Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 249, Indianapolis, Marion County, 25 February 1933 — Page 13

FEB. 25. 1933.

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BEGIN HERE TOBAV JANET HILL is -nir**ed to ROLF CARLYLE but th-v do not havr enough money to marrv Janet 1* secretary for BRUCE HAMILTON, advertising manager of Every Home Magarine and Rolf stork* for the A'las Advertising Company. Janet inalits thev must ha-." SSOO in a saving* account before thev can be married HOWARD CRESBY. another employe of the magarine trie* to make dates with Jant but she discourages him. She hurries home from the office one Saturday to orrpare a surprise birthday dinner for Rolf On the wav she sees a couple entering th- fashionable firewater Hotel Coffee Rhon and at first thinks the voung man is Rolf. Afterward she de-lde she was mistaken. The dinner party is a success. Janet and Rolf are at the table when he sav. • There s something I want to talk to vou • bout NOW OO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWO 'Continued) SMILING, Janet emerged from behind the screen. "It is a party. Rolf. Don't you know what day it is? Its you- birthday! I wanted to surprise you. ' “Birthday—say. I'd forgotten all about that. How'd you know? How'd you happen to remember ? “I've remembered ever since—oh, for months and months. Something you said one day last summer. Are you really surprised? “I thought it would be fun to have dinner here together tonight. Just you and I, Rolf. We’re going to have a birthday cake ” The sentence was lost as she made n frantic dash for the stove. In time to prevent serious damage she turned off the blaze. Five minutes more and the plat\vr of steak, the asparagus, the salads and the crisp, golden rolls were on the table. “You light the candles,’ Janet said as she untied the blue and white apron. Her face was Blowing and pink from the heat, her hair a trine unruly. There was no time to think oi that now. The dinner must be eaten while it was hot. Just for an instant they stood there together. The room behind them was dark. The candlelight flickering and uncertain—casta pale golden radiance over the table, disguising the cheap dishes and worn lunch cloth The scent of the rosebuds was sweet and spicy. -L 1 ! 1101 ' 5 . slipped into Rolf s. She raised a face glowing with happ yss. “Kiss me,” she whispei . His lips brushed against her forehead. It was a hasty kiss-almost a preoccupied one. . .Janets eyes, just as her heart, must have been so filled to overflowing with joy that she failed to notice the look that crossed Rolf’s face. It was gone in an instant. Gazing across the table at nun. Janet saw a young man any casual observer would have called 1 a Tier handsome. Rolf Carlyle found it easy to make friends. Women liked his blond hair, his dark eyes and the resemblance (slight though it was) to a certain motion picture star. , -i Men liked Carlyle because at bridge and golf he was as good a loser as a player; because his easy good nature never seemed to desert him; because if a fellow wanted a loan Carlyle would come acrossprovided he had the cash. Perhaps that gracefully molded chin lacked a little in firmness. Perhaps the brown eyes, with their ingratiating smile, were a bit too pleasure-loving. In Janet's opinion Rolf possessed the combined wit, charm, intellect, and good looks of the heroes of the six current best sellers, the six most popular plays on Broadway, the six most successful recent screen dramas—and more for good measure. a st n THERE is no doubt that she was prejudiced. To his employers, Dwight Kendall and Jim McPhail, who owned the Atlas Advertising Agency, young Carlyle was a beginner with a fair chance of working up in the business. People liked Carlyle—and that was an asset. He had the brains, too, if he'd settle down and apply himself. Rolf had worked at the Atlas office for a year and a half. During the two years he had attended college, Rolf had sold advertising on the college paper. He had landed the job with the Atlas company when Frank Dennison. a friend, had given it up to join the staff of the Gazette. Hired at S3O a week and given routine office duties, Carlyle had earned two raises since. He had three accounts now for which he was responsible and occasionally was allowed to try his hand at writing advertising copy for some of the more important clients. It had been on an errand for the Atlas company (bringing copy to be inserted in the Every Home Magazine) that Rolf Carlyle had first seen Janet Hill. There had been a few words between them. Carlyle had found occasion to drop into the Every Home office on other errands. After the evening when he first persuaded her to have dinner with him, the courtship had moved swiftly. In a little more than a month Janet Hill had promised to marry Rolf Carlyle. All that had been nearly a year ago. Janet, during those months, had learned to care more and more for Rolf. Not once did it occur to her that he could feel otherwise. The birthday dinner proved a success. The steak was tender, cooked exactly as Rolf liked it. The salads were crisp and the rest of the simple menu as appetizing. Janet thought, "This .is how it's going to be some day—when we're married. This is the way we’ll have dinner every night !” She hadn't been listening and Rolf was talking about something at the office. Suddenly the girl laughed. “Oh. Rolf ” she said, ‘‘the silliest thing happened today. I was coming by the Brewster Coffee Shop and I saw an awfully pretty girl. She was with a man in gray and for a minute I was sure it was you. I—l was certain of it! “You mean—you thought you saw—me —?” “You must have a double. Honestly, I'd have sworn—but then oi course I knew it couldn't be.” Janet laughed and Carlyle joined her. Somehow the man's laugh was not so convincingly mirthful as the girl's.

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“Funny,” he agreed. “You don’t think I’ve taken to lunching at the Brewster, do you?” “Oh, of course not. But honestly it did look like you ” The talk drifted to other things. Janet brought the dessert and the coffee. It was while they were drinking the fragrant golden beverage that Carlyle said carefully: “Janet, there's something I want to talk to you about.”

CHAPTER THREE T> OLF said slowly, “There's something I want to talk to you | about.” The girl looked up. ‘.'Something you want to talk to me about? Why of course—what is it? He touched the lapel of his coat, an impatient little gesture of which he was entirely unaware. The mo- : tion flipped his coat back, revealing a vest pocket. It brought sud- ! den remembrance to the girl. “Why, I forgot!” she exclaimed. “It’s your birthday and I forgot the ; most important part. I was so busy I getting dinner ready and on the ! table that I didn't even think about I it!” She was on her feet, crossed the ! room and returned with a slim white package wrapped in white. “It’s your present,” Janet said smiling. “Your birthday present.” The slim white package emerged I from its wrappings to become an | oblong box. Rolf raised the lid. ! Within, side by side, resting in ; ridges of black satin lay a pale | green pencil and a pale green pen. ‘ Why, Janet!” I “i hope you like them —you can . change them if you don’t. They : came from Hayslips—” Rolf was fingering the fountain j pen. "You know I lost my pen, didn’t you?” he said. “It’s a swell present, Janet. Thanks a lot.” He slipped the pen and pencil into his vest pocket. “Just what I wanted. It's swell of you to go to so much bother—cooking dinner and everything—!” . •‘lt wasn't bother. It was fun.” “Maybe, but it was a lot of work. You—well, it was darned nice oi you.” “But I wanted to do it! Ive planned it for weeks. Oh—but what was it you were going to tell me? You said there was something you wanted to talk about.” “Oh!” Carlyle’s voice broke off vaguely. “I—oh, it wasn't anything important. It wasn't anything at all.” He hesitated, suddenly smiled that quicky, winning smile. "Listen, we'll have to hurry if we make the 8:15 show! It's almost 8 now. Come on—l’ll help with the dishes. Let’s get at them ” n n n THEY didn’t wash the dishes. Janet let him help clear them from the table. She put away the food and stacked the dishes on the kitchen shelf. They didn't want to miss the 8:15 show! It wasn’t any fun if you came in after the opening of the picture. The neighborhood theater was only two blocks away. At the neighborhood feature pictures that had been shown six weeks before at the big downtown theaters were exhibited—with prices correspondingly reduced. Walking beside Rolf, glancing up at him now and then, hurrying a little to keep up with his swinging stride, Janet Hill thought, as she had innumerable times before, that he certainly was handsome. She always was proud to be seen with Rolf. Janet, of course, hadn’t had time to do much about her own appearance. She had just pulled on her wraps and come as she was. (To Be Continued)

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Eyewitness," by MajorGeneral Fir Ernest D. Swinton, tells one the strangest stories of the war—the story of the development of the tanks. General Swinton. an engineer officer in the regular British army, was sent to France in 1914 as official correspondent. It was his job to spoon-feed the press with such news as G. H. Q. thought the press ought to get. It was, he admits, a thankless job: but while he was filling it. he looked about him and did some thinking, and out of his thinking grew the tanks. Machine guns and barbed wire had given the defense a preponderance of strength. Again and again British assaults on the German lines failed, at frightful cost, because—as one officer remarked — you can’t attack bullets with targets. It was General Swinton who thought of devising an armored machine which could cross trenches and shell holes, tear down barbedwire entanglements, destroy machine gun nests and open the way for the infantry. Bureaucracy almost stifled his idea. Kitchener was unimpressed. G. H. Q. thought the scheme visionary. By good luck, the navy conducted some experiments. Somehow, money was found to build an experimental tank. A "practice battlefield" was built in England. The tank proved its worth. Then, at last, when tanks with trained crews were available, the British high command obligingly tipped off the Germans by using just a few on a small scale offensive. General Swinton, basing his statement on what happened at Cambrai in 1917, insists the war could have been ended a year sooner if the tanks had been saved for one grand surprise assault. Published by Doubleday. Doran & Cos., the book sells for $3.

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In the Dunadwa foothills, a company of “Tommies'* led by Captain Canby lay ready to follow their comrades over the top against the Gurkhas, when dawn tinged the Indian mountains. Across the valley they could see the campfires of the natives.

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Faintly, weird sounds were borne across to them by the night breeze. Pat's father, sleepless, thought of the strange rites going on among the enemy as they raised their courage by incantations to their gcfay. He wondered what might be happening to Pat, hxs daughter.

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

Suddenly a light ahead brought them to a stop. Roger, pistol cocked, investigating, had gone but a few yards when a startled scream brought him racing As though the night had swallowed her up, Patricia Canby had disappeared!

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