Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 274, Indianapolis, Marion County, 27 March 1933 — Page 11

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• BFCiIN Ilf RF TOD % V Wh*n .JANET HILL iearns ROLF CARLYLE ha* bran breaking pnt;agerr.<*nt* With her to meat BETTY KENDALL, a *o'-tr , y g.rl. *he tei. him their marriage la off Janet is 23 pretty and secretary to BRUCE HAMILTON, advertising manager of Everv Horc\e magazine. She at;!! lm** Ro:f and ran not forget him. JEFFREY GRANT. vounß engineer who lives at the same rooming house as Janet appears one night in time to save he r purse from a holdup man Janet hecomea Interes eo m the 811 VANI family almost destitute. Jeff helps provide food and clothing for them and later they find a Job for PAT SILVANI, the father. Jeff and Janet become close friends. H asks her to help him select a gift for a girl and they buy a purse. Later Janet .ee* In newspaper headlines that Rolf has eloped with Betty Kendall. She tens ',efT about her brocen engagement and say* she will never care lor anv one else JeT gives the purse, which he had bought for Janet, to a stenographer. DOLORES CALAHAN Bru'e Hamilton leaves the maaazine and, because of retrenchment, there is no Job for Janet. However. Hamilton tells her hisstster MRS CURTIS, needs a social secretary and Janet secures the Job She finds her new work pleasant and rather Interesting. Then one day she learns Mrs Curtis Is Betty Kendall's mother. Janet, feels she should go away but has no place to go She decides to remain as long as Betty and Rolf arc out of town. Down town at noon one day she see* Jeff v h Dolores Calahan and notices that Dolores is carry the purse she helped him buy. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN (Continued! .JefT said, encouragingly, ‘Well, let's hear what it is. I can’t say yes until I know', you know.” Dolores looked over her shoulder again. "It'S like this,” she said. "I Lpaxd you talking to Mr. Bristow The other day about cameras and the pictures you've taken. And you seemed to know so much about them. ' I was wondering if you’d do this for me. My brother's birthday comes next week and I want to buy him a camera. I was wondering if you’d be willing to help me pick it out so that I'd be sure to get a good one.” It seemed a simple enough request. Jefl said, “Why, sure, I guess 60.” Dolores brightened. ‘‘Gee, that’s swell of you! You see I can't afford to pay very much, but I want to get the best one I can for the price. There’s a store up in the next block where they sell them. It really won’t take very long.” "When do you want to make this purchase?” the young man asked. “Would today be all right? I have my lunch hour at the same time you have yours this week. I could meet, you in the lobby down stairs—” a u n Jeff nodded. “All right," he agreed. There was someone coming and Delores hurried away. Just before she reached the door she turned and gave him a quick smile. It was slightly out of the ordinary, Jeff realized, arranging such a meeting. And yet they couldn’t, just walk out of the office together, either. It was a simple enough favor the girl had asked. Miss Calahan was a first rate stenographer and always did his letters quickly. He couldn't have refused without seeming rude. When he saw her waiting near the big entrance JefT smiled. Dolores was wearing a new' spring suit with a gay plaid scarf tied beneath her chin. The big bow made her seem more childish than ever. She wore a tiny black hat with n bright red feather at a jaunty angle. A cute little figure. He hadn’t realized sh was so attractive. Dolores saw him and came forward, beaming. “Gee.” she said, “I was beginning to think maybe you had to stop for something.” They went out to the street. “It’s down this way,” Dolores said. "Right, in the next block. Gee, I think it’s nice of you to do this, Mr. Grant.” She chattered on as they crossed the street. A large limousine had drawn to the curb ahead and a girl stepped out. She turned and just then Jeff Grant called out, “Hello, Janet!” He and Dolores were abreast of her. “This is Miss Calahan,” Jeff said, eagerly. “Miss Calahan. Miss Hill.” Janet said, “Hello, JefT" and “How do you do.” She smiled but there was no warmth in that smile. Janet had *'a ught sight of the purse Dolores Calahan was carrying. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT JEFF was explaining, “Miss Calahan works in our office, too.” Janet said, “I see," and then, when there was a pause, added something about the weather being so pleasant. “Its a swell day all right.” Dolores Calahan put in. “Gee, I hate to think of spending all the rest of the afternoon in that stuffy old office! It’s a swell day but we don’t get to enjoy it. Just this little, tiny lunch hour.” < “Oh. if you're going to lunch I mustn't keep you!" Janet said quickly. Jeff said, “Why, yes, it's our lunch hour. Why don't you come along. Janet? We'd be awfully glad to have you.” “Thanks, but I couldn't. I’ve some errands to do and then I'm to meet Mrs. Curtis.” She told Miss Calahan it was nice to have met her, said good-by to Jeff and hurried away. Jeff and Dolores walked in silence for several moments. Presently the girl asked, “Is Miss Hill n friend of yours?” “Why, yes,” Jeff answered. “She used to live at the same place where I live.” Dolores said “Oh!" and her bright red bps set themselves in a firm line. Jeff didn't notice this. In another moment they had reached the store where photographic supplies were sold. An obliging clerk showed them the cameras. Jeff selected one that was compact and yet large enough. He pointed out that it was simple to operate and, for the price, a good value. , Dolores said that she would take It. “Mr. Grant.” she said as the clerk moved away to wrap the package,

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“Do you suppose maybe you could come out to my house some time and tell Johnny all those things about how the camera works? I'll try to but I don't know if I can remember everything. Johnny's awfully smart and I'm sure he’ll catch on right away.” a e a JEFF smiled. “There'll be a book of instructions with the camera.’’ he said. “They always send them. But If Johnny has any trouble I might be able to help him.” “Oh, thank you! That’s certainly grand of you!” The girl raised eyes filled with gratitude. In another moment she had discovered a clock across the room. “Holy cowd” she exclaimed. “Look at what time it is! Say, w'e’ve got to scram out of here!” The clerk brought the package just then. Dolores took it and started for the door. “We’ll have to grab a couple of sandwiches at the corner,” she said. “I don't dare to be late again this week. I was late yesterday and ol’ Slocum gave me the dickens!” Nothing has been said about a luncheon engagement, but Jeff found himself seated beside Dolores on one of the high stools before the soda fountain at the comer drug store. The girl ordered a ham salad sandwich and double chocolate sundae with nuts. She chattered in amusing fashion while she ate and Jeff grinned more than once at her sly comments on office personalities. When they had finished she seem°d quite willing for him to pay the check and hurried ahead so that she would not again incur Miss Slocum's wrath. That night Dolores recounted all that had happened and been said during the lunch hour to her friend, Agnes Mallory. “Gee!” Agnes said admiringly, ‘you certainly are a slick one! I don’t see how you think of all those things!” Dolores shifted a sheer chiffon stocking deftly so that the seam came exactly in the back. Then she gave a little laugh. “I think of lots of things,” she said. “Wait till .you see him! Say, is he classy!” n n n At about the same time Jeff Grant was telephoning to Janet Hill. “It’s a nice evening, he said. "I wondered if you'd like to drive over and see how the Silvan! family is getting along?” Janet hadn't visited the Silvanis since she’d moved from the rooming house. She had meant to but the first w r eek had rushed past so quickly and there had been so many things to do in the little time she had to herself that her resolutions had failed completely. “Why, yes, I would,” she said. Mrs. Curtis was away and she was free for the evening. “All right. It’ll take me about tw'enty minutes to drive out there. I guess. Can you be ready by that time?” Janet said she could be ready. It was exactly tw'enty-five minutes later that the doorbell rang. Janet answered and found Jeff waiting. She said, “Good evening,” and there was something so stiff and formal about the way she said It that the young man eyed her quickly. What was the matter, he thought. He wasn’t sure even when they w r ere settled in the roadster and he had the engine started again. Something was wrong, though. He asked about w-hat she had been doing and her answers came in the same cool, formal tones. Ho said that her room at Mrs. Snyder’s w'as still vacant, that the landlady had been having a good deal of trouble with her neuritis and that Hattie, the maid, had been replaced by another girl who seemed to have great difficulty In remembering to bring around clean towels. (To Be Continuedl

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MAX MILLER, whose “I Cover the Waterfront” scored s.uch a surprising and deserved success, has written another book, “He Went Away for Awhile.” It Is not in the least like his other book, and it may puzzle some of his readers a trifle; but it seems to me a pretty clear Indication that the man slowly, but definitely is feeling his way toward a position from which he can give us something solid and enduring. This book is utterly unpretentious. Mr. Miller tells us that he had managed, in his job as report°r. to lay away several hundred dollars; and having done so he quit his job, went to a lonely shack on the edge of the Pacific and began a year of complete solitude and complete inaction. He didn't go away to write. Nothing happened to him. There were no adventures. Ho simply lived by himself, revelled in his freedom from daily routine, and, lazy in the sand of the ocean, gave himself up to speculation on the oldest of riddles. He tried, in fact, to puzzle out why he was on the earth, and what manner of kinship there might be between himself and the sea and the stars and the night wind and the moonlight, and what life was meant to be used for. Although, in the end, he went back to his job as perplexed as when he had left it, he had gained something, after all—and he contrives to get it between the covers of this placid, tliougtiul little book. I doubt if the book will be a best seller. But a few people are going to like it very much indeed. Published by Dutton, the book is priced at $2.

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FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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