Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 282, Indianapolis, Marion County, 5 April 1933 — Page 19

APRIL 5, 1033

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bec.in firm Toim .JANET HILL tjtraks hr: f!.B*r.cmrnt to ROT.K CARI.YLt wl'on .-.ho irarn.' h* )a* b*rn paying attention to Bf* PT a KENDALL, unl'hi v'. '[■ 23 ; -orretarx to BRLCF HAMILTON advert if ins mniger ot r s rv Home SJio anil in '■ P- T Jtrr OH A Nr. vo-iii* <. .. or Her p ;r*e ftom a holt, n mat nria i< r and .lrfT becomt 1 r!~, th W: <t. r learn* Roll hat elop'd B‘" teJJ.s Jeff about her bro;:rn er.gaaement end savs he can r.c.er care for an -one tiff Hamilton leaves the macarlne and *et;res a Job for Janet ae < feretory to nil iiatei MRS CURTIS l! Is ;e\era! day* 1 efore .Jane! I', ::. Ctrr. S' It't s Kendall's mo .<i Rolf Rnd Bettv return from ':.e;r ho.icvmoin Jairct feels he ’.otild no anav but rtrciimctanre; proven’ T. " youne couplr move into their on ai -rimer.' ant!, after one encounter. Janet ic'-inm r-<- Ro.f St' goes for a err e n:th Je fl and . e ed-'Stt he cares for a k!H v, ho is sn lo' e vrith someone t . e. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE 'Continued > Ho hid never mentioned her never spoken of her since the day Janet, had met them together. That seemed significant. Young men often mention girl.s who are casual acquaintances. It is the one enshrined deeply in the heart about whom they are reticent. ‘'How could she do it?'' Janet nskfd herself. Why. any girl in the world should be proud of Jeff's love! Proud of Jeff, himself, too. He had wit. attractiveness and he was loyal, dependable and understanding. And here he was breaking his heart because Dolores preferred someone else. Janet’s own opinion of thr girl was not high but since Jeff loved Dolores, Janet wanted him to win her. Jeff was too fine to be cheated in that, way. a a a J ANET felt there was anew bond of understanding between them when she told him good night. She said wit It a sudden rush of feeling. Oh. Jeff, you've been such a good friend! You helped me just by listening tonight. Maybe we can help each other. If there’s ever any way—if there's anything I can do lor you you'll tell me. won’t you?” •TP tell you. Thanks, Janet.” She slipped her hand into his, pressed it and then disappeared into the house. Several times during the next few days Janet thought of that conversation. But there were other things to occupy her mind. Mrs. Curtis decided suddenly to go to the lake Dr Roberts thought (he change would be good for her, and it was settled that she was to leave the following week. It was amazing what a burst of activity this decision called forth. There was shopping and packing to do, reservations to be made at the hotel where Mrs. Curtis always stayed. All of the servants except Bertha were to leave for their respective vacations. Janet would go with Mrs. Curtis. Silver Bay, sc • Mrs. Curtis assured her. was a very quiet resort. Some of the families had cottages. Some of them stayed at the Lake Shore or th? Bayvicw hotels, but the same families came back each season. n spite of the fact that Silver Bay was so quiet. Mrs. Curtis ordered three new chiffon dresses, a new dinner gown and several wash silk' for mornings. She bought three new hats and four pairs of slices, and there wore ever so many smaller items for her wardrobe. Janet bought herself a white frock, a very simple dress suitable for summer evenings. It was longer than her street dresses, with tiny sleeves and a low, rounding neck. She put the dress on Sunday evening and came downstairs. Dusk had begun to fall, but there were no lights burning. No one was in sight. Janet walked through the hall and into the library. Buster, seeing her, jumped down from a chair and came tow'ard her, purring. Janet picked up the cat. stroked his head absent-mindedly. She was thinking of a. night a year ago when she and Rolf Carlyle had gone to an amusement park and extravagantly ridden three times on a roller-coaster. It was such a gay evening! They had laughed and had such a good time. She thought of the girl she

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had been a year ago. Such a dis- , lerent girl than she was today! Rolf had changed, too. Thinking of Rolf. Janet turned She had to think of him, for there he w as. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX N r EITHER of them moved. The dim light from the open winch w fell on Janet and made her white dre s sc?m whiter. Her face was indistinct, half in shadow. Janet!” Rolf said, moving forward. And that was all. T didn’t hear you.” she told him, and her voice, naturally low-pitched, had a touch of huskiness. She hurra i on. as though it were important to keep on speaking. “It’s dark in here, isn’t it? I den t know' why the lights haven’t been put on. Every one seems to be gone—" "I came to meet Betty," Rolf explained. "If she's not here she will \be soon. Janet—l’ve never seen you locking so lovely.” He was almost beside her now. There’s something about you tonight! What is it?” She smiled. "The dress, perhaps. It new. Do you like it?” ‘•You look beautiful!” Bu ter, the cat, squirmed unra.sily in her arms and Janet bent to out him down. “Thank you for the compliment!” she said, looking up again at Rolf, and managed to say the w'ords liehtly. She moved to the tabh, touched the lamp and the room was bathed in a warm, amber glow. “There! That’s better.” Rolf followed. “Plea.se don’t go!” he urged. “Stay here and talk to me. I’ve been want - j ing to ask how things are going with you. Is everything all right. Janet ?’’ “Why, of course.” "That’s not what I mean. I! mean—really!” His sleeve brushed her arm and Janet, stepped away. Then she met his eyes directly. "Everything is perfectly all right,” she said. “I'm—l 'm happy!” She said it defiantly. “I don’t know' whether you are or not,,” Rolf began. “I don’t know 7 —” There was the sound of footsteps an the words broke off. Both Janet and Rolf turned. Betty Carlyle stood in the doorway. She was wearing a sheer yellow gown that fit her snugly and then fell in huge, swirling folds to her feet. A rather daring gowm and a daring little yellow hat perched sidewise on her dark hair. She would have arrested attention anywhere but in that room her appearj ance was electric. “Well!” Betty exclaimed. “What a charming scene! I hope I'm not | intruding?” a a a 'T'HERE could be no doubt of the -1- anger in her voice. She smiled, but it was the silky smile that conceals a thrust-to-come. "Not at all!” Rolf told her coolly. "Late, aren't you? I thought you'd be here when I came.” “Yes, I’m late. And how kind it s been of Miss Hill to entertain i vou. You didn't by any chance come early, did you?” "Betty, don’t talk nonsense!” She came into the room then, Walking slowly. She came until she stood half-way between them. Looking directly at Rolf, she said: “I will talk whatever and where I like and I don’t think you’ll try to stop me. Oh, no. I wouldn't try to do that! You might be sorry.” Then she turned toward Janet. “Will you go tell my mother that w'e’re here?” Janet had been listening silently. Her face was white, almost as white fes the dress she w'orc. “Mrs. Curtis isn’t here,” she said. “She went driving with Mr. and Mrs. Thornton.” "Oh. she not here?” It was Betty speaking. “Well, in that case—if you can spare my husband—w'e’ll be going.” “Betty, for Loi’d sake, w'hat are you trying to do? Haven’t Ia right to speak to Janet—?” “Janet? So that’s what you call her? Really, I didn’t know' you were such friends. This is interesting!” “Why shouldn't I call her Janet? That's her name, isn't it? You call her that yourself. Mrs. Curtis calls her that.” Betty smiled sweetly. She sat down and drew a cigaret from a case. “Go on, darling,’’ she said. “I’m breathless to hear all about it.” Rolf shrugged his shoulders, turned ! away in disgust. ! "All right.” he said. “Make anything you like of it. I don't know' what started all this, but if you’re determined to have a row, I suppose there'll be one.” It was Janet w r ho interrupted. | She said. "Mrs. Carlyle, you surely don’t think—!” ! “Never mind what I think," Betty ! retorted. She snapped a lighter ! that did not work and rose in annoyance. "Are there any matches in this house?” There were matches in a containeer nearby, and Rolf lighted one for her, held it while the cigaret ignited. a a a SUDDENLY. Betty's mood seemed to change. She said. “Oh. come along, Rolf. We were due at the Jamiesons’ half an hour ago.” She put a hand on his arm as though to indicate that a truce had been established. Turning to Janet she said. “Tell my mother we were here, will you? I'll call her sometime tomorrow.” A moment more and they were gone. Janet walked to the window and looked out. Completely dark outside except for lights in the windows of the house next door. She turned again toward the room. What an attractive room and what a hideous scene to have taken place there! iTo Be Continued!

OUR HOARDING HOUSE

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Lieutenant Cecil brought his plane down into the meadowland and began to work over its stalled motor. As he worked he whistled London's latest popular hit, for it was typical of the man to be lighthearted. t

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He was careless of the immediate future and his surroundings. That the district might be infested with countless enemies seemed not to bother him at all. Expertly he worked, correcting the adjustment that had caused the engine to stall.

—By Ahern

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

He wanted to stretch his legs and light a smoke before continuing his return flight to camp. Some gorgeous tropic blooms caught his esthetic eye. He walked over to examine them more closely. And as he; bent over them it happened 1

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