Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 261, Indianapolis, Marion County, 11 March 1933 — Page 11

MARCH 11, 1033

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BEGIN HIRI TODAY JANET HILL breaks her er.eagement v.th ROLF CARLYLE after learning he has been going out with BETTY KENDALL. a ociety girl and niece ol a member of the company for which he works. Janet ) secretary to BRUCE HAMILTON adsertislng manager ol’ Every Home Magazine. and Rolf Ls employed in an advertizing office. Jane still 1* r tl Re ‘ but he hM dec’ll red their engagement didn't “mean anything ' and acru r ed her of not really wanting to marry him because she has Insisted on postponing the marriage lit:!', -hey hare <avert om<* money. jane lonely and unhappy. One high - on a street ear sne meets JEFFREY Orant, young engineer who has recently moved to the rooming ho'isi where she live A few nigh" later MOLLTF LAMBERT who lives across the hail, urges Jane' to comr on a “blind da'e Janet declines, then agrees when Mollie deelares Janet should show some pride In-'end of mourning over a “two-timer who let her down ' ... , Janet dresses hastily and Mollie loans her a coa' A rail from downstairs indira e. that the two men are waiting. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER FOURTEEN (Continued) Mr. Mullins shook Janet's hand nod : aid that he certainly was 'lad to know her. A1 Schlldner cut in to exclaim cheerily, ‘How about it? Are we all set? Then let's step on it!” Mollies "boy friend" wore his brown felt at a jaunty angle. He was only a little taller than Mollie and no one in the world would have called him handsome. Still, there was something engaging about his irregular features. He had a quick way of looking at the person to whom he spoke and his words came in short, jerking phrases. It was Al'r. car in which they were to ride. He called it “the jus” and ushered them out of the house in short order. By the time they were settled in the car—Mollie and Al in the front seat and Janet and her escort behind —Mollie was addressing Mr. Mullins as “Frank” and telling him about the time the car stalled out on Hillcrest road and Al worked on it half an hour before he discovered it was out of gas. Mollie and Al both laughed about that. tt tt tt I ANET didn’t like the way Mr. Mullins slipped his arm across the back of the seat. She wanted to ask him to move it, but that seemed to be giving the matter too much importance. Instead, she sat rather uncomfortably straight, so that the arm barely touched her. ‘S‘ay—”, Mullins eyed her approvingly. ‘‘l’m glad you and I are going to have a chance to get acquainted. Yes, sir—glad I got in on this party. Looks to me as though this is going to be a large evening!” Janet said, ‘‘Mollie told me you’re from Spruce City.” The words sounded prim and rather stilted, but it was the best, she could do. She had to say something to discourage his obvious advances. Mullins laughed. “You said it! I'm from there, and a swell place it is to be away from! That's all that town’s good so” Bay, Spruce City is so dead—” For the remainder of tlv? ride to Reigals’ restaurant Janet listened to a description of Spruce City. It was a poor place in the opinion of Frank Mullins, who evidently regarded Lancaster as far more desirable. He liked ‘‘a town with some life,’ he assured her. The people in Spruce City were dumbbells. They “didn’t know what it was all about.” Mullins’ conversation was filled with such phrases. He still was talking when they arrived at Reigals'. It was anew place and Janet never had been there. The entrance was impressive with a canopy leading from the curb to the doorway. They had to park the car on a side street and walk back half a block, so some of this impressiveness was lost. Me Hie caught Janet’s arm just before they entered. “Having a good time?” she whispered. Janet smiled and nodded She wasn't, but there was no reason for Mollie to know that. Even if she were miserable, she didn't want Mollie to know it. She had sworn to make .the whole world believe that she was gay and care-free tonight!

g~TOOR infr iY BRUC4 CM TON

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INSIDE the restaurant they were greeted with the strains of a new fox trot. Reigals’ boasted dinner music and dancing. The dining room was a large square with walls intended to imitate Spanish tiling. There was an abundance of dark red and pale green In the decorations. There was a dark red carpet, red leather chairs and red glasses on the crisp white tablecloth. Four musicians, on a raised platform at the far side of the room, were beating out their meticulous rhythm, swaying as though hypnotized by the blatant melody. About a dozen couples were dancing In the square, uncarpeted space reserved for them. Only about a third of the tables were occupied. Al had reserved a table and ine head waiter led them toward it. It was near the orchestra—too near, Janet thought, but Mollie, obviously was pleased “Some class to this joint!" Mullins commented enthusiastically. A waiter presented menus and Janet studied hers. Bv the time the shrimp cocktail had been set before her, she knew the evening was going to be an ordeal. It was all right to remind herself that she was doing this for Mollie, who was generous and kind-hearted and deserved to have her good time unspoiled. It was all right to listen to Frank Mullins telling stories he had heard at a vaudeville performance, even though he laughed at them more loudly than any one else. But when she tried to dance with him and narrowly escaped tripping due to his awkwardness, it w r as too much! Mullins seemed to regard the episode as a joke. Janet was sure the men must have started the evening’s festivities with a few drinks. Al Schildner seemed quiet enough, but Mullins was both garrulous and noisy. Worse than that, he apparently was attracted deeply by Janet. He leaned near to her whenever he addressed her. He had told her already that she looked like “a blueeyed baby doll” and twice he had called her “Sugar.” He kept repeating that tonight was going to be a large night. Oh, boy, yes! a tt a ' 1 'HE second time he asked her to dance, she refused. Then she decided that sitting at the tabie alone with him was worse than dancing. She didn’t have to talk to him when they danced and perhaps he would not be so awkward another time. Just as Al and Mollie returned to the table, the waiter appeared with the food. It was an appetizing dinner, but Janet was not hungryShe was spared listening to Mullins, because Mollie immediately took up the conversation. Then Al interrupted to tell something that had happened on his last trip out of town. Janet gathered that Al spent about half of his him in Lancaster and half “on the road.” Mullins remembered having seen a friend of Al’s at the convention that afternoon and so the talk' moved on. Absently, Janet glanced about the room. Yes, it had been a mistake to come, but she must endure the evening somehow. There were some nice-looking people at the next table. Two men and a girl in black. It was the sort of smart, expen-sive-looking black dress Janet wished she could afford. Suddenly Mullins’ loud laughter rang out and the girl in black looked at him. Janet caught the disapproval in that glance and turned away, her cheeks flushing. Well, there was one thing she could be thankful for. No one in the restaurant knew her. Later when the orchestra leader raised his baton to signal the beginning of anew number Janet nodded, accepting Mullins’ invitation to dance. It was a waltz this time, an old song she liked. The words sang themselves through her mind: “Let me call you sweetheart. I'm in love with you—” Frank Mullins was humming the tune. Oh, but she didn’t want to be reminded of that song. It brought back memories. She mustn't think about them. She wouldn’t let herself—! Clumsily Mullins jolted her against another dancer. The man turned, smiling, to murmur, “Sorry.” Janet, embarrassed, raised her eyes. She caught her breath then, whispered, “Oh—!” The man was Rolf Carlyle and he was dancing with Betty Kendall. CHAPTER FIFTEEN IT was only for the fraction of a second that Janet’s eyes met Rolf's. Then he bent his head and said something to the girl in his arms. She smiled and a moment later they were out of sight, lost among the other dancers. For an instant the lights, the din of the orchestra and the figures of the men and women about them seemed to Janet to blur into a hideous jumble. She felt as though she might fall and clutched at Mullin’s shoulder. He frowned. “That guy bumped into you, didn’t he?” he said. “Who does he think he is? For two cents I'd give him a smack in the jaw! That's what he needs, the big!” "Oh. no!” Janet whispered, terrified. “Please!” “Guys can’t bump into my girl!” Mullins protested crossly. “Why don't he look where he's going? Where is he now?” He craned his neck, but by this time Rolf and Betty Kendall were across the room. Janet was afraid there would be trouble. She couldn't bear that. Anything in the world but that! She must stop It some way. “Lets not dance any more," she said quickly. “It’s so crowded and the air seems stuffy. I'd rather go back to our table.” (To Be Continued)

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The native insurrection ended with the victorious entry of the British into the Maharajah’s city. In the royal courtyard a truce was signed the day when Pat, slaying the ruler in self-defense, made her. miraculous escape.

THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES

As no one had witnessed that, nobody could explain the dagger in the Maharajah’s heart. Prince Ahmed, his son and Roger Cecil’s friend, now mounted the throne amid three days of magnificent ceremony . . . Pat and Roger went winging homeward.

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Pat soon recovered from her recent shocks. The craft had flown several hours when to avoid the dangers of a suddenly approaching storm, Roger drove his plane to a higher altitude, it seemed safely past the center of the terrific air currents below

—By Edg-ar Rice Burroughs

Then they heard a sputtering, grinding sound and—the engine stopped! Before Roger could regain control, the plane dropped several hundred feet. There, Pat and the unlucky men found themselves gripped in the storm's blinding, roaring, wind-firiven fury!

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