Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 256, Indianapolis, Marion County, 6 March 1933 — Page 11

MARCH 6, 1933

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RH.IN 111 R 1 TOP%Y JANF.T MIU r.r! HOLE CARLYLE have hern n.faitfrt p :np<! a rear Thrv have put Off their nia:-:>*e hcratise .lanr; tnthey must have 1300 in a aavinns acrount fir*.; Rolf entow tv*ndm monev and Held eeM.i,' ' atv to ..v.e f 1-.• a.no .r.t la distasteful to him. Janet works a aerre'arv to BLL'CL HA IILTON. d---'•rttaine tr.ar jb' T of Every Home Magazine. *t,d L's is emoloved at an advertising aerr.cv. Janet ri*cniv in love, is not suspicion* vhrp Rolf t to make excises for hot count.;? to her On" night he Lc a • at, n.v t with her, MOLLIS LAMBERI who live.' across 11 r- i.. ■ jar.e; she has seen Rolf entenne a •!■ ■' 'h ar.otr.er air!. Janet meets Rolf next rlav after work and tens him "ha* Mollie has said Rolf beco -rt a grv ' s their er,cagemen;. is n.i ... ah and "hat if Janet, reniiv wanted to marry him she would ha'f don" so lor.e a (to. They o inrrrl. Janet Is miserable, hoping Rolf will call or come to see her. but he does not NOW 1.0 (IN WITH TUT STORt CHAPTER EIGHT JANET paid for the examination and took the street car home. More than what the doctor had {inid. Mr. Hamilton's words had alarmed h r r. Hhe would have to stop the headaches or she might And herself without a job. Mr. Hamilton had said an office was no place for sick people. She lay down for a nap and was surprised to find when she awoke that it was aim m 5 o'clock. Janet arose, bathed and dressed more carefully than she had for days. .She walked a down blocks in the February dusk before she entered a restaurant and ordered dinner. The brisk walk had made her hungiv and she had to admit to herself that the food made her feel better. She was at work next morning ten minutes before Hamilton arrived and greeted him. smiling. Yes, she told him, the headacne was gone. She was following the doctors instructions and felt improved all ready. But all her resolves could not ’-HI the quickening of her heart when the telephone rang, the chill of disappointment when the voice over 1 lie wire was not Rolf's. She went to lunch with Pauline Hayden from the business office and that evening, instead of staying in her room a'lone. she knocked on Mollie Lambert’s door and asked *if Mollie would like to see a movie. The other girl was in pajamas, reading a newspaper. “Sure 1 would,’’ she said. “Be ready in two minutes. Get a load of this, will you? Do some girls have all the luck!’’ She sighed heavily and held up the newspaper, pointing to headlines that prod imed the discovery of a new' "baby star” in the movies. 'Die future screen celebrity just had signed a contract for SSOO a work. Janet took the newspaper and sank into a chair to read it. And at once a picture on the opposite page caught her eye. She stared at it as though hypnotized. a a tt CHAPTER NINE WHERE, Janet asked herself, had she seen that face before? Such a pretty girl with dark, curling hair, eyes that were wide set and fringed with deep lashes. She was as young as Janet, perhaps younger. Where in the world—? All at once she remembered. Tins was the girl she had seen entering the Brewster Coffee Shop—the girl with the young man who looked like Rolf. Janet studied the picture closely Yes, it certainly was the same girl She had been smiling then, her head turned in half-profile exactly as the photographer had caught this picture. Oh, there was no doubt of it! ♦ The picture was one of four, grouped in what in a newspaper office is known ns a “layout.” The caption above read, ‘‘Society Buds Forsake Parties for Jobs in Stores and Offices.” Beneath the picture of the girl with the dark hair were the words. “Miss Betty Kendall, above, daughter of Mrs. E. K. Curtis and a member of the Junior Guild, has embarked on a career in the field of advertising.” Advertising! Janet scanned the column of type below the picture. “At least, a dozen young women,” the first paragraph began, “promi-

A DAT BY BRUC£ CAITON

M ASTER of his universe while at sea. and a helpless child when nshore—that is the old-time sea captain, as presented in "Mother Rea," a novel by Felix Resenberg. We pet. here the picture of an energetic young salt who becomes master of a square-rigged ship in the dying days of sail, at the close the nineteenth century. He has fought his way to the top over a rough road, and just as he gets there he finds the world has changed and the sailing ship’s era is over. So he has to shift to steam, stepping down to the position of third mate on a trans-Atlantic liner to begin the climb all over again. When he is actually at sea the man is superb, but when ho comtS ashore he flounders: and something along the same line can be said of Mr. Resenberg himself. While he is describing life at yea—a hurricane off Cape Hatteras ishe wanderings of a rickety tramp steamer, the salvaging of a derelict-. the way In which the sea molds a man’s life and sets him apart—Mr. Resenberg is not far from being a really great writer. But when he tells of his hero's adventures ashhore, where he makes an ill-advised marriage and generally acts like a fish out of water, his skill seems to desert him. The book, consequently, is uneven. But the good parts are very numerous and very goqd. the tale itself is an exciting one. and those who like sea stories are urgently advised not to miss this one. Published by Claude Kendall, ‘•Mother Sea ’ sells for $2.50.

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nent in Lancaster’s younger social set, are forsaking parties and club meetings these days to work in offices and stores and even to show real estate to prospective clients. They declare that selling books and art goods, writing advertisements, and telling people how to decorate their homes is far more Interesting than a round of bridge playing and dancing.” That was not what Janet wanted to know. She skipped several paragraphs, then came to this: “Miss Betty Kendall, who is one of the mast popular members of the Junior Guild, has chosen the field of advertising and is now employed in the office of the Atlas AdverWwight R. Kendall, is vice-presi-tising Company, of which her uncle dent. , “Miss Kendall attended Miss Mayberry's school from which she was graduated .ast spring—” Betty Kendall employed by the A'las Advertising Company. Dwight Kendall's niece! tt tt tt JANET looked at the picture ” again. Her memory flashed back to that Saturday afternoon —ten days ago, was it?—when she had passed the Brewster hotel on her way to lunch. She saw the girl in the dark fur coat and the young man beside her. The whole scene reappeared exactly as it had happened—the girl looking up, smiling, the man with the topcoat like Rolf's holding open the door of the Coffee Shop. The couple, of course, were on their way to a luncheon date. She even felt again the stab of amazement that had come over her when she had tnought she recognized Rolf. But it had been Rolf! Os course it had. Rolf and Betty Kendall, this society girl who was playing at working in the same office where he worked. Oh, why did girls from rich homes have to do such things? Why couldn’t they leave the jobs for those who needed them? Why couldn’t they leave the jobs alone and the men who were engaged to other girls ! “But Rolf told me he wasn’t there. He said I was mistaken,” Janet reminded herself. Had he? Had Rolf really put that denial into words or had he only said something that 1 she took to mean the same thing? Janet wasn’t sure. She couldn’t remember about that. She sat staring at the picture of this other girl. The ache in Janet’s heart was almost like physical pain. She had forgotten everything except that Rolf did not want to be engaged to her any more. She had forgotten that she and Mollie Lambert were going to the movies. Mollie, before the mirror, added a final, hasty dab of powder to her nase and turned. “Just as soon as I get my hat on now—” she said, the sentence dying away unfinished. She picked up a brown hat with a great feather on it and pulled it, down over her head. “Mollie!” The other whirled. “Mollie, I want you to look at this.” “Look at what?” She classed to Janet's side. It was the picture of Betty Kendall, smiling out of the newspaper page, that Janet held up. ‘•Did you ever see her?” Janet asked. # it ' AyjOLLIE frowned. “Don’t think so. What's her name?” Then she read aloud, "Betty Kendall.’ For an instant Mollie was silent, pursing her lips. All at once she said, “On —!” with a swift intake of breath as though she meant to suppress the exclamation. “Where did you see her?” Janet persisted. "I'm not sure,” the other girl said slowly. “I—well, to be honest. She looks something like that girl I saw Rolf Carlyle with the other night. But maybe I'm mistaaken. I wouldn't want to swear to it—” “That’s who it is.” Janet said quickly. “She’s working in the same office where Rolf works. Her uncle is vice-president of the company.” “Vice-president? Then what’s she working for?” “Because,” Janet smiled bitterly, “It's fashionable to work these days. All the ‘society buds’ are doing it. See—that's what the paper says. Oh. you're right about it, Mollie. That's the girl!” Mollie Lambert was older than Janet. She plumped down beside the younger girl. “Listen,” Mollie said earnestly, “maybe I shouldn't have said what I did the other night. I mean about Rolf. Gee. I didn’t want to start any trouble. You —well, you haven’t been looking quite like yourself, Janet. “I’ve been worried. Afraid maybe you and Rolf had had a row or somethin®. Is there anything wrong?” “No. Nothing.” Mollie seemed relieved. “Well. I'm glad to hear that,” she said. "You know it doesn't really mean anything if the boy friend wants to step out on a date now and then. People don't feel the way they used to about things like that. I mean even when you're engaged. “But we're not." Janet put in quickly. “Rolf's free to do anything he wants to ’’ “You’re not engaged? You mean you've broken it off?” The other girl nodded. “Oh, but Janet, that's terrible! Oh, I hope it wasn't because of what I told you?” “It wasn't your fault.” Janet assured her. With a touch of the bitter humor she had voiced a moment before, she went on. “Rolf and I are different. We—we don't like the same things. “He wants a good time and I don't care about that. The whole thing was a mistake " (To Be Continued)

OUR BOARDING HOUSE

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FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS

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WASHINGTON TUBBS II

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SALESMAN SAM

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BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES

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TARZAN THE UNTAMED

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‘‘Your highness, what means this?" Pat faltered as the Maharajah ap'proached her. "It means," he replied wickedly, "that ever since I beheld you first, I desired you—and now I have you!" Too stunned to reply. Pat stepped quickly backward.

; THE INDIANAPOLIS TRIES

In doing so, a silken rug, slipping on the polished floor, betrayed her and she fell. Immediately the swarthy monarch caught her, and despite her frantic struggles, enveloped her in his arms.

—By Ahern

OUT OUR WAY

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Pat gave herself up for lost, knowing how useless it was to scream for help. The though of her father—and of Roger— Oh! Why had she not accepted his honest love! The man’s breath touched her faoe .. . she heard his mocking voice ~.

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

For a moment all went black before her eyes. Suddenly her brain cleared . . . she recalled the Ranee's subtle reference to suicide: "Women of your race prefer death to dishonor!” Quickly sh drew the Jeweled dagger from her bosom.

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