Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 257, Indianapolis, Marion County, 7 March 1933 — Page 11

MARCH 7, 1033-

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Mcr.iv in Rf today JANET HIIX tnrt ROLF CARIYLE >’•* b#r\ engag'd lmot * veer They htv* put off theli mti iege b •lenrt Int*t Ihev niuet heve <VOO in e eevtng* account flrut. Jnet. u eeeretery to BRUCE HAMILTON, ertve rtiaing meneeer of Every Home megailne end Rolf te employed In m edvertlatng office Janet, deeply in love, la not eueplcioue y hen Rolf begine to mane excnaei lor , not coming to *ee het On# night he hreaki en engagement with het and MOLLIE LAMBERT who Ilve.v across the hell, tells Janet she has seen him with another girl. When Jarel aslte ebo .t this Rolf becomes angry, declares their engagement i la meanlngteea and that if Janet realiv wanted to marry him she would have done so long ago. They quarrel and j Janet is miserable She learns that the air! Mollie saw with Rolf is BETTY KENDALL, niece of a member of the firm for which he works Betty hea taken a Job In ner ! uncle* office. CHAPTER NINE (Continued) HER words rose hysterically. . then broke off Janet's lips trembled and she turned away quickly. It was the first time she had told any one that, her engagement was at an end. She had been repeating Rolfs words, almost literally. -But that’s all nonsense!" Mollie said heatedly. Why, I thought .vou and Rolf were crazy about each other!" • Well, were not. We’re—not going to see each other any more!” Mollie put a hand on the other girl’s shoulder. "Don't worry, honey. It’ll all come out all right. He’ll be back, more in love with you than ever." Janet shook her head. ‘ I haven’t seen him for a week,” she said. ‘‘l thought maybe he'd telephone or drop m at the office or something, but he hasn't. It’s thus other girl.! He s probably with her now— ’’ "Well, then, give him a taste of the same medicine! What you ought to do Is step out with some other fellows. Show him you don’t care!” "Maybe you’re right,” Janet glared. "Maybe I should. ” But she knew In her heart she couldn’t do lhat. She didn’t want to go out with other young men. How could she laugh and talk ga.vly when her heart was like lead? Suddenly Janet aroused herself. She said with a smile that only half succeeded, "Say, weren’t we going to the movies? We ll never got there unless we get started.” "That’s right," Mollie agreed. •Come on!” They chose the Princess downtown with its ebony and silver j foyer and its plush seats instead of the neighborhood movie house. The last time Janet had gone to Ihe neighborhood theater she had been with Rolf and she didn’t want to be reminded of that evening. However, the leading man in the Princess picture had played in the film she and Rolf had seen and it was useless to try to forget that other evening. "You poor kid!” Mollie exclaimed later as they said goodnight. "You mustn’t take it so hard. You'll see Rolf again before long!” Would she? If she did see Rolf what would she say? Janet had puzzled over this problem often without coming to a decision. Suppose he telephoned or she met him on the street. What should -he fcay? Three nights later she was to know the answer.' CHAPTER TEN IT seemed to Janet that she had been thinking of Rolf and no one or anything else but, Rolf since (he day she last, had him, the day their engagement had come to an end. But when she came face to face with him again, Rolf Carlyle was far from her thoughts. It was on the Saturday following her trip to the movies with Mollie. •Janet was in front of the Brewster hotel. By odd coincidence it was almost exactly the same place where she had seen Rolf with Betty Kendall on that other Saturday. It happened this way: Janet had had a very special task to perform that morning. Bruce Hamilton was out of town. He had departed unexpectedly the clay before, making hurried preparations. In the midst of half an hour of rapid fire dictation Hamilton had suddenly stopped short. "Good Lord!” he exclaimed. “I forgot about Miss Graham!”

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MARK L. REQUA, famous as a mining engineer and a coworker of Herbert Hoover's, has turned novelist. His first venture Is "Grubstake," a story of mining days in old-time Nevada, and it is a fast-moving, exciting, and eminently readable yarn. Requa takes us to the boom town of Sulphide in the ’7os of the last century. One Shorty, veteran prospector, chases a wandering mule up a barren canyon and stumbles on a fabulously rich gold vein—a bonanza big enough to make him a millionaire many times over. The fun begins when Shorty gets back to town with his samples for assay. The assaver turns out to be a crook. He reports to Shorty that the ore will run only a few dollars to the ton. hardly enough to make the vein worth working: but to Bill Patrick, hard-eyed saloon keeper, he reveals its true worth, and he and Patrick scheme to get it away from Shorty before he finds out what a prize he has got. The rest of the story tells how Shorty and the two youngsters who grubstaked him foil this plot, and the book winds up with a gun battle as thrilling as the one which climaxes Wister's "Virginian.” Aside from the melodrama, the book is interesting, because of the picture it gives of the old-time mining town and mining folk. The picture is well drawn and authentic. If you like "westerns," you'll enjoy "Grubstake.” Published by Scribners, the book sells for $2.

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Janet knew about Miss Graham | She was an important member of the advertising staff of FtsherLooms, Inc —One of Every Home’s best clients. Miss Graham was coming to Lancester to arrange some demonstrations of Fisher products. Very high type demonstra- ! tions with educational value. The plan was to persuade one of the local women’s organizations to sponsor the affair. Since Fisher Looms had been buying a page of space in every issue of Every Home Magazine for more than six months and there would be anew contract to discuss before long it certainly behooved Bruce Hamilton, the magazine's advertising manager, to show Miss Graham every courtesy "She gets in Saturday morning," Hamilton said. “I was to have lunch with her.” He paused, frowning at the metal ink stand before him, and tapped his desk meditatively. There were several moments of silence. Then all at once he exclaimed. “See here—hows this? Why can't you go to see Miss Graham and take her to lunch?” "But, Mr. Hamilton—!” He was smiling. ‘‘You’ll like her,” Hamilton assured the girl. "And you can do it, too. Tell her why I couldn't make it. Tell her I’ll give her a ring Monday morning and arrange to see her later.” "You see,” he went on, eying ; Janet, "if you don't go, I’ll have to ask Dawson. Somebody s got to be there. If Chambers was here he'd i take care of it. but he isn’t here—and Dawson puts his finger into this department too much as it is. ‘ Don’t say anything to Miss Graham about the new contract. I’ll take care of all that. Tell her we want to be helpful in every way we can—” B B B AND thus Janet Hill found her- . self lunching at tlie Brewster Coffee Shop Saturday noon. She never had been in the hotel before, but Miss Graham was staying there. Janet thought Miss Graham was one of the most attractive women she had ever seen. She marveled that such a beauty j should want to devote her days to figuring prices, okaying proofs, discussing column inches —all the dull routine of business in an advertising office. Miss Graham, however, didn’t seem to think it dull business She asked questions about Lancaster and talked gayly, interestingly of other | cities she had visited. Janet was fascinated. She was so interested in all Miss Graham said that the excitement, of lunching at the Brewster was forgotten. Over the coffee and dessert they i sat talking until suddenly Janet I realized how late it w'as getting. She | offered excuses, smiled, and blushed | when the older woman paid her a j compliment, and said goodby. She had carried out Mr. Hamil- ! ton’s insructions exactly as he had i said. It gave Janet a pleasant, feelj ing of importance to have had a | part in dealing with one of the magazine’s clients. It made her feel that she was more than just a secretary who typed letters, answered telephone J calls and took care of Mr. Hamilton’s appointments. "If I only could be like she is some day,” Janet thought, "working wouldn’t, be so bad.” She was thinking of the becoming suit and handsome fox scarf Miss Graham had worn, the distinctive way her short, dark hair laid back from her face. What was that Miss Graham had said about the little town in Mex-

ico—? Janet pushed through the hotel door out to the street. She turned and almost walked into someone. A tall man in a gray topcoat. Startled, Janet stepped back. "Oh, excuse me—!” she began with a little Embarrassed laugh and then, stopped. Her face drained of color. It was Rolf Carlyle. He stood looking down at her and he said, "Why—Janet!” in a voice that was not quite steady. It might have been surprise or emotion that gave the words that unnatural sound. "Why, Janet!” Rolf said and then added, "Sorry. I didn’t see you—” ’T guess I wasn’t looking where I was going,” the girl said quickly. Her composure had returned. "How l are you, Rolf?” "Oh. I’m all right. It was—sort of a surprise meeting you like this.” "Yes, it was.” Neither of them spoke for a moment. Ihen Rolf said, flushing ‘(lightly, "Which way are you go,Jig?” tt an T"\ID he wonder why she happened to be coming from the Brewster hotel? Janet failed to enlighten him. It was Saturday afternoon and she was not due back at the office, but for some reason she didu’t w'ant to tell Rolf that. She didn’t want him to think she had nothing to do with a half-holiday but go home and stay there now that she was no longer engaged to him. For an instant she considered pretending that she had a date. Then she said, "I have to do some shopping. I’m on my way to Lansings’.” Lansings’ was the town's largest department store. "Going that way myself. Mind if I walk along?” "Why, no. Os course not.” They walked the length of the block. Rolf spoke of the weather which was pleasant and said that spring certainly would be here almost any day now. Janet agreed, adding that some of the shrubs in the park were beginning to show buds. Rolf, with a slight air of self-satisfaction, told her he was handling a’ new "account.” It was a good one. He went on to mention some trivial office gossip. Janet's face was an effective mask. No one would have guessed to look at her that her heart was pounding feverishly, that her hands in their neat black gloves were like Ice. (To Be Continued)

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FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS

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TARZAN THE UNTAMED

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With supreme effort Pat WTenched her arms free from the Maharajah's clutches, the jeweled dagger flashing in her raised right hand. One brief second it poised in air before it descended. Now it was the Maharajah's turn to feel terror!

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He made a vain lunge for the glittering w eapon, thinking to prevent his victim from killing herself. But that was not Pats purpose! Backed bv the full force of her strong young arm, the blade descended.

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It drove straight through her persecutor’s heart. Writhing in pain, the Maharajah fell to the floor, tried to call for help, then suddenly stiffened. Pat had killed a man! At the thought, a dizziness swept over her.

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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Her heart thumped wildly and a noise like the distant hum of airplane engines buzzed in her ears. The sound increased and there came shouts from outside. But Pat's only thought was to escape before the Maharajah's death was discovered.

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