Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 13, Indianapolis, Marion County, 26 May 1933 — Page 31

MAY 26, 1933

DARuriG Fool

nrr.iN hf.rf ton* v MONNIE QUART gmn* obio*<l *i'h ! Ml fin AVRTICE CORY r. old fr;-nd of fbr o Dar • to trv to forgo" DAN CAR- I nICtAN. I)n' paront-’i want him to | matrv wralthv SANDRA I.AWRF.NCK j who. hll* protending to be Monni'- s friend been trying to win him from i her Dan ha* been In W oming with o rartv tnclid.ng ht mot >r, rHter and Sandra When MoVile received a cool letter from Dan the derided to accept Mlm Corv lnvitation to go to Europe • t her companion Monnle does rot know that Dan Ttuhed home to see her arriving lost after he: "rain left The night before • ailing she and Mis* Corv go to theater in New York A handsome stranger offers them his car in the rain NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE (Continued! •'The boat, sails at 12 tomorrow,” murmured Miss Anstice, rehearsing their plan* for the dozenth time. *"I won't sleep a wink, I'm afraid. It must seem silly to you, at my age, but the fact is I'm terribly excited. my dear.” Oh. so am I!” cried Monnie. “It’S the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me. .1 still can't quite believe it” " That's a very nice young man,” Miss Anstice mused a moment later, touching her curls reflectively. "Who? Oh, Charles!” Monica O’Dale smiled without a trace of selfrom.ciousness. "Yes, isn't he splendid?” Now in tny day,” said Miss Anst.ce, he would have been considered quite a catch.” "Oh. but he is! All of that,” prote ted Monnie innocently. "All the mo'hers on the Hill are angling for him At least .that's what I hear." • 1 understand none of them have been very successful,” murmured! the older woman with an oblique glance "With Charles?” Monnie considered this. "Well, I don’t know. Charles is sort of well, distant. I don't,” averred Monnie, "think he cares much about girls.” "Monica O'Dare! 1 could shake J’OuK' "What for?” The girl turned a surprised look upon her companion. Miss Anstice primmed her lips, shrugging. “Never mind. Only I never heard such nonsense in my life!” a a a TT was only, Monnie reminded herself, twelve hours since they had left Belvedere. With her eyes fixed on the stage where the deepvoied, tragic-eyed girl moved so gracefully Monnie's heart beat more swiftly. All day she had been perfectly happy, looking forward to the trip, the hotel, and the excitement of the big boat. But now she was reminded of what a wrenching thing love could be. She wanted desperately to forget that, wanted to be gay. to laugh a little and play a lot. "Isn’t, it beautiful, my dear?” That was Miss Anstice, wiping her eyes. “People don't love like that any more. They don't know real romance.” "I suppose they don't.” Monnie knew she didn’t mean that. Os course, they did! Os course, they did! Manners had changed, and speech, along with the costumes. But the flaming feeling—that was the same. Coming up the aisle of the theater later behind Miss Anstice, the girl was conscious of eyes watching her. She lifted her own to encounter the bold stare of a tall man in full evening attire. He hold his top hat at a most elegant angle and stood negligently on the fringe of a smart party. The women. Monnie observed, were beautifully dressed and talked in shrill, assured voices. "How extremely rude!” Miss Anstice. taking her arm, was piloting her toward a taxi. “I think it extraordinary the way people stare in the city.” observed Miss Anstice. "That man! I didn't like the way he looked at you! Oh, that one's taken, my dear, and it’s raining. I’m afraid we are in for a wait. The last time my father and I were here, we had a most frightful time getting a taxi when it rained.” Car after car, opulent, luxurious, gleaming with chromium, deeply upholstered, slid up and was filled. Monnie noticed that the parrakeet ladies in the strange man’s party and the two rather negligible males with them, had gone on without him. The crowd thinned. Miss Anstice, wrapping her plum-colored velvet about her, chirped nervously. "I don't know whatever we shall do. my dear. That’s the worst of not having an escort. I always say a gentleman's so useful to have about—” A dorp voice said in Monnie’s ear, “I quite agree. May I offer you ladies my car to your destination?” Monnie whirled to find the tall man with the top hat before her. Before she had time, in her confusion. to say a word Miss Anstice took the sit untin in hand. "That's extremely kind,” she said briskly. "We shall be delighted.” The tall man flicked a hand in a gesture that was something like a Fascist salute, and a greyhound of a car slid from the shadows under the porte cochere. Deftly he handed the two women in. The chauffeur touched his hat. "Where to?" "The Splendobilt,” said Miss Anstice, leaning forward. "And thank you so much—" Her voice dropped. The tall man was climbing in beside them. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO AS Miss Anstice said afterward. Arthur Mackenzie, who was the tall man of the theater adventure. was "such a perfect gentleman." Miss Anstice had been a bit disturbed after she and Monica had arrived at the hotel to realize they had driven across town "with a perfect stranger." And such terrible things happened in New York! But it had been the rain, and the worry of getting her plum-colored wrap spotted which liad plunged Miss Anstice into this daring. And. after all. nothing had happened. Mr. Mackenzie, quietly assured. had told the chauffeur to drop them at the Splendobilt and take him on to a place that sounded to Monica like "The Firefly.” She

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had read only that evening in the newspaper of anew night club of that name. Cleverly, daftly Mr. Mackenzie had elicited from Miss Anstice the fact they were sailing on the morrow. Hf had smilingly wished them a pleasant voyage. Monica, sitting demurely in one comer of the huge car, had caught a flash in the man's dark eyes when Miss Anstice mentioned the name of the boat. Their first trip? But how delightful! He wished he might have the—er—the pleasure of showing Miss Corey and Miss D’Dare his favorite haunts in Paris. They would love Paris, he said, in a quiet, assured voice that seemed to brook no contradiction. The car slid under the dripping awning of the Splendobilt, and Mr. Mackenzie forestalled the action of the chauffeur in helping the ladies to alight. A tall, imposing figure in his gleaming black and white, he stood there. But it had been a real pleasure, he was assuring them. He had been charmed. He gave Monica's slim gloved hand a quick pressure. Her fingers tingled afterward. "Have you got all your things in order?” Miss Anstice was nervous. They would have to be up early, she told Monica. One of her pet horrors was the thought ol missing a train or a boat. "I shan’t sleep a wink,” she prophesied. But later, Monnie heard her deep and quiet breathing as she herself lay wide-eyed, listening to the rain on the windows. The city lay below them, an only partially somnolent beast. The hum o! traffic, of taxicabs skidding along the gleaming pavements, the hasty screech of brakes reached her ears. Why had she liked Arthur Mackenzie quickly, on sight she wondered? Was it because he reminded her of Charles? He wasn’t the least bit like him, really. Why, ho must be 40! But he was nice. There was something definitely attractive about this assured man of the world. "He’s the sort who gets what he wants, always,” thought the girl shrewdly. It must be wonderful to go about with a. man like that, to be petted, taken care of as if you were a valuable piece of porcelain. Kay would love New York, love the kind of life Monnie nad had a glimpse of tonight. Motor doors opening and shutting, rich fabrics, the scent of costly, elusive perfumes on the air. o a o FOR the first time since her decision to go with Miss Corey had taken form, Monnie was honestly glad. “Maybe I can free myself from this obsession about Dan,” she thought, dropping off. There had been days when she was certain she had conquered the wild, ungovernable anguish. But then, a chance look, a word, a quoted line of verse, would set the old pain to throbbing again. Well, she would put half a world between them, and perhaps that would help. They had an early breakfast, and were ready a full hour before the time appointed, their bags strapped and waiting. "The clerk says he’s sending up some mail,” Miss Anstice announced, turning away from the telephone. Monnie's heart gave a wild leap. A letter—the long-awaited letter might be among them! But there was only a bon voyage note from Kay and another | from Charles Eustace. She had to | throttle her disappointment. She I had been hoping against hope that Dan might send her one little line to take with her to all those strange places. "Any news?” Miss Anstice looked up from her checkbook. "No news!” Monnie smiled val- ! iantly to hide the hurt. She stood on the deck a little later, watching late comers board the ship. _ Miss Anstice was in her cabin, but she had sent Monica out 'to see the excitement.” A slim wand of a girl In a coat of hunter's green, her amber eyes starry above the collar of deep brown fur, she drew many eyes. Porters struggled with trunks on the dock, leisurely men with brief cases strolled aboard. There was one bridal party, youthful and distingushed. dressed with careless elegance, making farewells. The girl had a long, pale, aristocratic face. Ghe was wrapped austerely in black caracul topped oy a lei of silver fox. Monnie could hear her slow drawl. "My dear, we'll see you in Barritz next month. Don’t look at Ronnie—those drinks last night were poisonous—” Somehow. Monnie thought, this girl didn't fit the picture of the happy bride. She looked cool, disdainful, far from radiant. "Good morning. Miss O'Dare.” a a a wheeled, surprised to A hear her name spoken in this melee. There, watching her with an expression of faint amusement on his weatherbeaten face, was her good Samaritan of the night before, Arthur Mackenzie. "Oh. how do you do! You're seeing someone off?” He shook his head, enjoying her amazement. "No. I'm sailing. Discovered I had some urgent business in Spain and thought I might as well make this boat. It's my favorite." The girl in the silver fox glanced their way, and Mackenzie bowed to her ironically. Her glance included Monica, and she said something in a low tone to her companions. There was a soft murmur of laughter from the group. Mackenzie took Monica's arm, and she could not resent the gesture, so impersonal it was. He smiled down at her. "Let's get out of this crowd, shall i we? Where is Miss Corey?” j Monnie explained, conscious of : heightened color and of a quickened pulse. The man made small talk easily and well. His manner was perfect. (To Be Continued)

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After Tarzan left, the girl said to Roger: ‘‘l wish he had stayed. He is grim and terrible, yet I feel safer with him than any man I've ever known. He seems to dislike me—but I know he would let no harm befall me. I can not understand “Nor I,” replied Roger.

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“Our presence here is interfering with his plans. He would like to be rid of us. I imagine he rather hopes to find when he returns that we have succumbed to one of the dangers that must always confront us in this savage land. We should try to rejum to a white settlement.”

—By Ahern

OUT OUR WAY

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The girl remained silent. Roger continued: “If we can survive a day’s march. I think we can find the means to escape. My airplane must still be in the same place that I landed just before the savages captured me. They probably would not dare approach it.”

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

“We can not leave.” said the girl, “without at least thanking him. We are under too great obligation to him.” Roger looked at her in silence a moment. He began to speculate upon the truth of the aae-mans charges. He still could not believe that Pat was the enemy s spy.

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