Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 302, Indianapolis, Marion County, 28 April 1933 — Page 23

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begin here today MOJOEIE O' DARE who worki in a nnisr store In BeSvedere. n sma;: town. Ir'ips 1.0 support her MOTHER her younger sister KAY. and her brother MARK. She goes to the aid of her eider brother BILE wromtfillv arrested JJJ * garage holdup, and CHARLES EUSTACE handsome newacomrr in town, becomes her friend DAN CARDIGAN. who ears he Is in love with Monhie. neglects her and Monnic belletea ; SANDRA LAWRENCE a rich Riri who has pretended to be her friend, is trying Jo get Dan awav from her Monnie learns Bill plans to marry ANGIE GILLEN a cheap good-na' red <ort of g.ri. • soon as Angle gets her divorce Dan stops m to see Mor.nle a*, the store, but she Is cool to him. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER SEVEN (Continued) "Haven't seen you In ages,” he told her lightly. Monnic said. "No. Dan.” "I've been out of town,” Dan went on with importance. “Dad had some business in Chicago I had to ’tend to.” He lowered his voice and it took on the caressing note Monnie knew. “Missed you, sugar, he said It wasn’t much, but from Dan this meant a lot. She tried not to be elated, but she was. Dan had missed her—-he was telling her so. Why, it made everything different, made the. shop, the street, the whole town, come suddenly alive. She straightened a case of powder boxes with capable fingers and smiled at, him. "Nice of you to say •hat, Danny. I’ve been frightfully busy ” Just so he wouldn’t think she’d been sitting at home waiting for him, that was. Well, it was true, too. She had been busy. He ordered some cigarets and paid for them. Somehow' during the transaction he managed to get possession of one slim hand. "Monnie, honestly, didn't you even know I'd been away?” She glanced around nervously, glad there was no one in the store except Mr. Vernon himself, busy at the soda fountain. "Ive been rushed, Dan. Didn’t you”—her voice grew serious—"din't you hear about that difficutly of Bill’s?” a tt tt THERE, it was out. She had brazenly dragged it into the open, giving Dan no opportunity to ignore it. He frowned and muttered uneasily, "I did hear some gab about it ’round town last night.” "Bill is bark at work,” Monnie said coolly. "Mr. Harnett was glad to have him. It all blew over." "Well, that's tine,” Dan said heartily. "I'm mightly glad.” He was still prisoning her fingers determinedly in his. "Monnie, I just wanted to tell you—” His voice was low' and confidential, and in spite of all her pride and resentment her traitorous heart responded to it. But she was not to know, that day at any rate, what Dan wanted to say to her, because at that moment, an imperious young person in the coldest and freshest of summer White, bore down upon them. “Dan, don’t you know Mother’s waiting? You said you'd be only a moment.” It was his sister, Geraldine. Geraldine's bright eyes flicked Monnie’s face for a moment. She was cool, distant, self-possessed. "Oh. how d'ye do-” Monnie acknohvelged the salute with a slight bow. You never would have suspected that before the days of the O’Dares’ changed fortunes these two had linked arms together at juvenile dancing classes. Geraldine chose to ignore Monica O’Dare nowadays, because Monnie clerked in a drug store and had only one new dress a year. “Sandra will be waiting,”- Dan’s sister continued. “She said to be there at 1, and you're not even dressed —” Dan relapsed into his old defensively sullen air and followed her out of the store. Not before he had said, very low', “I’ll be seeing you soon, Monnie.” She raged in her heart. So that was the way of it! He hadn't the courage to face his family with the fact, that he loved her. He expected her to be content with scraps of comfort, with whispered words now and then. Well, he was mistaken! There was a pain in her chest just the same, a stricken sense of having been cheated. Sandra would see him at lunch. They would laugh and chat about nothing at all. And Sandra didn't care in the least about him—or did she? This was a thought Monnie had been pushing into the back of her mind for weeks now. Oh, it was folly it was utter madness! Sandra knew men in every quarter of the globe. Why should she fix her attentions on Dan Cardigan? Just because she, Monnie, thought him the handsomest, most devastating male in the United States was no reason every other woman should regard him in the same way. Several customers came in after that, and she had to hurry, smile and be agreeable. It helped, she thought, to be what people knew as “a poor working girl.” You couldn't sit around with your mind on your troubles. And she was, really, the mainstay of the family. She got $lB a week. That, with tire tiny income left by her father and with what Bill contributed, kept them going. if only—she thought for the thousamdin time—if only Mark were older. It would be five years, at least, until he could fend "for himself. And Kay, so pretty, so alluring—Monnie would have to see that things went right for Kay. 8 8 8 SOMETIMES she felt like an animal in a cage—trapped—desperate. She could not get out! She would have to stay just where she was. to be tormented and snubbed. She would not be free until Mark and Kay were able to look alter themselves. By that time, thought Monnie drearily, she would be old. Old at 25! Oh. if only (she thought, wildly and frantically) she could get away to New York—be in a chorus, do clothes-modeling—anything! She could see herself, sauve and

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sophisticated, wearing the most beautiful clothes, going to the theater, being popular and mysterious. She and her mother could have an apartment. Presently, some splendid man—a captain of industry, for choice—would come along. He would be older—3B or 40—he would have his faith in womankind restored by her. They would have a quiet wedding and go abroad on a honeymoon. “Wake up, Monnie!” It was Mr. Vernon's good-natured voice.. ’’Daydreamin'?'’ She flushed and stammered, “Guess I was.” “Well, Mrs. Burke wants an ounce of senna leaves.” He shuffled away, his spectacles pushed high on his forehead. He was a kindly, middle-aged man, Mr. Vernon. Belvedere referred to him as "an old bach.” Monnie had no idea of his age, but roughly put it at 50. He was unfailingly kind to her and in return she gave him the best service she knew how to give. She had never known how to thank him for letting her have this job. She filled Mrs. Burke’s order, observing that Donny, the boy who attended the soda counter, had his hands full. The high school boys and girls often came as far as Vernon's for their ham sandwiches and chocolate malted milks. No need to look for Kay. Kay “took” her lunch, hiding it, longing to join the gay ranks thronging to the “hot dog” wagon across the way. But it would have been too severe a drain on the family purse to let Kay buy her lunch every day. Monnie sighed again at the recollection of this one last restriction the □ Dares were subject to. Oh, it was difficult to be poor, and no mistake about it! n tt tt PRESENTLY, she was free to leave for her own mid-day meal. She washed her hands at the little basin hidden by a screen in the back room. Mr. Vernon already had snatched a bite at the counter, during the lull. She glanced at herself in the cracked mirror over the bowl. She looked, she thought, pale and dragged. No wonder Dan preferred Sandra’s company to hers, Sandra always was gay and witty and well dressed, rosy with sun-tan gained on the links and the tennis court. A sort of spiritual nausea sw’ept over Monnie with this wave of selfpity. “I hate all this,” she cried rebelliously in her soul. “I must find a way out.” All the way home the thought persisted. People said often that if you wanted a thing—long enough and hard enough—you got it. Well, she would try wanting. She made a wish, like the heroine of half a hundred fairy tales, for happiness. “I don’t care how I get it or when.” she murmured. “But I want to be happy before I'm old.” By happiness she meant, in the way of the young, pretty frocks, someone to admire her, excitement. Most of all, she declared freedom from this love bondage which had been like an illness since she first laid eyes on Dan Cardigan. But try as she might she could not banish anger from her heart anger and a sense of betrayal for Sandra and Lawrence. Sandra pretended to be her friend. Sandra knew how she felt about Dan, and yet seemed to be doing all she could to undermine Monnie with him. “She says she doesn’t care a thing about him,” Monnie reminded herself. “I winder!” “What’s the matter, daughter? You don’t seem to have any appetite?” Her mother, sitting opposite her at. the dining room table, eyed her anxiously. Monnie roused herself to smile. "It’s pretty hot. I guess that’s it.” “I'll have cold things for supper,” Mrs. O'Dare said. “Just a salad and some cold meat and ” The shrilliing of the telephone interrupted her. “I'll take that, Monnie. You finish your lunch.” She was back in an instant, her pale face a trifle flushed. “Monnie, someone for you. It’s Mr.- it's Dan Cardigan.” CHAPTER EIGHT MONNIE made herself proud and cool, answering him. “Yes?” she said. Dan's voice over the wire sounded hurried, vague embarrassed. “Monnie, listen. I was in such a rush today. I wanted to Talk to you. but you know how mother is. She won’t wait ” He paused, evidently waiting for encouragement. Monnie felt anew scorn which somehow buoyed her up, and she did not help him out. After a few seconds he went on eagerly. “Ho wabout tonight? We could drive out some place. It's hotter than the hinges out here at the club, but it will cool off by 7. We could take a picnic basket, go out on the River road ” Every pulse in the girl's slim young body was hammering. Every nerve urged her to accept the invitation. But pride held her back. Coolv she said, “I'm sorry, but I have another engagement.” It cost her a great deal to say that. It was not true. She had nothing on earth to do that evening, but it was time Dan Cardigan was taught a lesson. Time he knew that he could not have Monica O’Dare's company for the mere snapping of his fingers "Oh. I see.” Dan sounded flat, crestfallen. Monnie exulted in her triumph. But, after she had hung up the receiver, after she had gone quietly back to finish her luncheon, she felt a little reaction. "What did he want?” Mrs. O'Dare asked nervously. Her policy in all her children’s affairs was one of “hands off’ ’whenever possible. But she could not help noticing the change that had come over Monnie since Dan. Cardigan’s return. (To Be Continued)

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TARZAN THE UNTAMED

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The girl had freed the young Englishman, and with the remaining apes, they retreated slowly toward the gates, the aviator arming himself with a discarded spear. Numabo was unable to rally his warriors, so that rescued and rescuers could .pass, .♦,*,

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