Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 33, Indianapolis, Marion County, 19 June 1933 — Page 11

JUNE 19, 1933_

BARGAIN JSRIDE fy KATHAJMNE HAVtLAND TAYLOK • ’ nea stavtCE, rue., b -.

BEGIN HIRE TODAY BARRETT COLVIN, back In New York • Iter lour year*. finds himself much attraded by JO-year-old ELINOR STAFFORD Barrett, is 35. wealthy and ha* made a name lor himself as an archeologist. Elinor's nv.'her LIDA STAFFORD. U beautiful •no, bcau*e she •inti attention for herself, has always r ! 1 r U te; • clothes and seep in the background. l.:da schemes constantly to keep ir. the good graces of her husband's wealthy aunt. MISS ELLA SEXTON, In order to inherit a shares of the Sexton lorlinrrett's half-sister. MARCIA RADNOR t. ell a him she Is terrified for fear her husband will learn of an unfortunate episode in her pad Years before Barred shielded Marcia when a youthful flirtation ended disastrously Marcia had a son whom Barrett adopted. The bov is & vears old now ar.d his tutor. HAROLD fIEXTER. has threatened Marcia with blackmail She declares that If her husband learns the truth he will never forgive her. ~ Hnrrett goes to visit 9-vear-old GERALD his ward. He has decided to dlar e the tu'or and find anew home for the bov He calls on Mini Ella Sext'f •• : o tells him she ran not decide D whom to lea\e her money. Barren r e # .;'e* to advise her. As. he is leaving y ee'.s Lida Stafford. Elinor's mother. She suspect £ hi* Interest in Elinor and df. : ii’.ne- to put a stop to it. r gee. on to meet VANCE CARTER who Is in love with her. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER SEVEN YANCE went on smoothly, "Carra and Hal Woodbridge want you o go down with them to Miami for a .week or so. They spoke of it last night You will, won’t you? Then I’ll come later.” "I don’t know—Vance.” Lida Stafford said the words hesitantly, her ryes averted. “Please, dearest.” Lida protracted the moment, although she knew she would go if Carra and Hal went down in their plane, ‘ La Paloma." A waitress, wearing a black dress, rather worn and in need of pressing stood by the table, pencil tapping on her pad, waiting to take their order. Vance had completely forgotten that they were to have tea. He exclaimed, “Oh—l see—what do you want, Lida?” The waitress sniffed at this drawled comment. “Well, how about thin, dry toast and guava jolly?” “We haven’t any guava jelly,” the waitress put in W’earily. ■ Oh—!” Vance scanned the card again, heavily lidded eyes moving swiftly up and down. His emotional starvation was taking from him any ability to deal with foods. All this was distasteful to Vance. And yet—Lida was beside him, his arm ever so lightly touching hers. Vance set teeth on his lower lip. a a a A LITTLE later, the order was given and the waitress, on twisted high heels, made her way toward the kitchen. Lida had deliberately asked for every variety of tea that she knew she would not find in the place, enjoying the waitress’ discomfiture. “Sorry it's such a loathesome mess,” Vance said as the waitress returned and put the food down before them. Again the girl sniffed, plainly indicating her disapproval. “Lida,” Vance went on, “about this Miami trip—l don’t want to nag but you will, won’t you?” “I don’t know, Vance!” ‘‘Please, dearest!” ‘‘But you see, Vance —” “Darling, I'd have some chance to see you there! I can't stand much more of this sort of thing. I mean it!” Bessie Thrope who had come puffing into the tea room with a string bag full of purchases, including tooth paste, hard water soap, a bag of carameLs, handkerchiefs for Jim and a 10-cent vase for the dining room, settled herself at a table and looked around. She was glad she had come in, although she knew she shouldn't spend even the few pennies her refreshment would cost. She was going to be short again at the end of the month. And she simply couldn’t ask Aunt Ella to help her out again. Aunt Ella had a fixed idea that Bessie didn’t manage well. She scanned the menu, then looked across the room to see her cousin, Lida Stafford, with “that Carter man.”

7TBODE er BRUCS CATTON

"TJEHIND THESE WALLS.” by O James R. Winning, is the most terrible and shocking book of the year. The author recently finished serving a term in a state penitentiary, and in this book he tells what life in that prison was like. And if onetenth of his statements of fact are true, that prison ought to have a house cleaning that mould echo from one end of the cmjlKry to rhe other. He shows us that is antiquated, overcrowded, so insanitary that an ordinary human would not confine an animal in it. He tells of tortures that would have made a Spanish inquisitor envious. He tells of cold blooded murders committed on defenseless convicts by prison guards. He asserts flatly that the incredible, sickening brutality which he describes exists with the knowledge and consent of the prison warden. He doesn't name his prison. But he does describe a fire which swept one cell-block and killed 300 convicts—who. he says, could have been saved if the authorities had been half-way prompt in unlocking their cells—and it isn’t hard to guess what prison he is talking about. I can not think of one reason why the state involved can fail to hold a sweeping legislative investigation into the charges made by Mr. Winning. The prison he describes is an obscene nightmare of a place; the state must either disprove his indictment from beginning to end, or act on it—and act drastically. ‘ Behind These Walls” is published by Macmillan S2.

EVEN BITTER j

BESSIE, usually so gentle, hated Lida for her slender elegance and her scorn of the things Bessie felt every woman should do to help her husband get along. No wonder Bentwell drank! Bessie decided to move so that Lida and her escort would not see her. Aunt Ella ought to know about this but to gain by tale-bearing was so unspeakably low! She stooped wearily to pick up the string bag and moved. No, Lida had not seen her. Bessie knew Lida had told Aunt Ella about Bessie’s throwing away the mushrooms that had been half gone when delivered. Lida had followed Bessie to her kitchen, raising her beautifully arched brows after a look at Maggie. Maggie never did look quite neat. And the next time at Aunt Ella’s Bessie heard, “Mushrooms for a large family, Bessie, are a very expensive form of food. The idea of throwing them out, quite frankly, amazes me!” Meantime, in another part of the city, Barrett Colvin had returned home from Miss Ella Sexton’s to telephone to Marcia. “I have only a few moments to talk,” Marcia said with nervous haste. “I don't know when Dick will come in. I didn't go to meet him. I’ve felt miserable all day. Barry—?” “Yes, dear?” “That Dexter person called again!” “For what purpose?” Barrett almost barked the question. “I don't know. I wasn't here. He left his card and wrote on it—wait, I have it here somewhere. Here it is. Barry—” “Yes, dear.” “He wrote, ‘I have a matter of impoirtance to discuss with you. I will come back and wish to see you.’ I thought, Barry, that if you knew where he was you could talk to him. Do you know where he is?” “I don’t,’’ Barrett admitted, “but you mustn’t worry. I'll find him somewhere and, Marcia, don’t have him admitted again. Tell him to come and see me.” “Oh, thank you, darling!” “Never mind about that. I hope you'll feel better soon.” “I will—l do already! All this has worried me so.” “But you’re not to tvorry*” he told her grimly. a a a T TE left the telephone to stride down the floor, smoking determinedly. When he had a chance to deal with young Dexter he would end this persecution of Marcia. It was outrageous! Dick Radnor. Earrett thought, was the sort who could care deeply enough to forgive a lot. He had seen Dick to chat with him for a short half hour in Dick’s office. On the other hand, he knew Dick’s family and their reputation for almost brutal honesty. And what had Lida Stafford meant by saying that her daughter, Elinor, liked the wrong sort of young men? He would have been willing to wager his last cent on the girl. Barrett wished Elinor’s mother hadn’t said that. The whole day had been a succession of irritations. “You're dining in, sir?” Higgins asked from the doorway after his usual hesitant cough. Os course he was dining in, Barrett realized, but the thought for some reason was irksome. He has a quick flash of Elinor Stafford's face and knew that if he could he would have hurried eagerly to fetch her and settle her across a table from him. What could her mother have meant by saying Elinor was fond of the wTong sort of young men? The thought bothered him more and more. “Yes. Higgins,” Barrett answered wearily, “I'm dining in—” (To Be Continued) IT’S NOT A JOKE. BUT IT RHYMES WITH ONE ‘Bettor Beer and Wider Sidewalks’ Coming True in Indiana. That old gag about the candidate who stood on a one plank platform consisting of “better beer and wider sidewalks” has been translated into a modern version under the present state administration. Having brought back beer and voted to repeal the eighteenth amendment, the administration has decided to widen principal highways of the state. Announcement of the widening programs was made by Chairman James D. Adams of the state highway commission the week after repeal was voted. He said it is part of the public works program and adopted for jobs and not jokes.

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FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS

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TAKZAN THE UNTAMED

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He turned toward the Jungle. At its edge he paused; a great tree loomed directly ahead. As though moved by a sudden, Irresistible impulse, he leaped Into the branches and swung himself to the topmost limbs. There, a sigh heaved his broad f chest. %

—By Ahern

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For in the far eastern horizon, his keen eyes picked up the British plane bearing aveay from him the last of his race and kind that he expected ever again to see. A few seconds he watched it speeding evenly eastward, when to his horror, he saw the speck dive suddenly downward. ,

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

The fall seemed interminable to the watener and he realized hove great must have been the plane's altitude before the drop commenced. Just before it disappeared from sight its downward momentum appeared to abate suddenly. But it was still moving rapidly at a sharp angle when U finally disappeared from view.

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