Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 273, Indianapolis, Marion County, 25 March 1933 — Page 13

MARCH 25, 1022

TANARUS" T* by Laura Lou QmILoD&Lrr

BF.fiiv nr hi Tonu > Wh.n JANET HILL >arns ROLF OARLYLE i.a* bon breski.-.K •'nKagr. rnofit; ith h'T to mot BETTY KENDAI.I. a soclrtv Kiri fh*- Ml* him th-ir n, is of? Jarn't 23, pretty find *ecrrtarv to BRUCE HAMILTON, adKtUllBI manager el E%erv Home Magazine , , , She jttil Jove' Rolf and cannot forf ; him JEFFREY GRANT, \oung enrir.ee: '•> ho 1.-. es at the >am -oomlng houae a- Jn<t. appears one night lust It. tme to ;,a her nurse from a hoifiuo n.an. Janrt becomes interested In the SILVAN! Jam... almost destitute. \ .Jr" (ft proside and dothin* for * them and later thev find a )ob for PAT BJI.VANI the fattier , j,n and .Jar.e- become CiOW friends. H< '>' ntr to help him select a gift for a girl and the- buv a purse. When •Jar.et sees in newspaper headlines that Rolf has eloped llh IV ttv K nda.l she te;;, jefl about her broken engagement and savs she will never care for any • °'a 'few davs later Bruee Hamil'on fell* Janet he :• leaving the magazine Th> staff .a to be reduced and her job vill be cone Hamilton 'avs hit sister. MI'S. CURTIS, needs a ocial “Cretarv and that he has recommended uanet. Stv goes to see Mrs, Curtis and is hred . , Janet finds her new work pleasant oVjvrfH THE STORY CH A PTER TWENTY-SIX 'Continued > SHE was considerate In many ways. Tliere always were fresh flowers In Janet s room, just as there were in Mrs. Curtis. When the car wasn't needed for any oilier purpose and Janet had an engagement. Mrs. Curtis urged her to call Frederick and have him drive her where she wished to go. She took Janet with her to a luncheon at the Three Arts Club, at, which a well-known novelist spoke. At first Janet tried to make her days systematic. She found it was impossible. If nothing else upset her plans, Mrs. Curtis herself was * pure to and > it. She would decide at the last minute that she wouldn’t go to have the fitting at the dressmaker’s. Or, instead of having six guests at dinner, she would decide to invite ten. Mrs. Curtis gratefully shifted repponsibility for such changes to her secretary's shoulders. And yet Janet liked her work. It was so entirely different from anything she ever had done. It 'ook her to new places and among people of a different world. It was interesting to know how they lived. When Janet shopped for Mrs. Curtis, she visited stoics Vno never had 'entered before. It was pleasant to sit back in the velour-upholstered limousine and give Frederick instructions through tlie speaking tube. It was pleasant to meet Mrs. Curtis at the fashionable Three Arts Club. During that first week Janet worked longer hours than she ever had worked before. It had been nen . that she was to have one afternoon to herself each week and those evenings when Mrs. Curtis had engagements. Somehow the time slipped by and Janet was busy every afternoon. She was sitting at her desk in the little room off the library Friday morning when a messenger delivered a. package. It was a box from Ballards,’ the jewelers, and the boy was quite certain that Mrs. Curtis had ordered it. Janet untied the wrappings and drew out a handsome silver picture frame. Inside was a carbon slip ineating that the frame had been left for repair. “It’s all right,” she told the boy, who muttered something and departed. Half an hour later Mrs. Curtis entered the room and Janet showed her the frame. “Oh, yes!! she said. “It's for my daughter’s picture. The glass broke and I left it to have them put in anew one. I’ll just get the photograph—” Her voice trailed of! as she hurried from the room. A moment later she was back. “Here it is,” she * said. “Don't you think she’s attractive?” Janet took the photograph. It was Betty Kendall! CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN JANET stared at the photograph. She did not hear what Mrs, Curtis was saying, She looked down at the smiling eyes, the pretty, slightly petulant lips of the girl Rolf Carlyle had married. But how could it be? How could it possibly be? Then she found words. “Your daughter?” Janet asked slowly, “Is —this your daughter?” Mrs. Curtis took the photograph from her and held it off admiringly. _ “You'd never guess it. would you?” she asked. “Doesn’t look like me in the least. No, Betty takes after her : father’s family. My first husband. you know. We lost him when Betty was 5 years old.” Janet said. “Oh!” and then, because something more seemed expected, she added, “She's very pretty!” The mother smiled. “Well, of course I think she is! This picture isn’t her newest but it's the one I like best. They’ve used it in the newspapers several times. Betty’s always been so popular!” There was a pause and then Mrs. ♦Curtis went on. “She seems such n child to me yet. I can't realize • my little girl is married!” Janet, mastered an impulse to flee from the room. It was obvious that Mrs. Curtis wanted to talk about her daughter and she must listen. “How old is she?” she asked politely. "Only 19. I wish she had waited a year or two. I . mean before marrying. I try to tell myself it's 1 all for the best. Young people do I things differently nowadays than when I was a girl. They want to go their own way. “I’m sorry Betty didn’t take me Into her confidence about the wedding—it was an elopement, you know. But then she's happy and that's all that matters! Oh. yes. I'm sure k everything is for the best!” It was then that Mrs. Curtis’ eye lighted on the clock across the room. “Almost 11!” she exclaimed. “Why. I had no idea it was so late! Miss Hill, will you call Frederick and tell him to bring the car around at once? I promised to meet Rachel Thornton and I'll never make it.” She was gone in a flutter of agitation. Janet took up the house telephone and spoke to the chauffeur. Then she sat down at her desk. Mrs. Curtis had dropped the ♦ photograph and it lay there, beside the silver frame. The dark eyes

seemed to smile mockingly and the bowed lips wer scornful. Impatiently Janet turned the picture face down. She put both elbows on the desk and covered her eyes with her hands to stop the mad whirligig that was going on around her. "I’ve got to think,” she told herself. “I’ve got to get away from here—now.” tt tt tt r T' , HAT was it. of course. She’d A have to get away. But where? When could she go? What would | she tell Mrs. Curtis? A dozen questions drummed at | her ears at once. She didn’t know | the answers to any of them. Only that she must leave. Get away! She heard footsteps and knew Mrs. Curtis was coming back. Janet looked up. Tlie woman stood in the doorway. “I am leaving, Miss Hill,” she said. “I'll tell Frederick to call for me at four. You won’t forget about sending the check to the Welfare Committee?” “No, Mrs. Curtis. I wbn't forget.” She was alone then. Mechanically Janet turned the photograph face up, unfastened the clasp at the back of the silver frame and slipped the picture into place. She laid it on a table across the room. Mrs. Curtis could decide later where she wanted it. The check for the welfare committee was in the top drawer of her | desk. Janet took it out, addressed an envelope and inserted the check. I She tried to go on with her work but could not. She kept thinking that Betty Kendall had been here in this room. Sitting at this very desk perhaps. The eyes in the photograph were still laughing at her. “So you thought you’d get away!" Janet jeered at herself. “You thought you’d forget!” She rose and went to her own I room. With the door closed behind I her, sitting on the bed, her hands | pressed together, Janet fought it i out. She must go away, of course. But not just yet. That would be foolish. To go away now might hurt her in finding another position. There was no reason why she should leave so long as Rolf and his wife were not here. When she knew they were coming she would find an excuse and depart. She could be looking for anj other job in the meantime. Saving money, too. She would need the money because jobs were so uncertain now. It was the next morning that Janet said casually to Mrs. Curtis, "When do you expect your daughter to return to Lancaster?” The woman smiled. “I haven't the slightest idea," she said. “But not for a month at least. She's having such a wonderful time and, well, honeymoons only come once.” Inasmuch as Mrs. Curtis had married twice and. presumably, had two honeymoons, it was a surprising remark. Janet made no comment, however. She felt reassured. There was a month, perhaps more, in which to make her plans. st tt a TEFF GRANT looked up from the letter over which he was frowning and met a pair of very dark brown eyes. The eyes were smiling. They were set in a small oval face, framed in a slightly untidy mass of curls. A soft voice said. “Mr. Grant, could I bother you just a moment?” Jeff's grin was good-natured. “Go ahead.” he said, “What can I do for you?” Dolores Calahan glanced quickly over her shoulder. The other desk in the office was unoccupied and there was no one within hearing distance. She smiled then, a provocative smile that bowed her brightly painted lips and showed a flash of very white teeth. “I was wondering if you’d do something for me,” she said. “Some thing I sort of hate to ask.” She was a little thing and she had a childish, almost timid voice.

(To Be Continued) a! BY BRUC£ CATTON

IT may be that “Grain Race,” by Alan Villiers, isn’t really nearly as good a book as it seems to me to be. Just at this moment, it. impresses me as being one of the finest stories of the sea in existence. In it Mr. Villiers describes the last days of sail. Tlie mighty windjamers of his book are the last ol | the square-riggers. There are only j about a score of them on all the seas, they are vanishing fast and | when they go they are not replaced. Within a few years all will be gone and there never will be any j more. Last year Mr. Villiers became ' half-owner of tthe Parma, an old ! square-rigger, which was one ol j eighteen such vessels engaged in the grain trade from Australia to Eng- ■ land. , His book tells of the voyage—a i voyage which developed into a sort jof unofficial race, with each ship trying to outsail its rivals. The Parma won—but not without a tusssle. Off Cape Horn, she met a hurricane in which she nearly foundered; and Mr. Villiers’ description of this storm is as exciting as anything in the great literature of the sea. His crew was young—most of the sailors were under 20; and he could have shipped a thousand youths, if he had room, so great was the number of young men anxious to sail on a square-rigger. He had a great voyage and he has made a great book out of it. “Grain Race” rates a place on the shelf beside Dana and Conrad. Published by Scribners’, it sells for $3.

OUR HOARDING HOUSE

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TARZAN THE UNTAMED

Below Tarzan were no longer branches that he might clutch as he lunged downward. His foot caught in a looped creeper so that he turned completely over and alighted on his back in the middle of thrt village street.

THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES

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—By Ahem

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—Bv Williams

—By Ecig-ar Rice Bur; hs

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