Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 275, Indianapolis, Marion County, 28 March 1933 — Page 15

MARCH 23, 1033.

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BI OIN 111 Rl. TOU W \Vhn JANET HU.I >arn ROLF CARLYLE j..it h" i. breaking er. ?*?•- v with her ' mwt BETTY KENDALL. a society e!r! hr tell* him their matnasf u Ofl el 13 pretty and •ecreta ry HAMILTON, d---tertiMrig maria?'.' r ’ E ery Home Magazine She .-11 Jove-. Rnjf nr.d can not forget him JKFS- ORAN . . a young engineer, e.res iier purte from a hoidup man one r.ifti,. and .-he and Jeff become friend'. When in- read’ in a newspaper that I > v , r ped ■> T. Bet tv Kndal! she .e a J,ff aboi- tier bre-aen engagement at.d aav -he ran never care for any Oi.e e..,. After that Jeff give- the pur** l.e had bog; - for J! ' • birthday gift to a ft-:. :apiier, DOLORES CALAHAN iianiiiton leaver, the magazine and been - e r f ret \< •- ‘ tliere i no Job for ,Ja;.<! H- Ham.fton tells her ),1‘ . •f r MR. 1 CURTIS needs a social >b It is • e-.eral dav. before -he rrj.s Mrs. < la B 1 Janet fe- . •• o Id git e ip 'l.e Job. bu\ has no plate to go She decide, to stay as long and JR' V are oof of town. Down to*r. at noon one day she sees Jeff and Doiore Calnhan ar.d notices IRiiores is carr..: •; the p-irse t he helped him In-. Jam - :-n.cltJd>-‘ Jeff in love with Dolores. When .Jest see- her later her manner reemr- changed and he decict* -u is because of her new associa- . Mrs. < a ,("er mat hr <■■■ from Betty. NOW 1.0 ON WITH Till. STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT 'Continued) HE didn't mention meeting Janet at r.oon. Asa matter of fart Jeff had forgotten about it, but, to Janet the omission was significant. She ,stole a quick glance at him. To think that Jeff could care for such a cheap, obvious little creature as that girl! So she was the type he admired, the girl for whom the selection of a gift was so important. Janet assured herself that it was not. jealousy she felt. Os course, it was nothing like that. She wouldn't for the world have him think that she cared or was even interested. Ts that was the sort of girl Jeff Grant cared for she was di: appointed in him. That was all. And so the evening was somewhat of a failure. Mrs. Silvani and the two children were well and happy and delighted to see their guests. Jr (I and Janet stayed for threequarters of an hour while Rosie talk 'd about the squirrel she had seen in the park, and Tommy . showed Jell the new puzzle he was Working on. Mrs. Silvani had been sewing and shr sat by the lamp, making buttonholes while she talked. It was a pleasant enough visit, but after Janet and JefT had said good-by and gone back to the car the coolness they had felt before persisted. tt a tt ]'N a few more nights the moon would be a complete golden sphere. It shown down brightly and n warm breeze was blowing. There was time enough for a drive through one of the parks or out on the hill road. Jeff looked at. Janet and then •his fare set determinedly. All right. If she didn’t want to talk to him, she didn’t have to! Maybe it was because she was living out on the west side now, because she rode around in a limousine and knew a lot of rich people that she had become so changed. This was anew idea and because of it, Jeff drove with his eyes straight ahead on the road. When Janet spoke, he answered with monosyllables, and when the roadster drew up before the brick house, he said good-night and drove away quickly. tt tt tt YES, in spite of the bright moonlight and in spite of the warm breeze it was an evening that, on the whole, was a failure, i The sky was clouded over next Tnorning and then for three successive days it rained. The first day Mrs. Curtis was caught in a shower and came home to sneeze and complain of a head cold. A little later she developed a fever and Janet telephoned- for Dr. Roberts. The doctor ordered his patient to bed. Her ailment was grippe. She must take the best of care of herself. There was a great deal of grippe around, he said, and some of it was serious. Dr. Roberts wrote out a prescription to be delivered later, told Mrs.

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*‘^LEN T HAZARD,” by Maristan Vj Chapman, is in its essentials n murder story. But it is unlike any murder tale you ever read before. and its chief interest lies, not in the element of mystery, but in the setting, the characters that are presented and in the author's quaint, subtly pleasing use of the English language. * Like this author’s other books, this story is set in the Tennessee mountains, among those isolated mountaineers who are the spiritual descendants both of Daniel Boone and of the sturdy yeomen of Queen Elizabeth's England. Bill Woody has been killed. Since Bill was hated violently, the coroner’s jury insisted on reporting that he came to his death ‘'accidentally at the hands of persons k unknown.” 1 But Sheriff Joe Marks resolves to f puzzle the matter out, to find whether Bill was killed for his money "or out of plain distaste” and to lay the guilty man by the heels. His investigations serve to inV'troduce us to all the mountain folk; and in the story which follows the author takes us straight back into the remote mountains, whene men bear such names as "Wait Still on the Lord,” where a man's cabin is his "home place" and people tramp far for the fun nf "neighboring.” where a mountaineer who disagrees with a radio broadcaster tries to climb into the loudspeaker and do him violence. It all makes a quaint, delicately amusing, and solidly interesting ‘’tale. Published by Knopf, the book retails for $2.50.

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Curtis to be careful of her diet and drink a great deal of fruit Juice. He promised to look in next day and then departed. So to Janet's duties as secretary were added those of nurse. The shades in the big front bedroom were lowered. Janet sat near the bed and saw that Mrs. Curtis had her medicine at the right time. She brought hot pads and removed them and rearranged pillows to make them more comfortable. It was on the second day of this regime that the maid, arriving with Mrs. Curtis’ luncheon tray, handed Janet several letters. “The postman just came,” Lucy explained. Janet glanced at the letters. Two of them were bills and another was on club stationery. The fourth was undoubtedly personal and she handed it to Mrs. Curtis. The woman lookeed at the envelope, recognized the handwriting and exclaimed with a little cry of pleasure, “Oh. it's from Betty! Read it to me, will you. Miss Hill?' CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE JANET took the letter. Her heart was beating so that she thought the other woman must surely hear it. “I'll go over here where the light is better.’’ she said, moving toward the window. The handwriting on the envelope was scrawled rather carelessly. Janet drew out the folded sheets and read in a clear, low voice: “Dearest mother: There's just time to get this written before we go down to dinner. I’ve been meaning to write every day but you know how the time goes. “Everything here is so perfect, Mother, I feel as though I never, never want to leave. That doesn't mean I don’t want to come back to see you. I do, of course, but I know you won’t mind if we stay a little longer than we'd expected. “Rolf is—,” Janet read the two words and stopped. There was a pause, a moment of hesitation and then she began again: "Rolf is the most wonderful husband in the world. When you know him better I know you’ll agree with me. We've been invited to six parties this week and gone to every one, so you can see we’re having a grand time. “Carla Latham and her mother are here. They just got back from Paris a few weeks ago, and Carla has the most beautiful clothes. I think before we come back to Lancaster we ought to run up to New T York so that I can do some shopping, don't you? It isn’t as though I’d had time to plan a real trousseau. "We’ve been out on the golf course every day except twice w ! hen it rained. The weather has been marvelous and I’m getting a nice tan already. Rolf is tanned, too, and it's so becoming. “Well, I'll have to dash along now. He’s waiting for me. Be sure to write me the news although I don’t suppose there’s very much happening at home. Rolf and I both send our love. Betty.” Mrs. Curtis was smiling. “I’m so glad she’s having such a lovely time,” she said. “Will you put the letter here on the table, Miss Hill? Perhaps I’ll be able to answer it tomorrow.” Janet put down the letter. She said, "I—l'll be back in a moment,” and fled. 0 tt tt SINCE the shades in the bedroom had been lowered to protect the patient from the light, neither Mrs. Curtis nor Lucy, the maid, noticed when Janet returned that her eyes looked suspiciously swollen. After Lucy had taken away the luncheon tray Janet opened the book she had been reading aloud and began anew chapter. The letter lay on the table close to the bedside and remained there all day. Mrs. Curtis was feeling so much better next morning that the doctor said she might sit up for an hour or two. And on the following day she was so much stronger that she issued definite orders to Janet. “You’ve been cooped up in this house all week, child," she said, “and it's not good for you. I want you to take the afternoon and go somei where. Anywhere you like but don’t come back until dinner time! Lucy will be here to get anything I want.” “You’re sure you won't need me?” “Certainly not!” So Janet left the house immediately after luncheon, walked two blocks and took the bus down town. There was three weeks’ salary in he:* purse and in her heart the pleasant sense of expectation every girl feels when she sets out to buy new spring clothes. Newspapers were advertising spring sales. Besides Janet really needed something more presentable to wear. She had been conscious of the fact ever since she had begun her new duties. Mrs. Curtis expected every one around her to look nice. Lucy and Bertha both wore trim uniforms and the chauffeur's conservatively cut suit was excellently tailored. She went directly to Marsh’s department store and asked to see the suits. “Here’s something very special today,’’ the saleswoman told her. “This little novelty pattern with the squirrel cuffs. It’s reduced from $49.50 tp $35.” The liHle novelty pattern was not what Janet wanted. She asked to see something simpler and of better quality. The saleswoman obligingly brought forth other suits. It was several minutes before Janet saw they gray one and when she did she exclaimed, “Oh—l think I like that one!” “It's very smart.” the saleswoman assured her. "Very new. too. and I think it will fit you ” a a tt THE gray suit fitted Janet as though it had been made for j here. It was a young-looking suit, jlt molded Janet’s slimless and it ! gave width where width was desira- | ble. It had simplicity without severity. (To Be Continued)

OUR HOARDING HOUSE

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FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS

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WASHINGTON TUBBS II

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BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES

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TARZAN THE UNTAMED

Lieutenant Roger Cecil, Royal Air Service, for it was he who now r watched Tarzan's returning consciousness, had been the cannibals' prisoner for some weeks. Unknown to him, they were trying to fatten Roger for a feast. Then Tarzan's ill luck brought him, too, into their fiendish clutches.

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Through long nights of his imprisonment, Roger was left alone. Then his thoughts were often of the circumstances which brought about his capture. He was certain his flying career—and his life—were doomed. “What beastly luck!’’ he thought.

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“What luck to die this way. after the narrow escapes I've come through!” Many a previous air crash had he survived. He thought of that one in the India mountains when, to save Patricia Canby, the girl he loved, he had made her jump with a parachute from his burning plane.

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Roger remembered how he and his crew had also leaped overboard, attempting to save their Uves. How he at last, bruised and battered, landed in a treetop. He recalled vividly the events that followed. He had not known where he was.

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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