Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 281, Indianapolis, Marion County, 4 April 1933 — Page 17

APRIL' !, 1033.

p.rf.iv hi rs, toi\y JAVET HI LI. i,r <■.!*• it ‘-varment to ROLF CAH LYLE ;.*• .<•■'•••' h* ha hrrn p.-.-c tt<: • !o HKTTY KEJfDALI . 23.. HAMILTON, aivei ;%.tig manager of Eery Home x: 9;- inv* r Jl r K GRANT vO'ini rr.j;r:ffr. saves her pur- fVom * a /*;• n.*'.\*rA r..e arc! Jeff tjfffmf frusds V. < t*- .R*T •: -t hi r h: • en*-e r merit at:. ' 1 f • - c. t .*> . Ham. *:n leaves the n. zazi ar.a TT ,* T /TAT* nwinM !• r.'.rrnl K: s t.-?<,!<> 1 r:. Mrs. t. . B K •. .] J5 r s,- rs rn from tl.etr hni/'.noon. J-.:.<*t lee is : - dp> a hi 1 firrumstanc's prever.l. Ti e •V ■ ' •••■ i u.to r ' r 0 ? n ns>. ;.H'T oi.e encounter. Janet i-; •<•'.. Hoil Si.c to csl! on the Silvan! family v!.f.i he ai.d Jc3 have aided and Rids NOW <.O ON WITH THE STORY. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR) Continued 1 "M: Hill!" Rosie shrieked. "Oh, Miss Hill!" "Hello, Rosie" Janet caught the child'.’ hand. "What have you been doin'- 1 '- 1 "Oh, Miss Hill, we just got back from an automobile ride. Mr. Grant took us. Oh. and it was fun, too! Miss Hill, I’m so glad you came to see us. I'm so glad! Look, Tommy’s pretending he’s the driver—” a a a ROSIE as usual had a great deal .to say. Her exclamations brought her mother who was standing in the doorway talking to a neighbor. Jeff Grant, who had been mio ■ m ■ Tommy how to operate th 1 c' .tor, '.u pped out of the darkne "Hello, Janet,” he said. "Why. Jeff " She hncin’t seen him for nearly a month. Not 1 in-* the night he had brought her here and they had had so little to sav to each other. Janet thought Jeff was in love v.-ith the girl she had seen him with on the street that day. Dolores Calahan. She was sure she wasn’t jealous of Dolores but she had missed Jeff and was genuinely glad to see him. "Why didn’t you let me know you were coming out?” he asked. “I’d have been glad to drive over for you.” “I didn’t know I could get away until just before dinner,” Janet told him. Mrs. Silvan! was shaking her hand and urging her to com" up and sit in one of the chairs on tfie stoop. It was cooler there than in the house, she explained. Janet and Mrs. Silvani took the chairs and Jeff and the youngsters sat on the steps. For three quarters of an hour they talked. Then Janet noticed that Rosie's voice was growing sleepy. She arose and said it was time to leave. “And you'll be sure to come again one of these days, won’t you?" Mrs. Silvani urged. “I'll try to," Janet promised, "but I don't have as much time as I used to. I'd like to come out while its daylight and see all those stunts in the park Rosie was telling about.” Her mother laughed. “She'll be glad to show you. Rosie thinks there's nobody in the world like Miss Hill.” Ten minutes later Janet was beside Jeff in the roadster. "Where to?" he asked as they reached the cross-roads. “How about taking a swing out on the hill road?" "I’d love to,” Janet agreed. "It'll be cool and I like to look down on the lights." Up on the hill road the air was cooler. The lights of the city spread below them sparkled like a network of jewels. Jeff stopped the motor and Janet exclaimed, "Its't it gorgeous!" “Yes,” he said, "it is.” His hand closed over hers. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE Headlights loomed at the turn in the road and a big car came racing toward them. It was filled with a noisy, laughing crowd and as they passed the roadster a jeering laugh shrilled out. Someone cried raucously, "Look at the necking party!" Almost in the same instant the cor was gone but the spell of the

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night had been broken. Janet moved away. She said, "It's been ages since I've seen you, Jeff. What have you been doing?” "Oh, the usual things. Fellow m the office took me home with him last week-end. He's got a Utile p’are out about 20 miles, drives 'in every day. Say, it's great, too! He and his wife live out there all the year round. They've got two kids—both boys. There’s a stream not so far away and you ought to : e those little devils iwim!” "You like the country, don’t | • I centainly do! Nelson’s got a ‘<nnis court and when we weren't pi. ving or swimming we sat around on a b:e porch swapping yarns. The kids have a dog, too. Not much for looks, but smart just the same. Oh, I liked it out there! You bet I did. T • i link a fellow* would be pretty 1 icky ;f he could have a home like j that—” "Look!" Janet stopped him. "Fire-flies!” Tiny lights flashing here and i '.lore in the darkness glowed for an instant and then disappeared. “That’s what they are,” Jeff agreed. "I love to watch them,” Janet told him. "There’s something almost like magic about them. Look —there are some more!” "You wouldn't think they were so wonderful if you could see one of them in daylight.” "No, I suppose not.” There was a pause and then Janet said, "I think you’re right about it, | Jeff. A home in the country— I like you described—would be won- ! derful. I think I’d like it better than Mrs. Curtis’ big house. I mean I if I could have her house for my ; own instead of just working there. It's beautiful and everything is expensive, but I don't think anyone’s ever been very happy there.” "How about you?” Jeff asked quickly. "Aren’t you happy?” Janet looked away toward the necklace of lights flung over the city. “I wasn’t thinking about myself,” she said. "It doesn’t make much difference where I am, I guess.” a tt it SUDDEENLY she -wanted to confide in Jeff. He had helped her through hard times before. She wanted to pour out to someone all the worries, the struggle and suffering that had been stored up in her heart for so long. Jeff was a real friend and would understand. She turned toward him. “I don’t know whether you knew or ’ not,” she said slowly. "Rolf’s back. ' You remember I told you about him?” "Yes, J remember.’ "It’s all turned out in such a queer way,” the girl hurried on. "You see Betty—the girl he married—is Mrs. Curtis’ daughter. I’d never have gone there to work if I’d known that. I only found it out a few* weeks ago. While Betty and Rolf were away. Then I thought I’d leave before they got back out they, came unexpectedly.” "Have you—seen him?” "Oh, yes. Several times. Betty comes to the house almost every clay, but Rolf isn't there very often. Do you think I should go away anyhow, Jeff?” “Why, 1 don’t know.” The young man's voice sounded rather uncomfortable. "That’s entirely up to you, seems to me. If you want to, stay, And if you don't—why don’t!” "It isn’t as simple as that,” Janet assured him with a sigh. "’ld have to have another job and there don't seem to be any. I’ve read the want ad columns, and one day went to an agency. There don't seem to be any jobs anywhere for secretaries or stenographers. Mrs. Curtis has been awfully nice. She raised my salary a few weeks ago.” “Then it seems to me that's settled,” Jeff said. “I'd stay.” "It doesn't seem to make much difference,” Janet went on thoughtfully. “I'd feel the way I do no matter where I was. I mean—” "I know what you mean!” Jeff broke in harshly. “You can’t forget the fellow, can you? Still crazy about him. You try to tell yourself you're not,' but just the same it's true. Oh, yes, I know all about that!” “Why, Jeff!” She was amazed at his vehemence—and then all at once she understood. “You mean you've felt the same way? You mean there’s a girl you're in love with and she cares more for someone else?” She could not see his face In the darkness. "Something like that,” Jeff told her. tt an FOR a moment there was silence between them. Then Janet put a hand on the ycning man’s arm. “I'm sorry. Jeff,” she said softly. “I wish I could help. I suppose there isn't any way?” “No.” he said. “I guess not.” Neither spoke. Then after a time Janet said: "Do you want to tell me about it, Jeff?” “Nothing to tell,” he said. “There was a girl, but she fell for another fellow and—well, that’s all there is ito it.” “You're braver about it than I am.” Janet told him. "I wish I j could be like you. “Oh. Jeff!" she went on bitterly. “why do things have to be the way they are? Why can't the right people fall in love and stay in love? It never seenfs to be that way in real life! At least, hardly ever!” “That’s too deep a question for me.” Jeff said. 'l’ve wondered about it myself sometimes.” After a time Janet remembered that it was growing late. Throughout the drive back to Mrs. Curtis’ home she thought about what Jeff had told her. Who was this girl who had treated him so badly? Dolores Calahan? Someone he had known before coming to Lancaster? j But' a young man deeply in love with one girl would not have shown such interest in selecting a gift for another. It must be Dolores. (To Be Continued)

OUR HOARDING HOUSE

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TARZAN THE UNTAMED

Too young was Roger to have experienced the World war's horrors. So, unmindful of African dangers, longing for adventure, fired with patriotism and hatred of the new menace, he was among the first to enlist in the African struggle.

THE INDIANAPOLIS TDIES'

Weeks later, Flight-Lieutenant Roger “Jerry” Cecil, Royal Air Service, was on reconnaisance. A rumor had come to British African Headquarters U|at the Reds were marching across the dark consent to reinforce their colonial troops.

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—By Williams

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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