Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 279, Indianapolis, Marion County, 1 April 1933 — Page 13

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RKGIN H* RI TODAY ■When JA.NTI HILL learn* ROLF CARLYI.K ha* br>a<sng engagement* with hft 10 m*r! BETTY KKNUAI.I a ■OCl'tv girl *ha Leila him their rnarr.aii'1* off Janet \t 2.1 Drettv and serri-tarv to BKt'CE HAMILTON ftdvtl 111 . • ear of E-. erv Horne Magazm' She still loves Rolf and cannot forget him JKFF GRANT, a voung engineer, iiva.c bar pnr*e from a holdup man ona night and h and Jaff O 4 * <mr Irlandi Whin *r,* rfic in a ne* - hanar tha‘ Ro;f ha* alonad .!h Bat'% Kentflll ‘ha tail* Jeff about liar broken engagement and aivs ahe can never cara lor anvona < l*a Hamilton laavaa tha magazine aid ha a auaa of rat rant hmant thara is no 100 for Jana! Hnur- rr. Hamilton lel.s ha: hi* sister. MILS. CURTIS, needs a -onal secretary and Janet sat .. a. tha 100. It is saveral dav* bafora she earns Mr' Curt!* is Bt*v Kandall * mo’i.ar Jan* fat.;* aha .should give UD tha Job h, haa no hlaca to go Sha decides to stags long as Roll and Battv are out of town Mr. Curtis' wedding gift to Be- •• * ♦ o oa a completely furnished anartu.a and to Janat falls tha task of finding tha apartment Tha voting couola arr'.-e aoor.ar than thav ara expected Janat wants to >ava but. circumstance* nrrvant Rattv and Rolf mova into their anartmant and Janat salrinm saas Rolf Ona da vwhan Janat. has tha afternoon to herself sha goes down town to a movie Sha nauseß before a shoo window and .turning almost bumps into a man NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO (Continued) How did they keep it up, Janet Wondered, these young people whose mornings, afternoons and evenings seemed devoted to parties? Os course they did no work, but to Janet the constant round of gaiety in itself seemed strenuous. How could a young man like Rolf get to the office in the morning ready for a day's work after a night of festivities that had not ended until dawn? Surely there must bo some quiet evenings, some time for rest. “They're young," Mrs. Curtis would say wondly. "There's time enough to be serious later on. I want my little girl to have everything in the world to make her happy." Mrs. Curtis herself wasn’t looking so Aell these days. There was one evening when she was dressing, preparing to go to the Thorntons, that Janet rushed to the telephone to call Ur. Roberts. The physician came and prescribed two days of complete rest in bed. Mrs. Curtis, frightened, promised to obey these instructions faithfully, but on the second day when Betty called and ininsisted her mother should come to fill out a table at her bridge party, Betty, as usual, had her way. Mrs. Curtis arose and dressed and set off for the bridge party. Janet was left to herself. It w'as June and the season’s first hot spell had set in. The air, both inside and out of the house, was stifling. Janet had finished her work and considered how to spend the afternoon. She felt an impulse to get away from the house. There was no place in particular to go. Suddenly, Janet decided to see a movie. It would be cool in the dark theater. It would be restful, too. She hurried upstairs and put on R new blue linen dress and widebrimmed white hat. She was wearing white oxfords, and the costume was becoming. Janet walked to the bus stop and rocie down to the business district. It was hotter here, but the theater would be cooled by artificial breezes. Janet was within half a block of the theater when a window display caught her eye. She paused to look at. it and that was why she did not see the man until, turning, she almost bumped into him. CHARIER THIRTY-THREE THE man stepped back. Janet said, "Oh, I’m sorry ” and then her eyes lighted. "Why. Mr. Silvani!” she exclaimed. "I didn't recognize you.” Pat's straw hat was off in an inBtant. "I didn’t recognize you either. Miss Hill. How are you? Just the other day Rose was talking about you. She said she handn’t seen you for quite a while.” "Oh, I’m all right,” Janet assured him. "And I've been meaning to get out to see Mrs. Silvani and the children for a long time. Somehow

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**T ORE WITH A SMILE" brings _L/ Ring Lardnes back to the baseball park again, back to the ‘‘You Know Me. AT’ sort of thing in which he made his first great success. And if the highbrows don’t mind, your reviewer would like to remark that Mr. Larner does this sort of thing better than he does anything else. We have here a bush-league outfielder trying to break into the big leagues via a job with the Brooklyn Robins. We meet him at the training ramp, where he writes letters to his girl back in Centralia. 111. Through these letters we follow him up to Brooklyn and around the National league circuit. Naturally, the lad is a colossal dumb-bell, and he becomes the center of a comedy of errors that is amusing and instructive beyond belief. One day he knocks one out of the park and becomes a hero; the next he is caught napping off first base, or slides into second when second is already occupied. He draws down the wrath of the gods on his luckless |kull, and through it all he keeps writing to the girl back home, complaining, bragging, telling artlessly of his dates with a big city siren, and committing some of the weirdest spelling that was ever seen on land or sea In the end, he is gravitating toward a job in Jersey City, shipped there by a despairing Brooklyn management. You’ll find his adventures infinitely worth following, and you’ll get from them many a chesty laugh. Published by Scribners, the book sells for $1.50.

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something always comes up at the last minute. How are Rosie and Tommy?” Fine!” the father assured her. "They're a couple of lively kids all right. At least Rosie is. Tommy can make his share of the noise, too. Rosie’s brown as a little Indian. Their mother takes them down to the public playground as often as she can. There's no place else for them to play except the street. You know, Miss Hill, those kids are still talking about that circus you took them to.” Janet laughed. “I'm glad they are. I think about it myself some limes. I'm sure I enjoyed it just exactly as much as they did.” They talked a little longer. Pat explained that he was down town early today because he'd heard of a sale of second-hand furniture. If he could find anything cheap that was worth having he'd like to buy Ro.se a couple of chairs. They'd make the house look better and Rose was the great ope for always wanting things to look nice. Might find something, Pat said, that with a little work he could turn into a pretty fair piece of furniture. "I hope you do,” Janet told him, "and be sure to tell Mrs. Silvani that lin coming out to see her. Tell her I’ll come some evening this week." Pat said he would. They'd be awfully glad to have her come. A moment more and he was on his way down the street and Janet went on toward the motion picture theater. She told herself reproachfully that she should have gone long ago to see the Silvanis. It had been almost three weeks since she had been there. She knew the children liked to have her come and besides she had promised. Well, this week for sure she would go. a b a I>UT Janet did not. The heat wave continued, and nights as well as days were breathless and stifling. Mrs. Curtis complained of sleeplessness, canceled two dinner engagements and spent the evenings quietly at home. Sometimes she asked Janet to read to her and sometimes they played cards. There were other times when they merely sat and talked. Janet suspected it was more than the heat that was troubling Mrs. Curtis. She did not iook well and she seemed restless. When Janet suggested calling Dr. Roberts, however. Mrs. Curtis objected. She talked of a trip to the lake where she usually spent the summers, but postponed it. The weather might change. Betty and Rolf were to remain in town and she did not like to leave them. Always before Mrs. Curtis and Betty had gone away together. Janet came into the house one afternoon and hurried into the little room off the library. She haa been down town and, returning on the bus, had suddenly remembered that there were several checks in her desk. Careless to leave them there. The checks should have been mailed off at once. She sat down and with pen and ink began addressing the envelopes. Four of them. The first two were finished when Janet’s pen suddenly paused in mid-air. There were voices in the next room. Betty’s voice and her mother’s. They must have come in from the lawn back of the house where there were deck chairs and a huge sun umbrella. Mrs. Curtis was speaking. “ —and Rachel Thornton’s going next week,” she said. "Ohh, that reminds me! Would you and Rolf like to use my tickets for the concert Tuesday night?” "A concert in this weather? Good heavens!” "It's for the milk fund," Mrs. Curtis explained. “And Rachel's on the committee. It’s really going to be rather nice, I think. That Russian singer—I never can remember her name—is going to sing. And Obermier is conducting.” ‘Well, there's no use in my taking the tickets. I couldn't get Rolf to a concert unless he was drugged first!" st ts a T ANET moved uncomfortably. Mrs. Curtis and Betty didn't know she was there and she didn't like to overhear their conversation. There was no escape, however, except the door leading directly into the library where they were. Perhaps they would leave in a moment. But Mrs. Curtis and Betty did not leave and their next words held Janet speechless. "Then if you don't want the tickets." Mrs. Curtis said. "I'll give them to Janet. She can invite someone.” Betty voice interrupted, angry and crackling. "Give them to Janet! Well, you certainly won't. I can find better use for them than that! Mother, isn't it about time that girl learned her place? Why, you'd think she was a guest here the way you treat her!” "But, Betty.” •T tell you I think it’s the limit. Why does she have to have meals sent to her room? Why can't she eat with the other servants? Going to a concert And sitting down in the front rows, I suppose. What would our friends think" "But it's a charity performance, Betty. I'm sure I don't see any reason why Janet shouldn't go.” “Well. I do and I tell you she's not going. I’ll take the tickets—yes, if I have to tear them up! I won’t have that girl putting on airs the way she does!” "She doesn't, Betty. She's a verynice girl." "Nice girl!” There was a sneer in the tone. "She's a common little stenographer—that's what she is!” "No, Betty.” Mrs. Curtis spoke with sudden dignity. "You're mistaken. Janet doesn't put on airs. She's been very helpful and considerate and I really can’t have you saying such things about her.” (To Be Continued)

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He had thought those precious me nones buried in his heart. Before retiring, he mentioned the subject uppermost in his mind, inquiring about the loyely stranger. “Everybody knows HER! Where have YOU been?” laughed his host.

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“She is the famous Russian dancer. Why? ’ ‘Nothing,” replied Roger, casually. “Just a mood, old top. I fancied I once had known her—in India.” And the young Englishman smiled to himself, thinking how absurd had been his notion.

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Still, this gorgeous creature with the wor.clly look, MIGHT have been his innocent, gay little Pat. Next morning, suddenly wearied of pleasure, Roger decided to return to London. Saying he must get .to work, he left “la Cote d'Azur’’ and began a great adventure!

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