Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 276, Indianapolis, Marion County, 29 March 1933 — Page 15

MARCH 29, 1933

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RM.IN lURF. TOHAY Whn JANET HILL learns ROLF CARLYLE ta* break.: 3 eng agP . rr.fr.’' with hrr to niret BETTY KENDAM a society girl, she tells him their marriage la off Janet la 2.1. pretty •nd rrto BRUCE HAMILTON, adver'.'.tg manager of Every Home 7 410 >' Rolf and can not forg'. h.i:> JEFF GRANT. a >nunff • gj. r.,t *• , h r || e from a lioid* tip n.*:t one night n.,d hr and Jeff berornf- *'i When she rends In a f* '• Rn.f ..as eloped vs in Rr”v Ke'nd.i. she lei!- Jeff about her broken eng.-.gement and ays .she can never nrr for any one eise Hamiilor. eave* the magazine and hrra.-e of retrenchment there 1* no lob for Jane- However. Hamilton te.la 1-r' rr. MRS CURTIS needs a social set re* '• and "anet -r-ires the Job. T. .r'.rrai day before she >rn* Mrs Cnrtis R’’tv K'-.dalls mother. Janet, lee’.s -he should gre tip the lob hot lasno p are she to go Sim decide* to Stay as long as Rolf and Betty are out of town th Doan town one da- *h* sees .le. t nn noljQßEfl CAI.AHAN a stei.orrrapher rnm off -e where he yorr.v ano litogiri.ii- conch.de- Jeff is n jo-e yjth hrr When Jeff •*••• Janet h. ; e her manner seems chanced and he dec des It ) because of her new association*. Tant pnes shopping and bu* s an z ~, n ßhe ret s t ome -o hear angry voices n Mrs rurti'- room NOW liO ON WITH THE STORI CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE 'Continued > Looking at herself, in the fulllength mirror. Janet's eyes widened. The .suit cave her style and distinction. She felt like another person. -With your black hat ” the saleswoman was suggesting, but Janet interrupted. “I think I'd like a colored hat for n change,” she sadi. "I think Id like a green one!" For three-quarters of an hour more the shopping continued. Janet could scarcely remember how long it had been since she had bought an entire costume all at once. She bought a. little green hat that looked like nothing at all until it was perched on her head and then had surprising jauntiness. She bought two soft white blouses and a pair of black pumps and hosiery and gloves. Then just before she left they showed her a green and white printed frock that was too much of a bargain to pass by. It looked well with the green hat, too, and Janet bought it. "You'll want the things sent, won’t you?” tiie saleswoman asked. Janet shook heer head. "No." She had had no idea that she was to say that a moment before "you can send t lie dress, but I think I'll wear the suit," she said. She felt a pleasant elation as she stepped out into the street fifteen minutes later. Ridiculous to put on all her new finery the moment at for she'd bought it, and yet it was fun. She caught a glimpse of hersell in a show window mirror and the color in her cheeks deepened. Oh, but it was fun to feel slim and smart and well-dressed! She walked more briskly, turned a corner and all at once halted. "Hello, Mollie!” she exclaimed. Mollie Lambert smiled broadly. “Janet—gee, I’m glad to see you! And, say, aren’t you looking like a million dollars! That's a swell suit you’re wearing—” tt tt tt J ANET laughed. "I'm glad you like it,” she said. "I just boueht It. I’ve wanted to see you, Mollie. How's everybody at Mrs. Snyder’s? I've been meaning to telephone omy I’ve been pretty busy.” "I know. Listen, let’s duck in some place for a soda. I’ve got a lot to tell you and I want to hear about your new job, too.” They entered a candy shop farther down the street and sat down at one of the little tables along the wall. “Well.” Mollie wanted to know, “have you met a lot of rich young fellows?” "There’s the chauffeur,” Janet said, “only he’s not rich and not particularly young.” She smiled. "No, I'm afraid you'll have to revise your romantic notions. Being a social secretary isn't the way they picture it in the movies at all. At least what I’ve seen of it, isn’t.” "I guess I am romantic,” Mollie agreed, giggling. "I guess I got a reason to be.” She turned her hand and Janet saw the diamond twinkling on the ring Anger. "Oh, is it from Al?” she asked. Mollie nodded. "I've had it since Sunday. It's not so big but I life it.” "It's beautiful!” Janet assured her. "It's a lovely ring.” "Al and I are going to take our vacations at the same time next month. We’re going to get married and go to Atlantic City. Wo haven’t decided exactly about the wedding yet but I want you to come to it.” “I hope I can. I’m so glad for you. Mollie! And I like Al, too. I know you'll be happy!” "Oh, I guess we'll get along.” Mollie nodded. "Al isn't perfect but then neither am I. We have squabbles, but we always make them up. I'm going to keep on working. For a year or two. Al doesn't mind and we’re going to start saving so we can buy a place of our own some day.” They talked for half an hour longer and then Janet said good-by. She had some other errands and when these were Anished she boarded a bus and rode home. The sun was sining behind the trees when she reached the brick house. Janet had forgotten about tiie new suit she was wearing and the jaunty green hat. She was thinking of Mollie. How wise Mollie was to grasp her happiness when it was offered! Janet let herself into the house. No one was in sight and she hurried up the stairs. The door of Mrs. Curtis' bedroom was partly open and from within came voices. Two voices, raised and angry. CHAPTER ’iHIRTY JANET pushed open the door and then stopped. "Oh!” she exclaimed, and then again. "Oh—!” The room was in turmoil. A footstool had been overturned. Mrs. Curtis was mounted on another chair, the skirt of her negligee pulled tightly about her. Lucy had backed away against one wall, her eyes wide with fright. And in the center of this havoc, firmly planted and im-

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perious, stood Buster, the yellow Persian cat. "Do something, Janet.” Mrs. Curtis screamed. “Oh, do something!” For, wriggling in the grip of Buster's sharp white teeth, was a mouse. The mouse was alive still and emitted sharp little squeaks. Buster held his prey proudly and looked from one woman to the other as though expecting commendation that v.as not forthcoming. "I'm afraid he'll drop it!” Lucy wailed. “Take it away from him” cried Mrs. Curtis. "Oh, Buster, how could you do such a thing?” Janet came forward. "Here. Buster!" she said authoritatively. "Come here!” But the Persian was not to be so easily cowed. Buster, the wellfed aristocrat, had gone out and caught for himself a common mouse. He had brought it to his mistress’ bedroom and in that room he intended to stay. There was much sport yet to be had with the victim. Buster’s hunting instinct had been roused. No longer a docile house cat, he glared at Janet forbiddingly. , She took a step forward. The cat moved back. She reached out toward him and Buster ducked. It was all of five minutes before. Anally cornered. Janet lifted the cat and bore him from the room. A few minutes later she reappeared. "It's all Janet assured her employer. "Frederick took it away from him.” Mrs. Curtis had stepped down from her chair. "You're sure?” she asked. "Oh. yes,” Janet reassured her. "It s all right. Except that Busters pride seems to be badly hurt. I left him in the living room looking rather unhappy.” The other woman moved toward the bed. "I’m feeling rather weak,” she said. "I believe I’ll lie down for a while. And, Janet, will you tell Bertha to have the exterminator come tomorrow?” tt a a JANET said yes and withdrew. Half an hour later she encountered the maid in the hall. "My, but you've got nerve!” Lucy said admiringly, "i wouldn't have picked up that- cat for all the money in the world!” Janet smiled. "Well, it didn’t hurt me,” she said. "ITe just got one little scratch.” "I wasn't afraid of Buster scratching! i was afraid of that mouse! Mrs. Curtis is afraid of 'em, too. I hats what people get for keeping a cat around!’’ "They don't get mice from keeping cats,” Janet told her. "It's the other way around. AH I did was take the cat down to Frederick.” But there was no doubt that the incident had raised Janet in Mrs. Curtis’ eyes. She gave her tasks implying more and more responsibility and when Janet carried off a situation tactfully she praised her. “Really,” Mrs. Curtis told her friend, Rachel Thornton, "I don’t know how I ever got along without her! She's so capable.” Mrs. Thornton said. “U-mm! Pretty girl. She'll be leaving you one of these days.” "Well, I'll do my best to keep her!" Mrs. Curtis declared vigorously. “I'm sure I don't know where I'd get another like her!’’ The attack of grippe seemed to leave Mrs. Curtis weak. Dr. Roberts said there was nothing for her to do but rest and save her strength. No parties and no excitement. She was to stay at home except for a brief airing each day in the car. Dr. Roberts gave her a thorough examination and reminded Mrs. Curtis it was important for. these instructions to be obeyed. tt a tt CHE called Janet as the girl was passing the door of her bedroom one morning. "Come in, my dear,” she said, smiling. "I've some news for you. Instead of S3O I'm going to make your cnecx $35 from now on.” "Why, thank you, Mrs. Curtis. Thaf’s awfully nice!” (To Be Continued)

BY BRUC£ CATTON

UNION SQUARE,” by Albert Halper, is being widely hailed as a genuine proletarian novel. It is all of that, surely. And yet, it is hardly a book that will bring aid and comfort to members of the Communist party. For it exposes as skillfully as any book that has been printed the real weakness of that party in America; the failure of its program and the shortcomings of its leadership. Mr. Halper tells about the intertwined lives of a dozen or more people who live near New York's Union square. Most of them are members of the proletariat, living on the edge of poverty, brutallj beaten by the depression. Some of them ar eardent Communists. Yet the Communists, as Mr. Halper sees them, are not truly representative of the workers. They are for the most part dilettantes, wishful thinkers, poseurs, starveling writers who have attached themselves to the radical labor movement like decorative but useless tails to a kite. The real proletarians, in this book, hardly know that the part> exists. And when, at the end of the book, there comes a great "red riot - ’ in the square, the one real casualty is a sturdy 100-per-cent American stevedore, who recently lost his job. and who came to the open air mass meeting on that day only out of idle curosity. "Union Square” is really a fine book. Accurate observation and deep feeling have gone into its writing. It is honest and devoid of cant. Published by Viking, it sells for $2.50. it is the March choice of the Literary Guild.

OUR BOARDING HOUSE

WELL, M'LADS, I 1 U^. ED T 0 ; 7 MUST -RUN OVER TO : > Jlffl 1N kN’ OUT OF- | MY B/\NK-'-WITHDRAWAL RE -i ' ''s — A " DOZEN N, > STRICTIONS FORCED ME TO I \ SUMMER : SKIMP ALONG WITU BUT *BO < f GOSH —TV\ J I WAS j iff OR S9O MY POCKET— E6A,DF/ f LAST TIME 1 V? j |rj / IMAGINE THAT/ BUT, ONCE \ wXs 7 WATER QA ■ l more , A MOOPLE PROVED K > x "7 HIMSELF EQUAL. TO AMY / \ OWN / & .. i— —i /

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

Laboriously, Roger Cecil succeeded in freeing himself from the tangled parachute rigging. The burning remnants of his airplane lay in a clearing close by. An hour later he heard the whirr of motors skyward.

THE INDIANAPOLIS TDIES

In the clear light of morning, after the terrible India monsoon that nearly finished him, he saw two scout planes of the “Crimson Squadron" winging above him. Luckily, his fellow-fliers had followed him from the captured city of the Maharajah.

—By Ahern

OUT OUR WAY

,c i” C B y : BOPM THIRTY ME APS Too

RARELY REACHES THE POOR BEFORE: HE ts 7 FIGHTS LIKE A WILDCAT. /-A V'fjasS) fj) vikiwrv I M6r< - ONLY BY THE ORACLE OF PARK- */ \\ WNESS/ DOES HE MANAGE TO

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Avoiding the storm, they had seen his body drop from the doomed plane. Searching, they rescued the young Englishman, but found no trace of his crew or of Patricia Canby. Reluctantly, Roger was forced to admit the quest hopeless. y

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

Finally he allowed the fliers to take him back to Delhi. Long he grieved for the once happy girl who had captured his young heart. Only the knowledge that he had done his best to save her him at aIL

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