Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 283, Indianapolis, Marion County, 6 April 1933 — Page 19

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BEGIN HERE TODAT JANET HILL br*-a)u her enzaaement t*> ROLF CARLYLE when she learns he has been t>vinz attenllors In BETTY KENDALL, wealths wv,tv e’.rl. Janet, ?3 is serretarv lei BRUCE HAMILTON, art'.er! -.nz manaeer of E.efv Home Masaame. She atlll love* Ro.f JEFF GRANT, voune - ncineer saves her nurse from a holduo man and she r,d Jeff became friend* When she learns Rolf has etoped with Be'tv she tc'.i* Jeff about her broken ensaeement and savi she can never care for anyone else Hamilton leaves the mazarine and s< e rev a lob for Janet aa social secretarv to his sister, MRS. CURTIS It Is several davs before Janet learn* Mrs. Curtis is Bettv Kendall s mother. Rolf and Bettv return from their honeymoon. Janet feels sh'- should KO awav but circumstances prevent. The vounz counle move into their own anartrnent and after one encounter. Janet seldom sees Rolf. She sroes for a drive with JefT and he admit! he cares for a zirl who Is in love with someone else Janet concludes Ib." zirl is DOLORES CALAHAN ster.Oß* Tanher In the office where he work* Mrs, Curtis decides to zo to Silver Bav. a lake resort, taklnz Janet, with her. Bettv eomes to the station to see them off She leave* savins she has an enzpzement with Rois but Janet sees her meet VAN BANNISTER. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX 'Continued) As though to get away from it, Janet fled up the stairs to her bedroom. She closed the dpor behind her and sank into the big chair. "What was.to happen now? Was Betty angry? Did she really suspect Janet and Rolf w r ere interested in each other? They were all questions without an answer. What would Betty say to her mother tomorrow? A distorted story, of course, if she told any. “I wont worry." Janet told herself firmly. "There's nothing to worry about because nothing happened !" She arose then and faced hcrE'df in the mirror. It was true, nothing had happened, but how perilously narrow was the margin! It was a good thing Betty had come, even though she had misunderstood the situation. Five minutes more alone with Rolf and Janet knew sh" could not have trusted herself. She did not quite trust herself now. She moved about the room nervously, picked up a magazine and put it down. There was nothing to which she could settle down. Finally, she undressed and hung away the white gown. She filled the tub with water, bathed, and, 1 hough it was still early, turned out the light and slipped into bed. If Betty ever mentioned the scene in the library to her mother Mrs. Curtis did not, speak of it. Preparations for the trip to Silver Bay went on next morning just as they had before. The only difference was that now Janet was eager to get away. She had thought little about the trip; now she looked forward to it. Her confidence had been shaken and the summer resort, seemed a refuge. tt a a WEDNESDAY morning they were to depart. Tuesday was a day of feverish ’ activity, with packing to be completed, last minute errands, interruptions by the telephone and by the doorbell, friends calling to see Mrs. Curtis, and Mrs. Curtis changing her mind about this ancl that. Janet was never quite able to understand why so many details that would have been arranged simply anywhere else became immensely complicated in his household. Try as she would, she could not seem to plan otherwise. Mrs. Curtis would refuse to make up her mind until the last minute, or she would make it up early and then change it. It was with keen relief that Janet saw locks fastened and keys turned In the baggage Wednesday morning. It was with keen relief, too, that she followed Mrs. Curtis from the house to the waiting limousine. Frederick would drive them to the station, bring the car back and store it and then set off on his own vacation. "You’re sure, Janet, that you haven't forgotten anything?" Mrs. Curtis asked anxiously as the motor car drew' away. "You're sure you have the tickets?” "I have them,” Janet assured her. And she had. They were safely lucked away in the purse under her arm. "Well. I hope so.” Mrs. Curtis had the worried air of the habitually inefficient. They arrived at the station and Janet checked oveer the baggage. All there. She turned to see a bright red jacket making toward them. It was Betty, looking unusually gay and vivacious. "Thought I'd surprise you. Mother, by dropping around to say goodby! How much time have you? Oh. that's the car. Well—come on!” Betty seemed in the best of spirits. Janet heard her say that Rolf was to meet her for lunch. Yes, coming to the station. Betty chattered on until the brakeman’s warning, “All aboard!” A quick kiss then and she was gone. Mrs. Curtis smiled. "Sweet of her to come, wasn’t it?’” Janet said, "Yes, it was." Through the window she saw the red jacket hurrying toward a young man. But it was not Rolf. The young man was Van Bannister, and hr was standing beside a slatecolored roadster. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN SILVER BAY was Janet's first introduction to a summer resort. It was. as Mrs. Curtis had said, a "quiet" place, but to Janet It seemed impressive. The two hotels facing the beach wore built with huge verandas looking out over the lake. Two dozen or more cottages were scattered about, and farther back were narrow streets, lined with shops that did little business, except during the summer months. Most of the activity of the place centered about the beach and the landing where lake boats stopped whenever there were passengers. Fishing craft set out each morning, and speed boats cut their way through the water, trailing spray. The water was deep and rather cold, but swimmers braved it. The more indolent were content to sun themselves, lying on the sands, or viewing the water sports

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from the high walk leading to the hotels. Mrs. Curtis had been coming to the Lake Shore hotel for years. On the day that she and Janet arrived she spent half an hour chatting with old acquaintances before they could go in to luncheon. An hour later a bridge game w ? as in progress on the veranda. The same bridge game, with now and then an occasional substiute for one of the players, was to continue as long as slrs. Curtis remained at Silver Bay. The days drifted into an easy pattern. It was cool at Silver Bay. Even when the sun shone down brightly—as it usually did—the breeze from the water was cool. Janet had little to do. Each morning she went to the beach for a brief swim and then ten minnes on the sands. The rest of the morning she spent with Mrs. Curtis, reading to her, answering her letters, sending dresses to be pressed and making appointments for manicures and facial massages. Though the hotel was so "quiet” it was a rather dressy place and the routine of dressing for luncheon and then again for dinner was observed unfalteringly. On sunny days, Mrs. Curtis and her friends had their afternoon bridge game on the veranda. When i? rained they moved inside to one of the parlors, but nothing, except the recurrent arrival of Sunday, interrupted this program. Janet usually sat nearby with a magazine or book. Noow and then if one of the players happened to be called away, she would take a hand, though most of the time she read. Mrs. Curtis liked to have tier near so that if sh& wanted a wrap or anything from her room Janet could get it. a tt a 'T'HERE were plenty of young -*• people at Silver Bay. Some of them spent their days on the water and became brown as Indians. Others played golf, rode horseback or went spinning over the roads in long, low motor cars. Janet saw them, girls in sleeveless. low cut frocks and young men in flannels. She saw them laughing and smoking and apparently having very gay times together, but she did not speak to any of them. These girls and young men were from Betty Carlyle’s world. Janet did not need to be reminded that there was a vast difference between ♦them and herself. Her visit at Silver Bay was a vacation, and yet it was not a vacation. She sat beside Mrs. Curtis and her mid and 1 e-aged acquaintances and looked on at the never-ending bridge. There was always dancing at the Lake Shore in the evening. Sometimes a young man would manage an introduction and ask Janet to dance. Usually she refused and on the occasions when she did not she regretted it later. The young men were so obviously flirtatious that they were not even amusing. Dancing made her think of Rolf and evenings they had spent together. Rolf danced divinely. Circling a floor in his arms, steps matching perfectly, was like floating on air. She always caught herself up abruptly when her thoughts went on like this. That scene in the library came back to her. The gray dusk and Rolf appearing almost as in a dream. She could hear him saying, "You look beautiful!” and she could feel again the warm, bewildering sensation that had overtaken her. She had tried to run away—oh, yes she had tried! But if Betty had not appeared just then what might have happened? Janet always refused to answer that question. "Nothing would have happened!” she would assure herself vigorously. "Nothing!” But it wasn't, true. She was very much afraid that something would have happened. There was something really fearful for her to confront these days. She had found that she couldn’t trust herself. (To Be Continued)

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There was a chorus of savage yells and turning, Roger saw a score of black, naked warriors advancing upon him. A quick glance showed him they had cut off all chance of his retreating to his and that thehtf ttitude was hostile.

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