Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 287, Indianapolis, Marion County, 11 April 1933 — Page 15

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BKGIN Ilf R> TODAV JANET HILL brfaic* tvr ftißgmnt Ui ROI.F CARLYLE *nrn she lern> he had fooen paving attention* to Hi. rl Y KtNDDALI. v.eaitliv .or;>lv girl. JMft, 2.1 is serreta.v BRICE HAMILTON. • avertisme manift of F-'-erv Home Msca/>ne She *!.h lose* RoT Jt.yy GRANT ■ ...► encitieer. *•*.*•* her p..re from a hoid'.T man and she and Jeff become friends. When she learns Rolf has cloyed with Bettv she le;,s Jef* atv. i her nroken ensai'ment and hvj she can never care for anyone Hamilton leave* the maaazlne and semrc. a fob for Jam" as social secretary to bia Sister MRS CURTIS. It Is several da-.s be; -re Janet learns Mrs. c - tis ,* He" Kendail a mother Then ah- feels she should so away but circums’anres tue-.ent. Rolf and Rettv return from their honeymoon and move to their own apartment Mrs Curtis goes to Silver Bav. a lane resort taking Janet With her They stay a month. One evening shortly after their return Janet goes for a drive with Jeff. They >er a man and girl beside a wrecked ear Jeff stoos and offers to take the rouble to the nearest farm house The girl is Bettv Carlyle and the man is VAN BANNISTER. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORV CHAPTER. FORTY (Continued! ‘•No. How does it go?” "Well, I’ll see if I can remember —” It was nearly midnight when she told him good night and let herself Into the house. As far as Janet was concerned the episode of the broken-down car had come to an end. There was more to it, however. Ban npwo days later Betty Carlyle A arrived at her mother’s home late in the morning. Betty wore a brown suit, and a small brown hat with a vivid orange bow on it. She was due at a luncheon at the club at 1 o’clock, she said. Betty had scarcely seated herself when she discovered that she had forgotten a book she had promised to take to Peggy Jamieson. ‘‘l wouldn’t mind,” she said, “only I forgot, It once before. Could Janet get it for me? I'd telephone to Marie, but she isn’t, there. It’s her afternoon off and I let her go early.” ‘ Why, yes,” Mfs. Curtis agreed. "Janet can go.” Five minutes later Janet departeo with a key to the apartment and Instructions where to find the book. It was lying, Betty said, on a table in her bedroom. She couldn’t possibly miss it. No sooner was she out of the house than Betty snapped shut the vanity case in her hand. She slipped it, Into her purse and turned toward her mother. “There’s something.’ she said, “I think I should tell you.” “Well, It’s about that girl Janet. I think you should get rid of her. “Betty! What in the world are you taiking about? You know I couldn't get along without Janet.” “I know you think you can't. But just the same you should. She’s not the sort of girl to have here In the house. I mean I wouldn’t trust her.” “Betty, that’s nonsense!” “Oh, you can say that all you want to. You can defend her! I was expecting that. But if you’d seen what I saw the other night—!” “What ever are you talking about?” “I'll tell you,” Betty said grimly. "Rolf and I were driving with the Jamiesons. It happened two nights ago. We were coming along a long stretch of road and had to stop for gas. While were were waiting another ear drove up. “There was a crowd of four or five in It—l’m not sure which—but they were dreadful looking people. Three men and two girls and Janet was one of them. I recognized her Immediately. From the way they acted they must have teen drinking. I tell you it was disgusting. She's not the sort of girl to have here in the house and I want you to get rid of her!” CHAPTER FORTY-ONE MRS. CURTIS shook her head. “You must be mistaken!” she exclaimed. “I'm sure it couldn't have been Janet!” "All right. Where was she two nights ago?” “Why—why, let me see. She was TTTODK a par BY BRUG& CATION TiHERE were giants on the earth in the old days, and one of them was a long, fiery-tempered, Indomitable frontiersman named Andrew Jackson, who swore great oaths, fought valiantly and became one of the sturdiest Americans in all history. You can read about him in “Andrew Jackson, the Border Captain.” by Marquis James, and you'll find it ns fascinating a biography as you’ve j read in a long, long time. Mr. James does not conduct his | hero to the White House. His book carries its account of Jackson's life up to 1823, and then stops. It is. as the title suggests, the story of his activity as a border captain; to learn of his presidential career you must go elsewhere. But what a story the pre-presi-dcntial career makes! Orphaned in early youth, serving In the Revolutionary war as a lad of 13 or 14. seeking his fortune in the Tennessee valley with the earliest of pioneers, smiting the Indians mightily, fighting duels, running a racing stable, building up the government and becoming the mouthpiece for the turbulent and self-assertive new west—Jackson was a unique figure, and a mighty one. He seems, among other things, to have been a first-rate military leader. Mr. James describes his campaigns in detail—lus blows against the Creek confederacy, his glamorous New Orleans campaign against the British, his slightly premature seizure of Florida—and leaves one wondering what history would be like if Jackson had led an expedition against Quebec in 1812, as he wished to do. “Andrew Jackson” is a first-rate book. Bobbs-Merrill offer it at $3.75; it also Is the Literary Guild's choice for April.

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here in this room with me all evening. We were reading—no, I’ve got that wrong. Last night the Ridgeways were her and the night be- | fore—” Mrs. Curtis’ words broke off. 1 "Janet did go out that evening,” she continued, “but she told me she was going to the movies, so you see it must have been someone else—” Betty’s laugh was sneering. "Movies—that’s what she’d tell you, of course. But she wasn't at the movies when I saw her!” "But, Betty. I simply can’t believe it. Why, that sort of thing Isn’t at all like her! She's always so quiet and reserved.” Betty’s voice flamed with anger. “So you’d believe her against your ovn daughter, would you?” “No, no, it's not that, dear. I simply mean you must have been mistaken. I know you think it was Janet you saw, but it must have | been someone else. It's so easy to f make mistakes like that. When she comes back I'll ask her—” "Don't do that!” Betty cut in shortly. “Do you think if she were out with a crowd of hoodlums she’d tell you about it? If you’re so sure this precious Janet is a saint, I guess that’s all there is to it. But if you wake up some morning and find the silverware or your diamonds gone don’t blame me! I’ve done the best I I could to warn you.” Mrs. Curtis glanced down at the diamond ring she was wearing. "Oh, dear!” she said. “I suppose I now I will worry. But you must reI member Janet came to me with the highest recommendations from your uncle. Bruce had known her for a long time, and he said she was absolutely reliable. Betty’s lips formed a narrow crimson line. Well,” she said as she arose, “I’m through with the whole affair. I thought I should tell you what I saw, and I have!” She walked across the room and Paused, frowning. "Why in heaven’s name don’t you get some new draperies for this room?" she asked. Those things are positively archaic. Nobody’s using dark colors anv more." “But I like them," her mother objected. "And they'll be good for a long time yet. With things the way they have been lately, I don't like to go to expense that isn’t necessary.” "You ought to have the whole room done over. And the library, too. The whole place Is motheaten.” tt a a MRS. CURTIS bridled. “It’s my home,” she said, "and It’s comfortable. I’m perfectly willing for you to have all the modernistic clap-trap in your apartment you want, but I want my home to suit myself.” Betty had paused before the window. She whirled suddenly. "Janet's coming," she said. “Promise me you won’t say anything about vhat I told you. If she was there she'd deny It, and if she wasn’t, it doesn’t, make any difference. Promise me!” Mi\s. Curtis nodded. "I'll promise,” she said, “but just the same, I suppose I'll worry. Oh, dear! I wish you hadn't said a thing about it!” They heard the front door open, and a moment, later Janet appeared. ‘‘Here it is.” she said, handing the book to Betty. “It took me a little while to find It. It was underneath some things on the dressing table. And here’s the key.” Betty said, “Thanks,” and glanced at her wrist watch. "It's time for me to be going,” she told her mother. "Don’t, forget what you promised me.” A moment later she was gone. Janet returned to her work and did not see Mrs. Curtis again until lunch. It was a quiet meal. Janet was wondering if the older woman did not feel well when Mrs. Curtis said abruptly: "Janet., why don’t you ever bring any of your friends to the house? You could use the little room off the library for a sitting room, if you’d like.” "Why—thank you. I guess I just hadn’t thought about it.. I don’t have very many friends.” "But you’re young. You've lived in Lancaster several years. You must know some young people.” “Yes, of course. I've known lots of girls in ofTices where I’ve worked, but they go away or get married, or somehow you lose track of them. "Haven't you any young men friends?” Not many. Most of the men at the Every Home office were married and—well, I was always pretty busy.” "I should think an attractive girl like you would have a lot of beaus.” ts St ts JANET hesitated. "I used to be engaged,” she said, “but that’s all over now. There’s one boy I go out with some times. He’s the one I went to the movies with the other night.” b Mrs. Curtis said, “Oh!” and then. “Why don’t you ask him to come here some night? id like to meet him.” "I will,” Janet agreed doubtfully, •-he was thinking of an evening spent in the little room off the ifbiaiy would not be particularly cheerful. She would be self-con-scious, and so would Jeff. It was unusual for Mrs. Curtis to ask questions about her personal affairs. ’* - had she suddenly become so interested? 111 ask him. ’ Janet promised, and then, to change the subject asked. -What time will you want I iederick to take you to the club house this afternoon?” About 3 o'clock, I suppose.” If Mrs. Curtis were going to the club house at 3 it meant Janet would have the rest of the afternoon to herself. She said. “Will it be all right If I go down town after you’ve' gone? There's some shopping I ought to do.” “Certainly, my dear. Go whenever you like. I won’t need you.” (To Be Continued)

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‘•Why did they take me alive?" asked Jerry of the savage leader. Usanga laughed, leading the prisoner outside. Jerry saw a sinister thing whose meaning was only too obvious. Usanga eyed him closely, hoping to see signs of fear.

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But he was disappointed, for the white man only shrugged his shoulders, saying: ‘•Really, do you beggars intend to eat me?" "Not my people," rfplied the black. "The Wamaboe will eat you, but we will kill you for their feast.”

—By Ahern

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

Usanga left to join his warriors. Shortly after this, Tarzan was captured and imprisoned witn Rpger. And now the British aviator, watching the cannibal'.' new victim, saw the helpless, naked giant slowly recovering his senses.

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