Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 286, Indianapolis, Marion County, 10 April 1933 — Page 13

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BIGIN Ilf RF TODAY JANFT HUG hr<*k* her r i,*?ejnent to ROI.F CARI.YI.E when he irarffs he had been paving attentions to BETTY KENDALU v althy soctetv gir. Jar-.et 23. .5 secretary to BRUCfc HAMILTON advertising manager o t Every Home Magazine She atilt loves Roll JEFF ORANT, voting engineer, saves her p irve from a holdup mar. an<l she and JefT beeoir.e friend' When '.'if learns iioi! t>as eloped with Bettv she U. • Jt flf i lut her’brokei t ngagi ment •nd says she ran never care for any one *1 e Hamilton leaves the magazine and geenres a Job for Janet as social - jetarv to h.s sister MRS. CURTIS V is aeveral days forfore Janet learns Mr*. Curtis . Betty Kendall mother Then ahe feels she would go away hut clrcumaianres prevent Rolf and Bettty return from their honeymoon and move to their own apartment Mr' Curtis goes to Sliver Bay. a lake resort, taking Janet with her They stay a month One evening shortly after their return Janet goes for a drive with Jeff They see a man and girl beside a wrecked car. Jeff stops, thinking there has been an accident. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE f Continued i ' An hour later Janet slipped into her own room, brought out a box of rouge and touched her cheeks with color. She was careful to do the same thing next morning and nothing more was said about a visit from the physician. JefT telephoned Wednesday afternoon. He said, “Got something to celebrate, Janet. The boss came across with a raise. Do you suppose you could go to dinner with me?” “I'd love to, but I'm afraid I can’t get away.” “Well, then, how about seeing a movie? That’s about all there is to do in town.” She said she thought she could manage that and agreed to be ready at 8 o'clock It was promptly at 8 that the little roadster appeared before the door of the brick.house Janet answered the ring, wearing her hat and coat, and a fe minutes later they were off. a a n THE movie proved to be only mildly entertaining. I was a. gangster affair with a grci 'eal of shooting and underworld 7 fare. As they came out of t theater JefT said, “Whew! I th k I need air after that. What ; out you?” “Let’s drive out on the hill road,” Janet suggested. "I like it out there.” They got into the roadster and headed for the hill road. But this time when they came to the turn overlooking tiie lights of the city, JefT did not stop. Janet said. “Tell me about the raise. How did it happen?” “Nobody could have been more surprised than I was." JefT told her. “The boss just called me in this morning and said that from now on I was to take charge of the department and the salary would go up $5Honestly, for a minute I thought he was kidding." “I’m awfully glad, Jeff. You work hard and you deserve it.” “Well. I’m going to try to.” He asked how- things were going for her. “I’m going away from Lancaster,” Janet announced. She nodded her head affirmatively. "I've thought it all out and it’s the only thing for me to do. Should have gone long ago. I’ll stay a fewmore weeks, so that I’ll have more money and then I'm leaving." “But where will you go?” “I’ll settle that later. There are lots of places to go. I’m sick of Lancaster and everything in it. The people—” “Do you mean that?” Janet turned and put a hand on his arm. “I didn't mean it about you,” Jeff. You're the one real friend I have! No matter where I go I’ll never forget you.” There was silence betw-een them. All at once the young man let out an exclamation and put his foot on the brake. On the road ahead Janet saw two figures—a man and a girl. There was something dark behind them. 1 “Let's see what this is,” Jeff said as the car came to a halt.

CHAPTER FORTY IN the roadster’s headlights the two figures stood out boldly. The girl was in white and the man in evening clothes. Behind them, a little way down the road. Janet could make out the outlines of an automobile. ‘ Need any help?" Jeff called. The man hurried forward. “Would you be willing to take us to the nearest farm house?" he asked. “There must be one down the road a little way. Something’s wrong with my car and I'll have to call a garage. If you could give us a lift—” “Sure!” Jeff a.grced. “We can do that. Only there’s not much room. Do you think you can crowd in?” The girl had stepped out of the light and the man turned toward her. “They'll take us." he said. “Come on!" She stumbled a little as she came forward. The spike heels of her evening slippers had not been made for country roads. "You get in." the man said, taking her arm. “I'll stand on the running board." There was room in the seat of the roadster for three. Jeff opened the door and the girl in white stepped inside. As she did so her escort drew out a package of cigarettes. “Smoke?" he asked, offering them to Jeff. “Yes, thanks.” Janet declined and so did the girl In white. There was a note in the girl’s voice that had caught Jane’s ear. She looked at her curiously. Jeff struck a match and in the light of the tiny flame the faces of both strangers were clearly visible. Betty Carlyle and Van Bannister. There was no need to ask if Betty had recognized her. Each girl eyed the other in amazement. Tire moment was too brief for anything else. Then the flame from the match died away and they were in darkness. Bannister, puffing his cigarette, had closed the door of the car. “I’m all right out here if you don't hit any bumps." he said. If he had glanced at Janet he had not recognized her. “Rotten road to have a break-down on!”

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HE talked as they drove but Betty was silent. She drew her brief wrap about her more closely, looked straight ahead and did not speak even when the ■ lights of a farm house appeared. A few- minutes later they reached the house and Jeff stopped the car. Van Bannister was profuse in his I thanks and offered a bill. Jeff told ; him to “forget it,” w-ished them luck, I and drove away. "Good thing for those two that we ■ came along,” he told Janet. "They'd , have had quite a walk if we hadn't.” Janet agreed. •'Seems to me I’ve seen that fellow somewhere,” Jeff went on, “but I can't place him. Pretty girl, too. , Well, this old car may not be so i much for looks but it always takes us home!” Janet thought of Van Bannister’s j big. slate-colored car. What was it ,he had told her it could do? Eighty (miles an hour? Perhaps that was why It was lying out at the side of : the road now. ana SHE thought of Betty and Van Bannister hurtling along the dark country road at break-neck speed. That was the sort of thing that gave Betty a “thrill.” It wasn’t right though and it didn't look right. Why wasn’t Rolf with them? Janet remembered the day Betty came to the station to see her mother off for Silver Bay. She had talked about meeting Rolf for lunch but instead it was Bannister whom she had met. Was Betty, besides being strong-willed and selfish, a cheat? She decided to put the whole thing out of her mind. She said suddenly, “It’s funny, JefT, but I’m hungry.” He laughed. “That’s certainly a coincidence! I was thinking the same thing myself. Well, we'll stop at the next barbeque.” Fifteen minutes later he halted the car before a brightly lighted frame building. A boy in a white coat and cap brought them sandwiches of tender, delicious chicken and steaming cups of coffee. "Such food!” Janet exclaimed. “I don’t know 7 when I’ve tasted anything so good.” n n OVER the rim of the cup of coffee Jeff looked at her. “Still sure your mind’s made up to leave Lancaster?” She nodded. “It’s the best w r ay all around. Better for me and every one else.” “I’ll miss you.” “That’s nice of you. I’ll miss vou, too. But we’ll write to each other. In a year or so you'll be running that office.” He laughed shortly. ‘Fat chance! Sometimes I think about pulling out of this town myself.” “Oh, but you mustn’t! You mustn’t even think about it. Why, you're getting on so well!” “I don’t know about that.” He was glancing off into the darkness. She could not see his eyes. There was a pause, and then Janet said quietly, “She—hasn’t changed her mind?” “Apparently not.” After a moment he asked, "How 7 about another sandwich?” "No, thanks. Listen, Jeff, I guess I know as well as anybody how 7 hard things are, but they’ll get better. I'm sure they will! Everybody gets over things that hurt them after a wiiile.” “I suppose they do.” Suddenly Janet stirred. “Here we’re supposed to be celebrating your new job!” she exclaimed, “and we’re as cheerful as a pair of owls. Let’s think of something lively. Start the car and I’ll sing a song for you.” She did, too. As the roadster covered the road ahead she sang a verse and the chorus of a song she had learned as a little girl. It -was about an Irishman who took his pig to market. Jeff laughed at it and then joined in the chorus. “That's a good song,” he said. “Did you ever hear the one about 'The Horse Named Bill'?” (To Be Continued)

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“He came down from the sky in a strange thing, like a bird,” replied the cannibal chief. “But we watched it long and it did not seem to be alive.” “It can not fly without this man in it. It is well you captured him, Numabo," said Usanga.

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