Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 280, Indianapolis, Marion County, 3 April 1933 — Page 13

'APRIL 3, 1933

tt y k, Laura Lou

Rff.lV lIIRI TODAV JANET HILL brrk* her cr.ssE''m*nt to ROLF CARLYLE nh'n *h*' learn* h* has been pavina att*'i;t ;on* to BETTY KENDAL) Kiel* girl. Jane 23. la sprreari to BRUCE HAMILTON. Advertising manssn ol i •■I Horn** Magaair.r SI <* stiil lo’ •' JEFF OR ANT. \o>n;a n.<t . a-.e* E'-r purse Irorr. a hold mat. and s’ e and JafT heroin*' fri";ds W: *n s': ■' Iranis Ro.J has eloped with IV.tv she t< .s JefT about her broicen encasement a:.'! Sava she can ne\er care lor anyone else Hamilton leaves the magazine and Secure* a job lor Janet a *o' la 1 secretary to Ins .e'er. MRS CI.I; ITS T •* ae-.eral day* bet*,re Janet learns Mrs. Curt;* is Be" . Kendall mo'her. Rolf and Be* tv return from their hone', moon Janet fee; she at o *lO jea- e hu' rircumsi anre* prevent. The vo'ina rouple move into their own apartment Janet has one encounter with Roll and after that seldom secs t,;m. She goes to the Carlves apartment on an errand and tnere meets VAN BANNISTER wealthy and sn< :a!iv prominent He offers to drive her home, NO tv GO ON WITH I HI, STORt CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE fContinued > The ringing of the doorbell interrupted, and in a moment Lucy came to announce an arrival. There was the sound of footsteps and then the library was quiet. Both Mrs Curtis and Betty had evidently gone to greet the newcomer. White-faced, Janet finished addressing the envelopes, inserted the checks and then, taking her hat slipped out the rear door of the house. There was no real reason why the letters should be posted Immediately but she walked six blocks lo the nearest postbox, dropped in the letters and then walked slowly back to the house. So Betty felt, like that about Iter! "Common little stenographer" was what she had called her. She had said .Janet put on airs and didn't know her place! a a a rpHE girl's face was still pale, but X her eyes were burning. Her chin raised defiantly. "Common” was she? She thought of Betty's noisy, half-tipsy guests, of parties ending at daylight. Common! "I don’t rare what she thinks about me," Janet told herself. "I don't care!” But she did care. The fierce declarations were to quiet the wounds in her lieart. Even Mrs. Curtis’ quick defense did not make up for Betty’s sharp-edged comments. The words had cut like a knife. There was nothing Janet could do about it. She had been guilty of eavesdropping—quite unintentionally—and this was the result. She must never let any one know that she had overheard the conversation. Whether or not Betty took the tickets Janet was not to learn. However, nothing more was said about tiie concert. She didn’t see Betty until the next day. A telephone call came in the morning saying that Betty had left her gloves. Would Janet bring them over? Janet agreed but she was busy Until after lunch. She walked to the apartment then and the maid admitted her. There was a young man talking to Betty as Janet entered the living room. He was standing before a window and Janet noticed that he was rather good-looking. His hair and complexion were dark and he wore a suit of white linen. As Janet entered he turned. Betty said carelessly, ‘‘Oh, my gloves. Put them on the table, will you. Janet?” The young man came forward. "How about introducing me?” he asked. Betty seemed amused. "Why, of course, Van. Miss Hill, Mr. Bannister. Miss Hill is my mother's secretary.” A moment later Janet was in the hall, pressing a button for the elevator. The car was a long time ascending, so it happened that she was still there when Van Banister stepped into the hall. He came toward her. smiling. "Hoped I'd catch you,” he said. "My car’s downstairs. Won't you let me give you a lift?” CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR THE door of the elevator slid back just then and both Janet and Van Bannister stepped inside. "Well?” lie said, smiling persuasively. He was a very good-looking young man. His eyes crinkled at the coiners when he smiled and he had an air of easy assurance as though the world always had and always would go exactly as he wanted it. He was hatless and must have spent hours in the sun to acquire such a deep tan. "Thank you,” Janet said hesitantly. "but I think I'll walk.” "Nonsense! Why, the sun is blistering." Janet smiled. "I don't mind,” she said. They reached the ground floor and walked through the lobby to the sidewalk. There at the curb was a long slate-colored roadster. Van Bannister turned to the girl. "Listen,” he said. "I'll bet you’re going to Betty's mother’s, aren't you? \V r ell, I'm headed that way myself. Now hop in and don't say any more about it.” Janet found herself seated in the deeply cushioned seat. Bannister, beside her. started the motor and the car lunged forward. "What a beautiful roadster” she said. "Like it?” lip smiled. "Well, I like it pretty well myself. Out on a road where there's a chance to tear loose there aren't many that can pass her. Like to see how it's done?” Janet said. "Why—yes.” "Fine. How about tonight?” She shook her head. "1 couldn't,” she said. "Well, then tomorrow?’ "I'm afraid not.’ Janet told him. “You see Mrs. Curtis likes to have me stay with her.' "You don't mean to say you never have a night off!” "Oh. sometimes, but I never knots when it's going to be.” ‘Dont. kid me!" Bannister told here. "You just mean you aren't interested. But I am interested, see? "You have gray eyes'and there's something about girls with gray eves that I can't resist. You have light brown hair. too. and that's another of my weaknesses. You're —"

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JANET stopped him. "There's the house!” she said. Bannister put on the brakes so quickly that they groaned. ' Don't you think you could change your mind about tonight?' he asked. Say about 9 o'clock—” Janet smiled. "I’m sorry,” she smiled, "but I couldn't possibly.” "Well then tomorrow?" She was out of the car now. Janet shook her head and said. "Not tomorrow either. Thanks a lot for the lift. I’ll have to go in now.” She turned and hurried up the walk. Os course she couldn’t go anywhere with Van Bannister. He was just one of the members of Betty’s crowd. One of the outtanding members, Janet knew, for the name, Bannister, was an old one in Lancaster, It stood for wealth and social position. Van Bannister was probably a terrible flirt. Still he had been friendly. He knew she was Mrs. Curtis’ secretary and yet he had insisted on driving her home. Yes, Janet decided she rather liked him. even though she'd probably never see him again. Shp was mistaken about that. She and Van Bannister were to meet again. There was no one in sight as Janet entered the house. She glanced into the living room and the library, and then wandered out to the lawn at the rear. Mrs. Curtis was there, half-reclining in one of the dock chairs with the big umbrella tilted so that she was completely in the shade. "You made a quick trip,” she said. "Aren’t you nearly melted? Sit down and rest a while.” Janet sank into the chair beside her. There was a book on the table at Mrs. Curtis’ elbow, but the book was turned face down. "The sun is hot,” Janet said, "but it's comfortable out here.” It was an attractive scene. A slight breeze rustled the leaves overhead and the branches cast a pattern of light and shadow on the grass. The sky was intensely blue with here and there a lazy cloud that seemed motionless. A low hedge surrounding the lawn gave privacy and the beach umbrella, gaily striped in orange and black, added a rakish note of color. MRS. CURTlS*sighed. "We complain about the heat,” she said, “but when I think of the hundreds and hundreds who have to endure it without the comforts we have I feel ashamed.” “Yes,” Janet agreed. "That’s true. Right hpre in Lancaster there’s a lot of suffering.” She thought of Rosie and Tommy Silvani who had no place to play except the public playground. Their little home must be like, an oven in the sun. And the Silvanis were better off than many others. "I’m doubling my cheek for the milk fund," Mrs. Curtis told her. Janet straightened. "That reminds me.” she said, "that I have those accounts to go over.” Mrs. Curtis raised a hand, protesting. "Let. them wait. It’s too hot for figures. I’d rather you’d stay here with me.” So Janet stayed. The afternoon drifted on until Lucy brought a tray with tall, frosted glasses, a pitcher of iced tea and tiny cakes. “I forgot to tell you,” Mrs. Curtis said, putting down her glass, "that the Thorntons are going to drop in this evening, if there’s anything you'd like to do I won’t need you. You've been spending so much of the time here I think It would do you good to get out.” Janet said there were some friends she'd like to call on. She set out immediately after dinner, wearing her green and white frock and the white hat. It was almost an hour’s ride by bus and street car to the Silvanis' home and dusk had fallen by the time she arrived there. Even in the semi-darkness, however, Janet recognized the roadster parked before the door of the house. She recognized a squeal that came from the seat of the car and then Rosie was running to meet her. (To Be Continued)

2TBOOK A DM §t BRUCE CATTON

IN "Hizzoner the Mayor," Joel Sayre seems to have relieved his feelings by bestowing hearty razzberries on a composite photograph of practically all the mayors of our leading Americans cities. John Norris Holtsapple, mayor of the Greater City of Malta, is a lot of mayor rolled into one—the big sloppy ones, the gay dapper ones, the blunderingly, obtuse ones and the calculating, crooked ones. We are introduced to him as he moans in his hotel suite, recovering from a colossal hangover. We follow him as he goes down the bay to extend Greater Malta’s official greetings to a great wrestling bear which has just returned from a tour of Europe. We go with him to a meeting of the board of estimate—a deadlv chapter which reads like a literal transcription of the actual meeting of such a body—and then we plunge with him into a riotous political campaign, which ends with Mavor Holtsapple's defeat by the Honorable Harrie Satchell. In all of this Mr. Sayre is venomous and ruthless. Municipal politics, he seems to say, is game plaved by pluperfect crooks for the plundering of fools. Honesty, decency, intelligence and honor are unknown qualities. "Hizzoner the Mayor'’ isn’t as funny as Mr. Sayre's incomparable "Rackety Rax;" and that, it seems to me, is because you simply can't satirize our municipal politics. There's nothing you can exaggerate. Real life outdoes your wildest inventions. ..but it's a book you ought to read. It's published by the John Day Cos., and its price is $2.

OUR HOARDING HOUSE

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SALESMAN SAM

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TARZAN THE UNTAMED

Roger Cecil was tired of the uninteresting details of legal affairs in his uncle Jeremiah's austere London office. He was that elderly gentleman's favorite nephew and heir. Also, he had been Christened for him.

THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES

He disliked his Biblical middle name and never used it. His chums at Oxford knew this and, ragging him. nicknamed him “Jerry.” And “Jerry" he was to his intimates on the flying field where every spare hour found him. i

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

It was autumn of this fateful year that Roger's world and the Empire rocked with a sudden shock. The Red Army of Europe struck its initial blow for world supremacy against the hated English in East Africa 1

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