Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 259, Indianapolis, Marion County, 9 March 1933 — Page 13

MARCH 9, 1933

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BEGIN HFRF TODAY JANET HIM. and ROLF CARLYLE havr b/n fnne<>fl ilmo'l a vcar, Thfv ha'a put off their marrisfr because J*net Ir.xiM th.v m :*t have 1509 m a •avlna account ffr? Juno vr: ro‘a:v to BRUCE HAMILTON. advartlOriß manager of Every Home Magar;ne and Rolf la empioved In at ad’.ertising off.re ■Jane: deep ’, In love, h not snaplcloua *hep Rolf beeirv to make excuses for hot coming to see her. One oißht he • hraaka ar, ant igeme t ■> hei ind MOLLIK LAMBERT. * :m e. aeroe* the hall, (*;] Janet *h ha' seen him .th another g When Janet asks about this Rolf become' angrv derlare* ’l'.- engagement la meaningles.' and ‘ha’ ;f Jarir' really wanted to marry him the would have done so long ago. They quarrel and Janet la miserable, She learns that the girl Mollie 'aw with Rolf is BETTY KENDALI. niece of * member of ‘be firm for whieh he works Rettv has taxen a lob in her uncles offlee Jane* meets Rolf on the street and he tells her he Is sorry they quarreled Janet, miaunderstanriing she is ready to marry him Immediately As soon as the word- are out. she ffnliM quarrel and she arrti'es F?. sos wanting to marrv BETTY KENDALL for her money NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER ELEVEN (Continued) How long, she wondered, did people go on suffering like this? Did it Just keep on endlessly—-this misery that was almost like physical pain, only worse, because there was nothing you could do about it? lost in her thoughts. Janet forgot the street car, the men and women around her. The ear stopped and Jolted forward again without her noticing it. Then all at once she was conscious that someone was watching her. She raised her head—and found herself looking directly into a pair of blue eyes. CHAPTER TWELVE cttre young man across the aisle flushed slightly and shifted his gaze to the bright border of car cards over Janets head. His blue eyes fastened on a purple and orange monstrosity advertising rough sirup. It must have interested him, for he studied it intently. Janet was able to give him a second, covrrt glance and recognized him at once. He was not, as she had supposed, another of the starers and smilers to be frigidly Ignored. He was the new roomer at Mrs. Snyder's—the young man who had mistaken her room for one that was vacant and come there to borrow an electric light globe. She had seen him only once since, leaving the house one morning ahead of her. Janet’s quick scrutiny took in the dark blue overcoat, and the snap-brim black felt. Yes, he was rather nice looking. Suddenly their eyes met again end this time Janet smiled. The young man smiled, too. Uncomfortably Janet remembered that she tfad not been very gracious the other night. Quite the opposite! She had treated the young man s though he were a burglar, practically accused him of being one. He had been embarrassed and she had done nothing whatever to make the situation easier. “What’s the matter with me lately?” Janet asked herself. “Do I have to quarrel with every one? Can't I even speak civilly to a stranger?” They still were several blocks from the rooming house. Janet did not look toward the young man again, but when they both rose to leave the car he waited to let her go ahead. On the sidewalk she turned, hesitating. The young man swung down to tiie ground. “You’re Mr .Grant, aren’t you?” Jtwiet asked. Only a moment before the name had come to her. “Yes. I wasn't quite sure when I saw you on the car ” “My name’s Janet Hill," the girl went on. “And of course I know you're living at Mrs. Snyder's. liave you been in Lancaster long?” f “A little over a month.” he told her. "The first week I stayed at a hotel, but I didn’t like that very * well.” a a a T TOW tall lie was! Walking be- -*■ -*• side him, Janet felt much less than her 5 feet 5, which certainly was a good average height for a girl. . Something about him made her sure that he had played football and probably other sports. He looked like that. “Do you think you’re going to like It here?" she asked politely. “Oh, I guess so. It’s convenient. I’m working for Standard Steel down in the Ross iter building.” Janet never had heard of Standard Steel, but the name was impressive. “What do you do?” she asked. The young man laughed. He had r pleasant, low-pitched laugh to match his pleasant, low-pitched voice. “To tell tlie truth,” he said, “I'm just beginning to find out what It's all about. I'm supposed to be a salesman some day, I guess. •About all I've done so far is look through files and answer letters. Hefore I came here. I worked in a steel mill. This office life is all new to me.”

Today’s Alniatiac: I Mat-fit 08 1451-Atneri<o Vespucci, e\piOuei-born. I Relatives hurry to i see Amerigo First. WAS# J Sn. ,4l‘ l7QO'Napolei)ii marriw Josephine-maVes up Jiis jniud l>o bosx of Ihi^TamiTy. A,Fter three years derides ho inii+it as well l>e bo?S Os EUIYSJML

I 3 WRIGIEY’S SPEARMINT NOW EVEN BETTER

He mentioned the name of the city where the steel mill was located and added that he had worked there since leaving college two years be- ; fore. There was a pause in the conversation. Steel mills certainly were not a subject on which Janet ! had much information. She could think of absolutely nothing to say about them. But they had almost reached the rooming house. She fell b2Ck on one of the stock questions used with newcomers. “Do - you know many people in Lancaster?” she < asked. “Oh, I've met quite a few at the office. There are a couple of feli lows, too, that I used to know at ! school. Lancaster seems to be a nice place all right. ‘ I guess I'll like it as soon as I get to feel more at home here.” j “You’ll like it,” she assured him j cheerfully. Now they had reached the rooming house. Janet entered and went | to the hall table where mail was j left, to see if there was anything j for her. Young Mr. Grant hurried i up the stairs. There were no letters on the table I tor Janet, but she lingered to speak j to Mrs. Snyder who appeared in the i doorway. Then she mounted the j stairs slowly and went to her room. No letters. No telephone calls. I Nothing but a lonely evening ahead, j exactly like last night and the | night before. Xt ft SHE closed the door behind her, took off her hat and coat and i went about the business of prepar- ! ing a sketchy meal. Eating was only : a matter of routine these days. As she lit the gas burner and | set the tea kettle on to heat, Janet’s j thoughts returned to the young man j upstairs. Rather a. nice young man, , she thought casually. Not handsome, not really good- . looking like Rolf—oh, there she was, [ doing what she had sworn she would not do! Thinking about Rolf. Comparing everything she did to other days and evenings when she had been with him! Why couldn’t she stop it? Well, she would stop! She deliberately would put Rolf Carlyle out of her mind, as she had assured herself again and again she had already done. She would not think about him! There was that young man upstairs, Mr. Grant. Janet wondered idly what his first name might be. Anything of course. You never could tell about names. She liked the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled. They were such very blue eyes. She liked the way he laughed, too, and the low pitch of his voice. Well, she had tried to make up for the cross way she had spoken that other night. She hoped she had made a better impression this time. Not that Janet had tried consciously to create an “impression” of any sort. It was natural, though, for her to be friendly with every one. She didn't like to think of herself as being cross and snappish even when there were excuses for it. “I'm glad.” she said to herself, “that he didn’t say anything about a date. Since he’s already made friends, I won’t have to worry about that.” A few days later one of Janet’s questions about the new roomer was answered. She learned that his first name was Jeffrey, for among the letters laid out on the table In the hall was one addressed to “Mr. Jeffrey R. Grant.” It was rather a nice name and it seemed to suit him. nun A WEEK passed and she did not 1 see Jeffrey Grant again. February had given way to March, which arrived in lamb-like fashion and remained that way. Each day the sun shone. The wind lost its chilly nip and at midday was almost zephyr-like. Crowds louring out of down-town buildings lingered on the sidewalks to chat and sun themselves. The windows of department stores blossomed with bright-colored spring raiment. Already girls were wearing little snug hats and some of them had discarded winter coats for jacket suits and lightweight wraps that might b a cool, but undeniably were trim and becoming. Tulips and hyacinths and freesias made gay masses of bloom in the (lower shops, and every sign pointed to spring. What a time to be lonely and unhappy! What a time to nurse heartache. to paint a brave smile on lips that did not dare to stop smiling! Janet tried to find solace in work. It was a busy time in the Every Home office and she was grateful for I it. She arrived early and remained \ late. Bruce Hamilton, who customarily forgot that- those he worked with j lacked his immense physical energy | and dynamic driving power, abused : every privilege of an employer. He S gave her more work regularly than any secretary could turn ou; between the hours of 9 and 5 o'clock. He gave her errands outside the office and he was irritable when the letter he wanted was not on his desk the minute he wanted it. Janet was uncomplaining. When she was too tired to think of anything except the ache in her shoulders. it was easier to forget spring nights a year ago. It was easier to forget a sky of midnight velvet, splashed with stari shine, soft winds playing a mad, exi citing melody, a boy and a girl, hearts beating high and in unison | and the world at their feet. It was easier to forget that all that was over— She came slowly up the stairs of | the rooming house one evening, pausing on the next to the top step ;to find the key in her purse. A door halfway down the hall opened and Mollie Lambert emerged. "Janet!” she exclaimed eagerly. "You're the very person I’ve been looking for!” (Tp Be Continued!

OUR BOARDING HOUSE

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A cool drink from the soldier’s canteen quickly revived Pat. She awoke to a scene of furious combat. British soldiers were everywhere, silently and efficiently advancing in the face of a murderous fire from natives concealed behind hastily constructed ■barricades.

TEE INDIANAPOLIS TRIES

Her companion quickly explained that a short distance away was a large field, where it was possible for the planes circling overhead to come down. There, he thought, he could signal one of the nlanes and put Pat in a place of comparative safety.

—By Ahern

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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