Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 272, Indianapolis, Marion County, 24 March 1933 — Page 23

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r BEGIN Hr RE TODA - * When JANET HILL Arw ROLF CARLYLE has been fngaijeith her to m*-*- KBI TY KENDALL. a sir:. t-e' *.*••* mm their marriage la of! , Janet m 23 pr<-J*v ~T aeeretary to BRUCE HAMILTON advertising manager c! B-.ert Home She Mill lover, Rolf and can not forgfi him JBjarKEY GRANT. young eng nee: who llvejAt the same rooming jo . ■ a- jaet. appear* one nigh: j.i.-.t In tune to aave her purse Irom a holdup man. . , Janet hecomes Interested In the BII.VAftf family, almost destitute. Jell 1 rip* provide food and clothing lor them and rater they find a job lor FAT BILfANI. the father jetl and Janet become close friends. |re asks her to help him select a gift for a gir and they buy a purse. When Janet :•< in newspaper headline' mat Rolf has eloped with Betty j Kendall, she te l* Jeff about her broken | < and ’ ■ lor any one e. e. A few days later Br ice Ham:.ton tens Janet he is lea*. ne the magazine. The * atafj lt to be reduced and her job will be Ifonr Hamilton says his sister. MRS. rURTia needs a social secretary •* that hr ha - , recommended Janet Sne I goer to nr*. Mr Curtis and is hired On S* urdav she move to her new home. She .. unpacking when the maid announces there ia a call lor her on the vow GO ON WITH Till STORY CHAPITER TWENTY-FIVE Continued) Shr saw him several times during the rest of the week. It had been arranged that since Janet would be through at the Every Home office Saturday noon, she should move to Mrs. Curtis’ home that afternoon and have Sunday to become acquainted with her new surroundings. Then Monday morning she would begin work. Jell offered to drive her out to her new home, but Janet declined. It would be more correct, she thought, to arrive in a taxicab. Her ■ trunk and traveling bag had been! turned over to the transfer company early Saturday morning. When the time ca*uc to say goodby to her friends at the Every Home office io the dreary box-like room in which she had worked for two j year:- Janet found herself strangely moved. She hadn’t expected to feel that way. She was sorry tc say good-by to Mr. Hamilton, of course. She would miss him, his tirades and unreasonableness as much as the other things when lie was considerate •imrl kind. She would miss Mr. Hamilton because she was accustomed to working with him and because she admired him sincerely. But Janet was surprised to find now that she was saying good-by—that even Madeline, the switchboard operator, and the Dennison girls and others to whom •she seldom said more than ‘good morning” or a few words about the weather seemed to be old friends. They were all part of the life she was leaving behind. tt a tt SHE (old them all good-bv at last. She ate a hurried lunch and then rode out to the brick house with the dormer windows, set among all the other impressive houses. This time Janet walked to the door more confidently. She rang the bell and waited. ‘‘You’re Miss Hill, aren’t you? Come in.” It was the maid in the gray uniform who opened the door. ‘ Mrs. Curtis won’t be back until time to dress for dinner,” the maid said. "Your trunk’s here ar.d I'll show you lo your room.” It, was a room at the rear of the house on the second floor. It was not very large, but it was attractive. The walls wore covered with flowersprigged wall paper and the woodwork had been painted pale green. There was green chintz about the dressing table and rovering one of the chairs. What Janet liked best about the room was that through the ruffled curtains at the windows she could look out on the nodding branches of a tree. A tall tree with the wind rustling its branches so that they bowed and swayed in friendly fashion. i§ The bath is over here,” the maid was saying, opening another door. *’ls there anything else you want, jmiss?” Janet tur-'-'d. ‘’No,” she said. “I'll unpack my things. When do J'ou think Mrs. Curtis will be back.” "Not until after 5, most likely. Dinner isn’t, until 7.” The maid left and Janet stood for a. time looking out the window. , Site could see the ground covered with grass and beyond, in a neighboring yard, a row of scarlet tulips. Everything was orderly and neat. Tt was so different from the tiny (back yard Janet's window had overlooked at Mrs. Snyder’s, with laundry always flapping on the clothesline, bare ground in place of grass and half the wooden fence in tumble-down condition. "I'm going to be happy here.” Janet whispered to herself defiantly. “I'm going to be!” Presently she set about unpacking. She was down on her knees before the open trunk when there /was a knock at the door. Janet called, "Come in,” and the maid appeared. "There's a call for you on the telephone,” she told Janet. "It's a gentleman." CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX J*\NET looked up. puzzled. “Why, who could it be?” she asked. “1 don't know who could be calling me." "I dont. know, Miss Hill,” the maid said. “He didn't give his name. There's only one telephone on this floor and it's in Mrs. Curtis’ room. You can use the one downstairs in the library.” Janet hurried down the stairs. Was it Jeff, she wondered? Who else would know where to reach her? And why had he called? "Hello,” she said. “This is Janet speaking—” But it was not Jeff Grant’s voice that came to her. It was Bruce Hamilton, and he had a message for Mrs. Curtis. He would not. he said, be able to keep an engagement for dinner the next day. but he would be out later in the afternoon. He asked Janet how things were going and seemed pleased with her report. “I'll see you tomorrow’,” he said. “Yes, I'm getting away tomorrow

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night. Deuce of a lot to do yet, too!” Janet said goodbv and went up the stairs again. She felt a disappointment she would not quite admit. She hadn't expected Jeff to call her. There was no reason why he should. And yet the mg house seemed deserted and lonely. • It won't be like this later,” she assured herself. “I’ll get used to it—and besides, I’ll be busy.” She returned to her unpacking, folded lingerie and laid it away in the chest of drawers. She hung her drosses in the closet and arranged the top of the dressing table with two crystal bottles that were prized pos; essions, and a china powder box, When she had taken everything out, of the trunk and traveling bag, sh 4 slipped off her dress and ran warm water into the tub. She had a lazy, luxurious bath and then, wrapped in a negligee, lay down on the bed. But she did not sleep. There were so many things to think about. She still was in Lancaster and yet she might almost have been a thousand miles away. Everything seemed so different. All of the people about her were strangers. How was she going to like this new life? How would these strangers like her? Would she be happy here?

WHAT. Janet wondered, was happiness, really? Something in your own heart instead of what went o<n around you, she thought. Something you couldn't .ee or explain, but could only feel. But happiness was not what Janet was looking for. She had put that behind her. All that she wanted now was to forget. The most impossible thing in the world it seemed to achieve forgetting. Alter a while Janet decided it was time to dress. She arose and put on fresh underclothes. What dress should she w’ear? The maid had said something about “dressing for dinner.” Did that mean she was supposed to wear a formal dinner dress? She didn't own om. She could put on the blue crepe from last summer. Janet looked at it and then shook her head. She took down Ihe black silk that was her newest office dress. It had been freshly cleaned and there was a touch of lace at the throat that was flati tering. She just had slipped the dress over her head when there wn, g knock at the door. Janet said, “Just a minute!” and then opened the door. It was Mrs. Curtis who stood outside. “I’m so glad you’re here!” she exclaimed. “Is everything all right, my dear? Sorry I couldn’t be here when you came. I told Lucy to see that you had everything you wanted.” Mrs. Curtis w’as dressed in heavy brown satin and wore a small brown straw hat. The clasp that held the neckline of her dress contained a half dozen sparkling • tones and two diamonds gleamed from a ring on her finger. Yet Mrs. Curtis, in this glittering array, looked no more imposing than the first time Janet had seen her. Everything was quite all right, Janet assured her. She remembered Mr. Hamilton’s message and repeated it. “Poor Bruce—he does work so hard,” the older woman lamented. And then, “By the way, there w’ill only be you and I for dinner this evening. No need to dress. Well, I’ll leave you now—” n tt tt AT dinner an hour later Janet learned more of the household* There w’ere four servants — and cook, two maids and a chauffeur. It was Lucy, the younger maid, who had met Janet at the i door. She learned that Bertha, the ! other maid, was a housekeeper in j all but title, that the cook had been j with Mrs. Curtis fourteen years, and | that the chauffeur’s name was j Frederick. Mrs. Curtis talked a good deal about her daughter, who was married. Janet didn't ask questions, but she gathered that the daughter was living somewhere in the east. She was an only child and obviously the idol of her mother's heart. They went into the living room after dinner and played two-handed bridge. The game was new to Janet, who had to give all her attention to her cards. Buster, the Persian cat. wandered into the room and watched the | players from his post on a nearby | chair. At 9:30 Mrs. Curtis decided she had had enough of cards. Janet selected a magazine from the reading table and went to her room. It was the first of many evenings that were to be similar. Janet in the beginning felt that her new duties were no duties at all. She soon changed her mind. It was true that there was no routine as in an office. There were no long i hours of dictation or typing, but I there were small important details—j dozens of them—to be attended to. Janet was up each morning at 7:30. When Mrs. Curtis appeared at the breakfast table an hour later, her letters were waiting her. Janet always was present at the daily interview with Bertha over menus and marketing. Sometimes the rest of the morning would be devoted to telephoning members of Mrs. Curtis’ committee of the Wednesday club. Sometimes there were errands to do down town —difficult errands such as choosing books Mrs. Curtis would enjoy, ordering a bon voyage gift, and "making sure the package would reach the boat, finding out from the electric company why the ventilator in : the kitchen didn’t work as it should, i It was worrying over just such | things. Mrs. Curtis said, that had given her those dreadful attacks of "nerves.” It was no wonder she couldn’t sleep at night. Mrs. Curtis regarded Janet as a marvel able to solve any difficulty. To Be Continued)

OUR HOARDING HOUSE

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FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS

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BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES

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TARZAN THE UNTAMED

In the village street below, Tarzan saw preparations going on which, his experience told him, indicated the approach of one of those frightful cannibal feasts. More than any other amusement the grim, jungle afforded hint..,

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. . . the ape-man took keen enjoyment in annoying and terrifying savage man-eaters. To rob them of their feast in some way that would strike terror to their hearts was his object now, as his ares searched the village.

—By Ahern

OUT OUR WAY

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He was trying to locate the prisoner. To get a better view, he climbed high and moved cautiously out upon a slender branch. Outwardly the limb looked as strong as many another that had often borne his weight.

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

Nor could Tarzan know, despite his mar. >us woodcraft, that a burrowing insect had eaten away the solid wood beneath the bark, close to the tree's bole. And so when he reached a point far out on tin* limb, it snaped without warning under his feet! 9

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