Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 300, Indianapolis, Marion County, 26 April 1933 — Page 13

APRIL 26, 1933.

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*KOrN HERE TOIMY MONICA O'DARE beautiful. poor and Jn love with DAN CARDIGAN who bein' I** 1 ** *° one of Belvedere * rich fatn* lilet. Monica work- to help support her MOTHER, her vounger sister KAY nd brother. MARK When BILL, an older brother, la arrested at the garage where he work*. Monwr goes to his aid. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER FiveT'Continued) fill] said thickly, fiercely, “That's a lie!” “It’s not a He you were drinkin’ with the lot of them at the inn?” “No.’ The monosyllable was Wrenched from Bill. ‘‘No, but—” The big man cut him off abruptly. “None of your buts, young feller.” “I didn't know them. They just sat down at my table,” Bill flung across at him. “I swear I didn't know—” His eyes found his mother’s haggard face, implored her to believe him. “Then, when they drove up, brave as you please, at 11 o’clock, didn't you fill up their gas tanks and pass the time o' day with them as happy as you please':*'’ went on the big man. “When they says ‘hands up,” didn’t you let them get away with it? Don't tell me you aren’t part and parcel of the gang!” Monnie said in a low, clear voice, ‘'Don’t worry, Bill. We believe you. We'll get a lawyer.” But Bill had been at Black Tree Inn. That alone counted agaiast him. Her heart was pounding painfully. No matter what he had done, the O’Dares would stand by aim. But how dreadful it all was. The tag end of a verse she had alw’ays loved came info her mind just then. “The men of my own stock, Bitter bad thej may be; But at least they hear the things I hear. They see the things I see—” Bill looked oddly like their dead father at this moment. Daddy, the most honest man who’d ever lived. No, Bill O’Dare wasn’t—couldn't be a thief. There must be a way out of this nightmare and Monnie would have to find it. tt tt tt OF all the townsfolk she could think of only one friend to appeal to. Judge Cory, Miss Anstice’s father. He had been her grandfather’s partner in the law firm of Kerrigan <fe Cory. She found the judge in his dusty office above the First National Bank.. Trembling, she told him her story. The old man looked at her shrewdly out of rheumy blue eyes. “I’ll go down to see him. Don’t you worry. Did they say anything about furnishing bail?” Monnie threw out her hands. “We haven’t any money, Judge. I didn’t dare ask about it even.” “No. No, I s’pose not.’’ He contemplated the problem, stroking his white beard. “There isn’t any one, I suppose ” Monnie flushed. She knew what he must be thinking. Every one in town supposed her to be engaged to Dan Cardigan. Wouldn’t the Cardigans help her out—that was w T hat Judge Cory meant. “No one,” she said with decision. What the proud Cardigans would think when they heard that Bill O’Dare was in jail she did not dare to consider. It was Bill she had to light for now. “I’ll go right down and see the boy.” The old man stood up, reaching for his battered panama. “I’ll do the best I can.” She had to be content with thit. | a u tt SOMEHOW she managed a smile for her mother, waiting downstairs. “He’s going right over. Don’t worry. I’m sure everything's going to be all right.” “Monnie, I’m sorry,” the older woman said in a low voice, “but I’m not feeling very well —” She swayed against the girl, her face lighted with a deadly pallor. Monnie felt the world swimming around her for one dreadful moment. Then she heard a friendly voice. Charles Eustace’s. • “Lot> me carry her to the car, Miss O’Dare.'’ She saw him swing the slight figure of her mother over the running board. As in a dream, she followed him. “That’s right. You hold her head

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against your shoulder. She’s just a bit faint. Well stop by my uncle’s office and get her something.” The car fie v.along. Monnie was conscious of curious faces along the way. How he had found her—how l he had known where she was to be ! found or what the trouble was, she didn't even bother to consider. She was grateful from the bottom jof her heart. She felt, in a very ; passion of gratitude, that nothing she might ever do would repay this j man for his kindness. At last, they were at home. Mrs. O'Dare, declaring herself able to walk now, had been assisted Into the house, had willingly accepted the medicine Dr. Waterman had prescribed lor her, and agteed to lie down for a short time. Monnie went back into the living room where she found Charles Eustace, very big and masculine, among the ferns and looped curtains of her mother’s domain. “I don’t know how to thank you. I suppose you’ve heard what fearful difficulties we’re in.” If she said any more, she was certain to cry. And she must not do that. She must keep her head at any cost. “I did. I'm frightfully sorry. Can I help?” “You have already. Judge Cory is going down there.” She ran her fingers nervously through her bronze curls. “You must believe my brother’s innocent, Mr. Eustace. He couldn't have done this thing. It’s not in him—l mean he simply couldn’t!” Her eyes challenged him. “I’m sure of it. Look here, I'll run down to see him—l haven’t another thing to do. I’ll stop by and let vou know what I’ve found out. May I?” How kind he was! And she had only known him a few days. There was Dan who was supposed to be in love with her and Dan hadn't telephoned—hadn’t rushed to her side. She gave him her hand. “I will thank you all my days.” He smiled at her. “It’s nothing.” tt a a ALONE, she paced the floor. What would this mean to all of them? They had been poor, they had been shabby, but no one ever had been able to point a finger of scorn at them. What would Kay say, who was so lovely and so proud? She glanced fearfully at the clock. Kay was due home from school at any moment. Someone might call to her on the street, might terrify her. “Ya-aah, your brother's in jail!” And Mark, mischievous, friendly and loyal. Poor Mark! Os herself Monnie would not think. Os what it meant to her and her hopes. She never knew, later, how she got through that dreadful afternoon. She had telephoned the store to say she wouldn't be able to come back that day. She made her mother drink some strong, hot tea. She kept up her pose of unfiawed cheerfulness. When Kay and Mark came in, she drew them aside and told them the story as kindly as she could. Kay’s reaction was typical. “But Monnie, that's rotten for us.” Her pale face blazed. “I'm going to get out of this town. I’m sick of it anyway. This—this’ll finish us.” Sternly, the older sister reminded her, “Don’t you care at all what hoppens to bill?” “Oh, Bill” There was a world of contempt in the girl’s voice. “I knew something like this’d happen with that crowd he’s been running with.” Something in her tone arrested Monnie. It wasn’t just Kay’s ordinary threatening voice. “What crowd?” Key shrugged. Oh. if you didn’t keep yourself buried like an ostrich, you'd know. That cheap crowd from the Center—that candy-shop girl—married, too ” Monnle’s heart gave a great leap. This was worseand worse. “You mean Bill’s been running around with a married woman?” “Os course, he has. Everybody knows it.” “Don’t let mother hear you,” warned Monnie with a glance at the stairs. “You stay here. I’ve got an important errand to do ” She snatched her hat from the hall stand and ron out. She must find Charles Eustace. This woman, whoever she was, must be the clew to Bill’s innocence. Bill must be shielding her. That was why he wouldn't tell more about the night at Black Tree Inn. But maybe the woman would talk—and save Bill from disgrace. CHAPTER SIX BILL said, “I’m not blabbing, see?” He said, “She’s just a girl, I know. She’s all right. Sure, she's got a husband. What does that matter? She’s just a friend of mine—” Bill, blustering beneath his fright. Bill, pale and big-eyed. Monnie touched his hand. “I know. But it will help—lots—if you can prove you weren't with that crowd last night.” Bill set his jaw stubbornly. “I’m not dragging any girl into this. Don’t you worry. It’ll all come out right. They’re crazy, all of them. They know I had nothing to do with it.” Monnie stifled her exasperation. She must make him see what it meant to all of them! “All right then,’’ she said steadily. “You don't care what happens to mother?” She had made a dent in his armor—she could see that. “Don’t talk foolish.” Bill commanded her sternly. “You know I do.” “Mother’s sick,” Monnie told him. “She's hardly able to sit up, she’s so worried. She won’t eat. Dr. Waterman has given her some sleeping medicine —” Bill stared straight ahead. Monnie sat there, despairing, as Charles Eustace, detached and friendly, smoked his pipe and paced up and down. (To Be Continued)

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TARZAN THE UNTAMED

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THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES

Numabo and his warriors broke quickly from the circle of their dance to see, pushing toward them through the ranks of their screaming and terrified people,,the very white girl who had escaj? i them a few nights before.

—By Ahern

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—By Ed.ear Rice Burroughs

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