Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 299, Indianapolis, Marion County, 25 April 1933 — Page 15

APRIL 25, 1033

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BEfilX HERE TODAY MONICA ODARF 50 and beautiful, Is in love with DAN CARDIGAN, on? of the town* rich voun* men At a local dancing place where she has gone with i meet* her friend, SANDRA I'AWRKNCF, with a handsome and mysterious newcomer. CHARLES EUSTACE SANDRA immediately take* charge of Dan NOW no ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER FOUR (Con.) "Quite all right.” Charles Eustace's deep voice reassured her. ‘‘l wasn't on the right side of the road, either.” They laughed together, and Monnie's heart lightened. It was good to laugh with someone. She hadn't for days. “Mind if I turn about and go your way?” Eustace wanted to know. “I'm Just barging about for exercise.” How tall he was and. yes—how distinguished looking! It was odd she didn't think him better looking than Dan, but she didn't. He was nice. Another girl, fancy free, might have found him much more than that, but at the moment Monnie's heart., was wholly engaged. She was Insulated against the charms of every man in the world except Dan Cardigan. ‘‘l've been wondering why I didn’t see you around town,” Eustace began, suiting his long step to hers. a a a ■JI/fTINNIE smiled. ‘l've been here. All this time.” She could catch the scent of good leather and Virginia tobacco as he opened a pouch and stuffed his pipe. She stopped to watch him do it. Funny—she liked a rnan to smoke R pipe. Dan always smoked cigarets. One after another. Nervously. She shook herself. What a fool she was- always harking back to Dan! The man glanced down at her shrewdly. “You are looking rather pale,” he observed. “Are they working you too hard?” Monnie shook hrr head. “It’s—spring—I guess. Maybe I need a change.” ‘This is a grand town to see spring in,” said Charles Eustace. ‘‘This time last year—” He stopped abruptly. Monnie looked up at him innocently to discover he was very white. She had a sensation of keen distress. ‘‘Never mind,” he finished briefly. “I was in France. It was beautiful there, but this is more peaceful. One can—can be at home here.” There was, obviously, something too painful for him to speak about. The two walked on in companionable silence. ‘‘l say,” he went on after a few moments, “I’ve been wondering if I couldn't persuade you to come up to my place for dinner one night soon. Perhaps your mother—and that young sister of yours. I’d ask a few other people. We could have a sort of picnic. My boy, Kong, Is a wizard at fried chicken.” “That would be lovely,” Monnie said. “We'd like to come." “Would you really?” There was something very boyish in the way he asked, that. “Os course.” She could smile at this man, be friendly and gracious with him, because she wasn't in love with him. Oh, how stupid was love! It made you stiff and awkward and unsure of yourself. Splendid” How about Thursday next, then?” She said Thursday would be fine. He would pick them up. About fi :30. Monnie felt definitely cheered. That was something to look forward to, at any rate. Life had been so dull lately. And mother would love it. tt * * SHE ran in, full of her adventure. "Mother, where are you? Where's everybody?” Siience greeted her. The kitchen was silent, full of noonday sun, dancing on the cups and saucers. The stove was unlighted. “Mother!” Monnie ran upstairs, catching her foot for the thousandth time on the 6tairs. But there was no one in the shabby front bedroom with the looped TTinDK <zrm BY BRUC& CATION UNLESS your knowledge is more extensive than that of your reviewer, the name of Cabeza de Vaca means absolutely nothing to you. But it seems that he was a man worth knowing. He was a valiant conquistador of old Spain, he was the first man to cross the North American continent from Atlantic to Pacific, and his life story makes one of the grandest adventure tales in existence. Morris Bishop tells that story in •‘The Odyssey of Cabeza de Vaca.” De Vaca came to the new world, as the others did. to find gold. He was executive officer for Narvaez on a trip into Florida, where a golden city was reputed to be hidden in the wilderness. The explorers found no gold, and the expedition dissolved. A handful of survivors, including de Vaca, crept along the seacoast all the way to the present site of Galveston, Texas. There they were captured by Indians; and after many years of hardships, de Vaca and two companions tramped across Mexico to the Pacific, reached a Spanish settlement and got back to civilization. All in all. their trip was one of the most astounding in all history. De Vaca fell on evil days, after that. He led an expedition to South America, founded the city of Asuncion, sought gold in the terrible Gran Chaco; but he had the quaint notion that the Indians ought to be treated with decent kindliness, and his turbulent followers deposed him, sent him back to Spain in chains, and caused him to end his days in poverty and disgrace. Published by the Century Cos., “The Odyssey of Cabeza de Vaca” Is priced at $3.

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,white curtains, so carefully darned. Her mother': bed, immaculately white, her dresser neat and tidy, all 'silently testified to the late occupancy of the owner. Monnie grev. frightened. Perhaps | mother had uecome ill, had fainted jin the bathroom! With fast beatj ing heart she turned the knob. But that, too, was silent, empty. It was not like mother to go off j without leaving some word. What |on earth could have happened? With a feeling of nervousness, Monnie put the kettle on to boil, measured tea into the cracked blue-and-white pot and sliced some bread for toast. She had to be back at the store within the hour. These preparations begun, she hurried to the phone. She would call Bill at the garage. He might be able to solve the mystery. “Hello! May I speak to Bill, please?” Mr. Harnett’s voice, rumbling, intimidating, answered. “Bill? Bill's j not here.” Hf>r heart began to race faster. ' “When will he be back, do you ! know?” The voice sounded, sardonic now. j ‘‘Couldn’t say, I’m sure.” Desperately, Monnie said, “Mr. i Harnett, this is Bill’s sister —Monica ! O'Dare. Is anything wrong?” There was an instant’s pause long enough for Monnie to hear, separately and distinctly, the hissing of the kettle, the ticking of the j clock, and the thump-thump-thump j of her own unruly heart. Then the man at the other end of the wire said with infinite delibjeration; “Wrong enough, miss. > There’s been some trouble here and Bill’s gone along to the station with j Officer Garvan.” “Trouble?” She almost screamed the word. “What sort of trouble?” But the wire clicked. The connection was broken. She put the receiver back on the hook and went back to the kitchen. She stared for an instant at the steaming kettle before reaching to turn off the gas. She detached the toaster, noticing dully that the two thin slices she had cut were smoldering blackly behind the wires. Then she put on her hat and wandered out into the street. She hadn’t the least idea where she was going or what she was to do. Except that Bill was in trouble and her mother, wherever she was, needed her. n, tt n THE police station. Monnie had never been inside It before, in all her life, in Belvedere, and her heart quailed now at the prospect of entering Its dour portals. She squared her shoulders and marched in. There was a big, blue-coated man at the oaken desk Just inside the door. He lifted an inquiring eyebrow at her. "Is—is Officer Garvan In?** "No, ma’am.” She knew most of the policemen in Belvedere by sight, but this man was a stranger to her. I’m Monica O'Dare. Some one—l mean I w r as told I would find my brother here—” She knew her face was blazing and she could hardly speak above a whisper. “Oh, them!” The man jerked his thumb in the direction of a door just behind him. “You can go in there if you want? to see the young feller." Somehow her lagging feet carried her across the room, somehow her fingers turned the knob. She braced herself for the ordeal. Just inside, Bill sat, looking dark and angry. Three men were w r ith him, talking and gesticulating. And Monnie’s mother, twisting her handkerchief. At the sight of the latter, Monnie’s own terror took wings. What was she for, if not to bring her mother strength and courage? Whatever had happened, her mother was not to suffer. Monnie made her step firm and her voice cheerful. “What’s happened?” she asked in a clear voice. The biggest man, the one with the loud voice, turned to stare at her. “Matter enough!” he announced belligerently. “This young man’s under arrest. Who are you?” CHAPTER FIVE SOMETHING in the policeman’s tone stiffened Monica’s trembling backbone. She actually managed to laugh. “Bill arrested?” she echoed. “But that’s absurd.” Bils dark frown relaxed the merest trifle and Monnie had the satisfaction of seeing her mother straighten, look about her bravely. Aburd—of course it was absurd. Bill O'Dare under arrest! Why, he'd lived in Belvedere all his 22 years. He was honest as the day was long! Everybody knew that. The big man who dominated the little scene found speech. He glowed at Monnie. “Absurd, is it?” he bellowed. “And who, may I ask, are you?” “I’m his sister,” Monica said, bringing the full battery of her flashing amber eyes to rest upon him. “Would you mind telling me what this is all about?” Several people began to talk ai once.. The big man silenced them. “Maybe you don’t know,” he began truculently, "that there’s been a robbery down at the gas station—an’ a big one. Maybe you don’t know this young feller let them get away. Maybe you don’t know we have positive evidence he connived with them pay roll thieves—” The veins in Bill’s forehead were swollen painfully. His scornful blue i eyes flashed defiance. Was it fear that lurked behind those blue eyes? | No. Monnie would not entertain that j thought for a single minute! “What evidence?” she demanded, staunchly. i “He was seen at Black Tree inn . with the lot of them last night,” said the big man, enjoying the drama of this announcement. “He knew them. He was in on it. He left there early, and he won’t say where he went and who he was with. Guess that sounds guilty, don’t it?” (To Be Continued)

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THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES

The warriors were circling now. Presently Numabo would draw first blood with his sharp spear. This would be the signal for the beginning; of the torture. After that the fires would be lighted around the victims’ feet.

—By Ahern

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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