Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 294, Indianapolis, Marion County, 19 April 1933 — Page 13

'APRIL 19, 1933

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CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN ‘Continued) The other girl seemed to hesitate and then came forward. She crossed the room until she was directly in front of Janet, put both hands on her hips and said: "I guess you don’t remember me. do you? Well, I know you all right and there’s something I've got to *ay to you!’’ CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT JANET said, “Why, yes, I rememyou. Jeff Grant introduced us one day last summer. You're Miss—” she hesitated—“ Miss Calahan, isn't it?” “So I made an impression!” the other girl said in mock surprise. “Yes, Dolores Calahan's my name. I’ve seen you a couple of times, but you didn't see me. Riding around in a big car with a chauffeur, I guess you wouldn't notice anybody like me! But just the same I've got something to say to you and I'm going to get it off my chest!” “Why, of course—” Janet began but the other girl interrupted. Dolores' dark eyes were defiant. “What’s the idea of two-timing a swell guy like Jeff Grant?” she demanded. “I saw you out there with your blond boy friend! Its because Jeff’s out of town, I suppose.” “What in the world are you talking about?” “I’m talking about you and the way you treat Jeff Grant!” Dolores went on. “You needn’t act so innocent! Because you can’t get away with it. The Calahan's aren’t afraid to say what they think to anybody, and I’m telling you right now I think you’re the limit! “You’re the kind of a girl who thinks it’s smart to let a fellow get crazy over her and then give him the air. You don’t want Jeff, but you don’t wuant any one else to have him either.” “But—!” Dolores stopped her. “Wait a minute,” she said. “I’m not going to stop until I’ve finished. I’m not ashamed to admit I like Jeff myself and I tried to make him fall for me. I’m not the only one, either. I didn't have a chance and neither did any of the others. u tt tt "X ¥ THY? Because he’s so wild VV about you he doesn't know we're on earth. Say, if you don’t want him, why can’t you lay off? Give somebody else a chance, can’t s’ou?” Janet was staring at her. “Do you mean you think Jeff is in love with me?” Dolores tossed her head. “I'd be blind if I couldn’t see that!’’ “Why, I thought—” “Yeah! You thought you’d play your little game. Play around with your blonde Barrymore and let a swell guy like Jeff break his heart! There ought to be something done about dames like you. You make me sick!” "Just what,” Janet asked in a strained voice, “makes you think Jeff Grant is in love with me?” “I guess I saw the way he looked at you! I've seen him mooning over a picture of you lie's got, too. Oh, don't, try to play innocent —” “But he hasn’t any picture of me.” "Yes, he has. A snapshot with a couple of kids beside you. And one day I heard him talking to you on the telephone.” Janet remembered the snapshot then. Jeff had taken it the day of the picnic for Rosie and Tommy Silvani. She had had no idea that he had kept one of the prints for himself. “Listen,” Dolores went on. “I’ll tell you one. thing—the Calahans play square. I wouldn’t be a cheap little cheater like you for anything in the world. You'll go on just the same , I supipose. You’ll break Jeff’s heart and then laugh at him, but at least I've had the satisfaction of telling you exactly what I think of you! good-night, Miss High-and-Mighty Janet Hill!” Head in the air, with a quick whirl, she made her exit. Jariet turned toward the mirror. Five minutes later she still was staring at her reflection there. tt tt tt IT was three days later. There was no softly lighted table with flowers and gleaming silver and an orchestra in the distance as there liad been at Reigal's. This table stood in the bright midday glare of a window in a chain restaurant. Outside, the sun was streaming down and the Saturday crowd filled the sidewalk. JefT Grant said to the girl who sat. facing him. “This is a fine place to stage a party!” TT'BGDR’ YUW r BRUC& CATION HISTORY holds few more fascinating tales than the story of the civilization which the Indians erected in Mexico just before the Spanish conquest. Here, truly, was one of the most bizarre and romantic human so- i cieties ever put together—a cruel and bloody era. which built tow- j ering temples and flowered cities, j a people whose development j seemed to be taking a course un- j like any other ever attempted. For some of us. at least, the story i of pre-conquest Mexico is one of the most interesting rales there is. j “Mexico Before Cortez,” by J. | Eric Thompson, gives a very good description of the details of life in the old Aztec empire. Mr. Thommpson provides the answers to a lot. of those questions which so many archeologists ignore. He tells us. for instance, what j the people’s homes were like, what j they had to eat and wear, how they worked and played, what kind of holidays they celebrated and what sort of life they had generally. He includes in his book a wealth of photographs to illustrate the points he makes,

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“But I like it!” Janet told him. “The food's good and I always have liked to come here." • Well, it's o. k. with me if it ! suits you.” He turned quickly as a waitress hearing r heavily loaded •ray barely dodged his arm. “Looks |as though everyone in Lancaster were eating here today.” • That’s one thing I like about it. I miss seeing crow'ds.” Jeff laughed. “Crowds! Say, I’ve seen all the crowds I want for a while! New York was a nightmare. All right. I suppose, if you're used to it but. believe me. I was glad to j get back to Lancaster.” Janet smiled. “Jeff ” she said, “do you think it’s hard for a young man to get a chance in business nowadays?” “That’s a funny question to ask. You mean a job?” “No. not a job. I mean a chance to get ahead. To show what he can 1 do after he gets tho job.” “If a fellow’s smart enough to make use of the chances that | come his way he doesn’t have to : worry, I guess. There are plenty j of chances —seeing them and mak- ! ing the most of them is what j takes the brains. What in the | dickens made you think of that?” “Oh—just something. I’ve got another funny question to ask, too. Will you tell me the truth?” “Maybe. Have to hear what it is first.” The girl's eyes met his directly. “Will you tell me,” Janet said slowly, “why you gave that purse we bought t.o Dolores Calahan?” A dark flush rose slowly in Jeff's cheeks. “Had to get rid of it,” he I said. “You didn’t want it.” j “Then you didn't buy it—bei cause you were in love with her?” j "In love with Dolores?" He asked. ! astonished. “Say, for Lord sake—!” The words were last in sharp laughter. “Not in a hundred thousand years! Say, that’s the craziest one yet. What’s this all about, Janet?” She wasn’t looking at him. “I just thought you were, that's all,” she said. “But why on earth—?” a tt o CHE met his eyes again. “Betty Carlyle is divorcing Rolf,” she said. “She's in Reno now. I—l thought maybe you'd like to know he asked me to go to lunch with him today. I turned him down to come here with you.” “You mean—?” Hus eyes asked the question and hers answered. There was a pause in which the rattle of china and silverware and tire steady hum of voices beat in upon them. “Listen,” Jeff said suddenly. “I don’t know if I’m going crazy or I not. There’s a lot I don’t seem to understand and I’ve got to get it straight. Come on, Janet! I want to talk to you.” “Why, Jeff—!’* “Come on,” he said. “There isn't a moment to lose.” “But we haven’t finished lunch.” His gesture was magnificent. “Lunches can wait!” he said. “This is important!” He steered her through the narrow aisle toward the door. On the sidewalk outside he signaled a cab. ‘ But where are you going?” Janet asked. "You'll see.” They stepped inside the cab. “Just head for the park,” Jeff told the driver. “And keep going.” The cab started off with a jolt. Quite naturally, Jeff's arm slipped about the girl’s waist. Quite naturally his cheek brushed the velvet softness of hers. “Janet,” he said huskily, “haven't you known you’re the only girl in the world I care about? There never has been any other. Didn't you know r it was you and nobody else but you all the time?” a tt a HER eyes were pools of happiness. "I—l thought it was Dolores,” she told him. “And I thought I loved Rolf, but I found out I didn't. I've never really loved him. It was the person I thought he was that I cared about. Rolf wasn’t like that really.” “You’re sure, dear?” ‘‘Sure!” “Oh, you darling!” His arms tightened about her. “Janet, you’re so sweet. So—so wonderful!” His lips found hers, and all ai once the world became miraculous and breathless and beautiful. The miracle of Jeff’s arms and Jeff's kisses. The miracle of the girl and the intoxicating sweetness of her. The miracle of youth and love and the two hearts beating against each other. There were kisses on her eyelids now, her cheeks, her hair. “How- soon will you marry me?” Jeff demanded. “This afternoon?” She laughed. “I've promised to stay with Mrs. Curtis until Betty comes home. It couldn't be before that.” “When is she coming?” “A week from Tuesday.” “Then that’s our wedding day! I’m only making SSO a week and we won’t have much, but we’ll get along. In another year I can get another raise. And I’m going to do everything in the world to make you happy. I’ve got SSOO in the bank—” “Five hundred dollars! Oh, Jeff, we’ll be rich!” “I will,” he said. “With you I’d be rich if I didn’t have a cent. Oh. Janet, didn’t you know- all along—?” He stopped suddenly. “There’s something I forgot,” he added. “What?” “Something important. I forgot to say: Janet, I love you. More than anything or everything in the world I love you. darling. I love you!” Her cheek was against his. She put a hand up and drew his face closer. “And I love you,” she said. "Oh, Jeff, tell me again!” He told her in a manner com- - pletely convincing. (THE END)

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But now Olga began to realize the ape was not menacing her. His whole attitude was one of attempting to explain a knotty problem. He pointed south, dragging the girl that way. His efforts became frantic as he again pointed to the boma.

—By Ahern

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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