has at least two men outside right now.” Stan’s eyes shifted to ! the window and he smiled a twisted smile. “The dirty skunk is trying

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you out for his own purposes. He expects you to let me go.” m * tt DONA'S eyes followed Stan’s gaze ancf darkened with horror. Through the window she could see two men sitting on horses. They had rifles across their knees. "I'll let you go and give you your gun.” she cried. “It's empty.” Stan spoke softly. “Listen to me. Be careful of that man. Ride straight to camp as fast as you can. Don't let him go with you. Understand?” The sudden fury of his words made Do.ia start. “Well, you sure kept him hogtied!” Dona whirled at the rumbling voice behind her. Swergin was standing in the doorway, leering at them. “We'll just take him off your hands now. Your husband and your

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old man want you to gallop right straight to camp. I’ll send a man with you. ’ Swergin arb-mced upon Stan. White-faced and shaken, Dona held her ground. “I'm going to rid* in With the posse,” whe stated in an unsteady voice. “You're going to ride on ahead. Ball i walking.” Swergin growled. “I wont go.” Dona stated flatly. Her color was ebbing back and with , it some of her old fire. “Sam! Come and get this gal and take her on ahead to her old man!” Swergin bellowed. Dona locked into the cylinders of the colt she held. They were empty! She faced Swergin and her words (lashed out. (To Be Continued)

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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