Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 258, Indianapolis, Marion County, 8 March 1933 — Page 11

MARCH 8, 1933_

Bl f.IN Hf RE TODAY JANET HILI, Br,n ROLF CARI.YIJ! ha *- br> n fr.eaued almost a ymi. Th' v has a p.it o(T thrir mamas? bata'iW Janat In.i.st* thrv must, have SSOO in a account first. Janet is secretary to FRT'CF HAMTLTON. adverlUlne manayer of Every Home Maeaylne and Rolf is arr.nloved In an advertlatna office Janet deeply )n love, (s not auspicious * hen Rolf basin* to make cxe -n for hot eomuie to m her. One night he breaks an encasement * sth bar and MOIXIF. LAMBERT vbo lives s-re-s :ha hail tells Janet she has seen him y'.th another sir! When Janet avis aho J this Rolf become- an*;- declares their enacement Is meaningless end that :f Jane* reaiiv y anted to marrv him she would hv" done s 0 ] onß a?o. They ouarrel and Janet .s mi-sere'> She learn 1 th.it the sirl Mollie sa'’ *> ith Rolf is RPHTY KENT)AT I, nl-re of a member of the firm for which he work* Betty has taken a lob in her uncle a office Janet meets RoT on the st r ee‘ and he te■; - her he is "orry they ocarre ed. NOW c.O ON WITH TIIE STORY CHAPTER TEN (Continued) The color that had left her face st the surprise encounter came flooding back and her heart was singing with excitement. But at Rolf s mention of the Atlas Advertising office that singing ceased abruptly. Janet spoke before she could check the words. "I understand you have anew girl in your office. Miss Kendall!" "Oh, yes.” Rolf's tone was casual. If Betty Kendall’s name had any special significance for him he did not betray it. "She’s D. R.’s niece—maybe you knew that. Doesn’t know anything about writing ads, of course, but I suppose she can learn.’’ "She's very pretty,” Janet said. “I saw her picture in the Times.” - Apparently Rolf thought this statement needed no comment. There was something lie wanted to say and it did not seem to come easily. They had reached a corner where the only building was set back from the street. There was no one else near. Rolf slowed his step and said, “Listen, Janet, I want you to know I'm sorry about the other night. We shouldn't have quarreled that way. I mean I wish we could be friends—” She looked at him swiftly. The young man’s eyes wore straight jjdiend. Janet’s own voice sounded hushed and a trifle breathless. “I’m sorry, too,” she said. “I didn’t mean all those things I said. I shouldn’t have said them. "Only—well. I guess I misunderstood. I thought you were in love with that other girl. With Betty Kendall. Oh, Rolf, these two weeks have been terrible! I couldn’t eat or sleep or anything. I’ve wanted to talk to you! "I've wanted to tell you I don’t feel the way I did about getting married. I mean I was wrong. We don’t need to wait unti we’ve saved SSOO. We don’t need to wait at all. Til marry you any time. Today! <his very afternoon if you say so!’ She stopped, suddenly alarmed. CHAPTER ELEVEN IT was not feminine intuition that told Janet Hill something was wrong. Any one could have read the warning in the face of the young man beside her. Janet said, “Oh—!” and stopped, and for an instant her eyes clung to Rolf’s, questioning. “I—l guess I've made a mistake,” she said slowly. . “You don't want to get married. Nut to me, anyhow. That’s what you mean, isn’t it?” “Now please, Janet —!” The girl’s eyes darkened. Her voice that had been wistful, frightened was suddenly flat, “That’s what you mean,” she repeated. "All that you said about r, putting off our wedding—about caring more for my job than for you—v as just talk. You were trying to put the blame on me! , . “You made it look as though it was my fault, but you didn’t care. You never could have cared—really!” The young man interrupted. ‘I don’t know why you have to take it this way!” he protested. “What other way is there to take it?” Carlyle frowned. “Oh, what s the use. Janet? Do we have to row about it? Seems to me we had enough of that the other night. Why can’t you be sensible—?" "Sensible?” The last syllable rose almost to hysteria. "So that’s what I’m to be! You want me to be sensible!” She had thought he was apologizing, that he was telling her the misery of the past weeks had all been a hideous dream. For one mad. ecstatic moment she had imagined that misunderstandings had been swept away and that Rolf still loved her. ”1 don't see any reason why we can’t still be friends,” he went on clumsily. "That’s what I was trying to tell you. You know as well ns I do 't is foolish to talk about getting married.” n u J ANET'S cheeks smarted. A moment before she had told Rolf she would marry him any time—this very day. But that wasn’t what he wanted. He didn't want to marry her at all. She practically had thrown herself at him and he was asking her to be sensible! "All right,” Janet said. “I’ll show you how sensible I can be. The whole thing is easy enough to understand. Anybody could see it! You don't want to be engaged to me now and it’s because of this other girl. Betty Kendall ” "Leave her out of this!” Rolf cut in angrily. "Why should I? Just because they print her picture in the newspapers? Because she's Dwight Kendall's niece and goes to lots of parties and she's rich? "Those reasons aren't good enough for me! Oh. I realize they mean a lot to you. Well, you can go ahead and take Miss Kendall to all the theaters and lunches and everything else you want to! Go ahead and marry her, why don't you? "That wouldn’t be so foolish! Oh. tj.o—it wouldn't be foolish to marry a girl with all the money she has!” “Janet, for Lord's sake—” “There's just one thing I want to tell you,” the girl went on as

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though she had not been interrupted. "The other night when I told you I didnt ever want to see you again I didn't mean it. I was sorry afterward. I didn't mean the other things I said then, but I. mean them now! It's funny to think I've known you all this time and yet never really understood you. I—l didn't know you were just a fortune hunter!” Whirling, half-blinded by tears, she turned and almost ran down the street. At the intersection she hailed a taxi, gave the address and sank back gratefully into the sheltering darkness of the cab. The sobs would stay back no longer and Janet let them come.

HOURS later, sitting in her own room, Janet heard a knock at the door. She did not answer. It might have been Josie or Mrs. Snyder or someone else to say there was a message or a telephone call. Janet sat quite still, curled up in the one big comfortable chair, until whoever had knocked went away. She looked small, almost childish, with the pink bathrobe wrapped about her, her hair pushed back in careless disarray. The light from the table lamp across the room was subdued. Janet sat in the shadows and tried to tell herself as she had for the last hour that she should be glad things had happened as they had. Even though it hurt so much, it was better to know that Rolf was independable and fickle. She would have had to find it out some time. He had forgotten all the promises he had made or else never had meant them. Since Rolf was like that, it W'a.s better to know. Oh, yes, much better! If he thought he was in love with Betty Kendall with her pretty, expensive clothes and her rich friends—if that was what Rolf wanted she should be glad to know it! There were no tears in Janet’s eyes now. Tragic eyes they were, looking out of such a young face. The tears had come and were gone. Janet, staring straight ahead, told herself that she should hate Rolf, but she could not do that. She could only wonder how f she was to live through the days to come. It was all over now’, of course. Everything! She knew definitely that Rolf no longer cared. What feeling he might have had for her—and he nad cared once—was gone. “I'll never see him again,” she thought. “Or if I do, it won’t make any difference. It’s finished and I mustn’t care. I mustn't let myself care!" But all the while she was arguing against a lasing game. Deep in the farthest corner of her heart Janet knew that it was not finished. She could never stop loving Rolf. Knowing his faults, recognizing his weaknesses, he was still the man she loved, and Janet could not help herself. ana Bruce Hamilton was back at his desk Monday morning. He came striding into the office with a buoyant, swinging step and within five minutes the place was a-hum with activity. Hamilton's trip had been successful. It would mean several hundreds of dollars for Every Home. On the train returning he had made notations which he wanted transcribed at once. There were several long distance calls to be put through. Half a dozen times he sent Janet hurrying down the hall to find Mr. Douglass or Mr. Cressy, to deliver messages or bring back papers. The Monday morning rush continued into the afternoon when Hamilton had an appointment outside the building. During his absence the long distance call he had been expecting all day came through and it took almost twenty minutes of determined effort before Janet was able to locate him. Then as soon as Hamilton had finished talking to the out-of-town agency, he called Janet back and reversed earlier instructions. A large part of her afternoon's work had to be done over. To add to her trials, Janet was obliged to change a typewriter ribbon —a small task which fc some reason she always had found extremely distasteful. She was just getting at work again, with the new ribbon in place, when a small, round-faced girl wearing a blue dress appeared in the doorway. When she saw' that Janet was alone she entered. It was Pauline Hayden, who worked in the downstairs office. “Well, did Simon Legree get back?” she asked. Janet smiled. “You’re not talking about Mr. Hamilton, are you?" “W r ho else? That slave driver—” “But he isn’t!” Janet objected. "Oh, is that so?’ Pauline sniffed. "Say didn't I work for him during your vacation last summer? I guess I know! He's the world’s worst I don't see how you sand it!” “But Mr. Hamilton isn’t hard to work for. He’s considerate—” "Sure, like a steam roller! But I should worry—he’s not my boss. How about slipping down to the lunch counter with me for a cup of coffee?” Janet glanced at the clock. “I’d like to,” she said hesitantly, “but I'm afraid I can't.” Pauline's head bobbed knowingly. "Legree wouldn't like it, I suppose! 11l bet you don't get out of this place until 6 o'clock tonight ” As it turned out it was almost that time when Janet boarded the car to ride home. Fortunately it was not crowded and she found a seat. She had been glad to be busy all day. glad that there had been work to do, but now r she realized how r tired she was. Janet leaned back wearily, thinking of the evening ahead. All of the evenings were long and dreary now that there was nothing to look forward to. (To Be Continued)

OUR HOARDING HOUSE

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SALESMAN SAM

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TARZAN THE UNTAMED

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THE INDIANAPOLIS TDIES

Crowding the street beneath, in the rising dawn she was astonished to see British troops marching. And overhead, circled and swooped several airplanes which she recognized as part of the famous “Crimson Squadron.”

—By Ahern

OUT OUR WAY

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

Suddenly she was aware that w’alls no longer surrounded her. A man came running toward her, and her heart gave a leap as she recognized the uniform of the British army! She swayed and would have fallen had the soldier not caught her in his arms.

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