Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 271, Indianapolis, Marion County, 23 March 1933 — Page 17

MARCH 23, 1033.

'T~ T' fcv Laura Lou

BP.r.IN HIRE TODAY lAT'.(>n JAN KT HIIX i*arn* ROLF CARLYLE has. br?n breakire With hrr to m'-et BETTY KENDALL a itoc.etv girl. she tell* him their marriage i* off •Janet, is 23. nrettv and aecretarv to BRUCE HAMILTON, advertising mana*ter of Every Hom< Magazine. She till loves Rolf at rl ran not forpet, him .JEFFREY GRANT, young engineer who L\e* at the same rooming home as Janet, nooears one night I*’ In time to gave her purse from a ‘ tin mar, . Janet becomes Interested in *he sn,VANI family, almost deal tute Jeff helps provide food and clothing for them, and .a'rr tN-v find a lob for PAT SILVANI. the father Jeff and Janet Worn* clov friends He ai,: her tr, heln h.sn select a gift lor a girl and they buy a purse When Janet <• . lr. newspaprr headlines that Rolf has cloned with Betty Kendall, she tells Jeff about her broken er.gi.gemcnt and savs she never will care lor nnv one else A few days lat- r Bruce Hamilton tells Janet hr Is lea'lng the magazine. The staff Is to be reduced and her lob will b" eoi:e Hamilton savs his sls'rr MBS. CURTIS, needs a 'ocial sec re* arv and that, he has recommended Janet She goes *n see Mr; C'irtts and l hired. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR JCon- * tinued) Would it moan going to panics find meeting a lot of swell society people? Janet laughed and said lio, she was quite sure it didn’t. Pauline Hayden urged Janet to rail her up occasionally, and she promised that she would. It was a busy week and the days fit w by. At the office Hamilton was trying to wind up outstanding accounts, to get work done that would make it easier for his suceessor so take the reins. He had innumerable conferences with the business manager. He would let correspondence wait or sandwich it in between appointments, and then Janet would have to work until nearly 6 transcribing her notes. Mrs. Snyder regretted losing a steady roomer, “one who always was ready with the rent money and no trouble at all,” but she took the news of Janet’s departure philosophically. She never had, she said, been one to tell others how to manage their own affairs. And if some day Janet wanted to come back, she’d be more than welcome. Otttt MOLLIE LAMBERT was more outspoken. Mollie was frankly envious when Janet told her about the beautiful home in which she was to live. “Gosh, what a break!’’ she exclaimed. “But, I guess you deserve it. Maybe you’ll invite me out some time, will you?” “Why, of course, I will!” Mollie eyed the other girl. “That'll be swell. You know what I bet, Janet? I bet you'll meet some rich fellow out there and he’ll fall in love with you. That’s what’ll happen. He’ll fall in love with you and you’ll get married —” “Mollie!” Janet exclaimed. “Don’t be silly! Why how could anything like that happen?” , “Why couldn't it, I’d like to know?” “Just because it couldn’t. I’m going to Mrs. Curtis' to work! I'm not going to meet any young men, rich or otherwise.” “Well, if you don’t, you’re a terrible dumbbell. That’s all I’ve got to say. Boy—don't I wish I was in your shoes! Social secretary, huh?" I’ve read about 'em in books. “And one time I saw a picture with a girl like that in it. Kay Francis played the part. Say—did she have a swell time—!” Janet laughed. “But this isn't the movies, Mollie. Listen, would you like to have my cooking dishes? There aren’t so many, but I can't use them and I might as well give them away.” • Sure, I would! Say. I hope Mrs. Fnyder doesn’t rent that room ol yours to an old cross-patch like the woman on the top floor. Always howling if anybody makes the slightest noise! ■•Sure, I'll be glad to have the dishes. I’ll come in and get them whenever you want me to.” Janet' promised to let her know and hurried away to get at her packing. In all the bustle of extra work at the office and busy evenings at home, there was one person to whom she forgot to tell the news. She remembered Thursday evening os she stepped off the car and saw a familiar figure ahead. Janet ran forward. “Hello, Jeff! she called.

•ZT6ODK it BRUCE CATTON

“l\/f ARRIAGE IN HEAVEN." by IVI Ronald Fraser, will seem to many readers a book of rare delicacy, beauty and insight. To others to a larger number, perhaps—it ■will seem like a great many words about practically nothing. It is the story of a love affair, uncomplicated and simple, on the surface. A young artist falls in love with a girl, marries her, has a series of petty quarrels with her, leaves her, finds that he can’t live without her. and comes back to her; and the book closes with the implicit assurance that they all lived happily ever after. That, in bare outline, is the story. Asa matter of fact, it's a lot of stories— about half of all the English novels that have been published in the last decade. But Mr. Fraser's work is a cut above the average. His hero and heroine are tormented by a vision of the ideal. The first moments of their love were utterly rapturous: and neither could endure it when the slow pace of day-to-day living brought them, inevitably, down out of the Elysian fields into the ordinary workaday world. So they fought over nothing; at times they almost hated each other for being unable to sustain the high pitch of those first hours. The story really is the description of how they found a way to preserve the splendor of their vision. •Mr. Fraser does get his feet a long way off the ground. Some will find his book rarely beautiful. Others. I fear, will be bored badly by it. Published by Scribners, the book retails at $2.

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The figure turned. “Oh—Janet! I was thinking about you. What do you say we hunt up a movie tonight? Would you like to?” The girl's voice was regretful. "I'm sorry,” she said, “but I’m afraid I can’t. I’m going away—” Jeff Grant stood still. “Going away?” he repeated. “What do you mean?” CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE DUSK had begun to descend over the street. In the gray light Janet looked up itno Jeff Grant's startled face. She was remorseful. “I meant to tell you before,” she said, “only I've been so busy!” “Where are you going?” Jeff asked. Janet smiled. “Not very far,” she told him. “Only out on the west side. You see, I have anew job and I’ll have to live out there.” “Then you're not leaving town?” “Why, of course not;” The girl laughed. “Did you think I was? Oh, no, I’m not leaving Lancaster, but it’s just about as much work to pack as if I were. “We’ve been awfully busy at the office, too. This new job is different from anything I’ve ever done —” She told him all about it. She still was talking when they reached the entrance to the rooming house. Janet halted, looking up at the sky. “I hate to go in,” she said. “It’s a lovely evening, isn't it?” “Yes, it is. We could take a drive somewhere if you weren’t so busy.” Janet lingered in the doorway. “I've got an idea!” she exclaimed suddenly. “Have you had dinner yet?” Jeff said that he had not. “Then if you’ll go back to the delicatessen and get some sausages, I’ll cook some eggs and make toast and we can have a sort of picnic supper. I have part of a cake and enough lettuce for salad. Do you want to do that?” “Sure! That’s a great idea!” When he arrived fifteen minutes later, Janet had the table set. She wore a gingham apron and had pushed her sleeves above her elbows. The coffee pot was sizzling and its fragrant aroma filled the air. Jeff had made other purchases besides the sausages. He exhibited a box of luscious-looking strawberries, a bottle of cream, and a box of cheese. “Why, we’ll have a feast!” Janet exclaimed. She pinned another apron about; Jeff and set him to hulling the berries while she scrambled eggs and cooked the sausages. By the time they were ready to sit down at the table, both of them were laughing. Jeff had been describing his efforts at cooking on a boyhood camping trip. ana JANET poured the coffee and ** handed a cup to Jeff. Heat from the stove had curled the soft tendrils of hair against her cheek into a tight curl. The heat had brought color into her cheeks, too, and her eyes were shining. “Isn’t this fun?” she said. “I’ll say it is! And the best meal I’ve had in weeks. Say, you're a real cook!” The table was covered with a tea towel because both of Janet’s lunch cloths were at the laundry. Not all the china was of the same pattern and the tumbler from which Jeff drank was green while Janet’s was blue. The box of cheese still was in its original package and the cream in the bottle, just as it had come from the dairy. Nevertheless, the dinner party was a success. Once Janet leaned forward and said, “Listen, Jeff. I want you to tell the Silvanis that I’m coming out to see them just the same. I don’t know how my time will be arranged or when I can come, but moving isn’t going -to make a bit of difference. “I can't go this Saturday because of moving, but after this I’ll come every week. You'll tell them, won’t you?’ Jeff agreed. He told Janet he’d drive out for her if she’d let him know when she wanted to go. “Why, of course I will,” Janet promised. They had finished the last of the berries and the last crumb of cake. Jeff said, leaning forward, “It’ll be sort of lonesome here with you gone. Janet. It’s been nice to have someone to talk to and—well, sort of plan things with.” “I'll miss you, too,” the girl assured him. “But it isn’t as if I were really going away. We can see each other just the same.” “Oh, sure.” He said it carelessly. nan JANET glanced at him. She thought, with a warm feeling in her heart, that it was fine to have a friend like Jeff Grant. He had helped her over some hard places. There was the night the holdup man tried to take her purse, when Jeff had appeared si miraculously. Without Jeff’s aid, she never could have helped the Silvanis get on their feet again. But there were other reasons why she was grateful to this young man. Talking, walking, driving with Jeff had made it easier to fight against the loneliness in her heart. She spoke quickly. “We have had good times together, Jeff! I’ll never forget them. And you'll come to see me after I've moved, won't you?” “Whenever you’ll let me,” he told her, smiling. Almost immediate he began talking about a new order his office had received. One of the largest in months. It was a good sign, he assured Janet —buying steel. People were beginning to build again and industry was getting under way. It meant that times would be better before long now. He stayed for half an hour and then, remembering Janet had said she had packing to do. departed. (To Be Continued!

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TARZAN THE UNTAMED

Olga watched the ape-man moving across the clearing, nothing the easy, cat-like tread and grace of every movement. At the forest’s edge he swung lightly inco a tree and disappeared from view.

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Then the strained nerves of the girl-spy gave way. Entering the hut, she threw herself upon the ground and burst into tears. Tarzan sought Horta, the boar, for of all jungle animals, he believed its fi’ sh would taste best to the girl.

—By Ahern

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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