Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 121, Indianapolis, Marion County, 29 September 1933 — Page 31

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ur.iN Hmr, todat 808 WKSTON ton of ■ millionaire ■nd JOAN WAKING t M*rr.nhi*. ir.. •re attracted to etch other on the train *t route to M*mph!i Joan hat left collect before emanation to attltt her jamilT in a financial emrcencr. Bob * cominc to Memphis in connection with construction of a southern branch of hi* father - * mill* Bob •peak* to Joan hut thinking he I* starting a flirtation she rebuff* him Me note* the int’ial*. 1 W ' on her traveling case and at the station hear* member* of her famtiv call her ‘ Joan " He lose* sight of her but tells a friend. pUXE TURNER that he 1* determined to find her NOW C.O ON WITH THE STOET CHAPTER ONE 'Continued! But most afternoons and evenings he could be found at the Waring home. Dick wax a staid senior when Joan entered Central high, but not too dignified and important to carry her books again, to watch her progress proudly and guard her at football games from encroaching masculine glances. Throughout the two years at Miss Barrington's it had been the same. It would be nice to see Dick again Dear, devoted Dick! But it would not be especially exciting. There was nothing really very exciting about Dick. a a a JOAN stirred, stretched slim. strong arms over her head and , then bounded into a sitting posi- j tion. Gracious, it must be 7 o'clock! The next moment she was snuggling under the comfort luxuriously, j Easy to forget she wasn't at Hoi- | brook Hall with an early morning pupil to coach. Easy to forget she was at home. Tomorrow it would seem less strange, perhaps, to be away from all the excitement— j the rush of things that were some- j how so ordered, and to be back home settling into old grooves i again. Everything was so exactly the same here at home. The mahogany desk stood In the same corner, less orderly than it should be, with PatJs writing materials scattered over it and stacks of old letters exposed. The chiffonier which Joan and Pat had shared since they were little children was outlined In the half gloom. The square bulk of the cedar chest was in its familiar place under the window, piled with bright cretonne cushions and some more frivolous ones of lace and organdy. In summer, the chest was filled with winter articles, and in winter It held summer clothes. Always when it was opened it gave out a fresh, pungent scent of cedar which was pleasant. The rug had been old when she left for Holbrook Hall. It was three years older now. More than once she and Pat had studied its waning possibilities as a floor covering and moved furniture to hide worn i places Joan was suddenly swept by remorse as she remembered how carelessly she had accepted the luxurious life at Holbrook Hall, the charming suite with its dainty bath and shower that she had shared with Ellen and Eileen Bronson, the rich twins from Jersey City. Things must have been hard here at home. Everything was shabbier, or perhaps It was just because she had grown accustomed to luxuries. So exactly here, even the closet door wide open with Pat s clothes revealed in colorful disorder. Many of Pat s dresses were hanging from hooks. The old ones would be hanging from hooks. How easily Pat tired of her clothes! Joan's things were still in her wardrobe trunk. Perhaps she would leave them there for a while. Nonsense. Imagine living in a trunk at home! Almost as though she were preparing to return to school. Almost as though she had not come home to stay! The thought was sobering. Well, never mind. Diplomas were not the most important things in the world, after all. What did people do with them after all the bother? Nowadays they weren't even framed. Just tied with ribbon and relegated to the attic with the nondescript collection of old furniture, old clothes, old magazines, old toys. Up In the attic where Pat had turned somersaults so adventurously from a rafter when she was 10 and Joan had com*, to grief and unconsciousness trying to follow. a a a NOBODY ever could follow Pat's pace. Ev*n the boys respected her abilities. r..t had been such a funny kid. shaking her red silk parasol in the face of the ugly-tem-pered cow. and then scrambling over the fence just in time to escape vicious horns There was the time Pat cam* out from under the car with axla grease smudged on her nose after locating the trouble and fixing it. while the big Brown boys stood helplessly by. “Now. drive it!" pat had said contemptuously. Joan turned, studying the young sleeper beside her. Pat s rounded, white arms were outside the cover. How lovely she was with her long lashes against her cheeks and that impudent, provocative tilt to her slender nose! When her eves opened, they would be a clear, cool, lovely blue. Pat's blue eyes opened. "Well, old gaL you are here, aren't you? Glad to be back?" In the slightly husky drawl that was so typically Pat. “Terribly glad to be with you and mother. Benny and Bill.” “If I didn't know you. Joan, I'd say vou're a cheerful liar, but you bwquld be glad like Polya nna over %athing." Pat was silent a moment. “Jb*n, can you tell me how we re going to manage this winter and next summer and next year? No money, no credit!” “Well, you're working. And I’ll have something soon.” Pat thought of her job typing in the large hardware concern. “We can't go very far on $lO a week." she said. “Oh. Joan, it's hard being so poor! Do you suppose well ever be anybody?” “Don't worn - . I'll get something." “Yes. You’ll get a half dozen kids to teach after calling on all the jnothers in Memphis. I got someIthing, too. after wearing out a half

dozen pairs of silk stockings interviewing every department store manager in town —after answering all the ads for female help which turned out to be commission jobs—after registering at all the agencies and never hearing from them because more efficient and bettertrained girls had registered before me—after asking all our friends to be thinking what a fine help I'd be in anything they knew of. and please use their influence and—!” “Pat, will you stop!” a a a JOAN was laughing Pat was utterly ridiculous, of course, but trying to find work without training must be a sobering experience. Well, of course, the thing would be to go about it properly. She would drive over to the school administration building on Poplar and talk to Professor Jayne about work as a substitute teacher. And call Professor Hartson at Tech and Professor Wilson at Central. They could probably put her in touch with some students needing coaching for college. There must be opportunities to sing at entertainments, if she only knew them. Mrs. Walter Courtwell probably could direct her to the right people. She was so active In club and social life and so understanding and cordial. She had been interested in Benny the summer he spent so much time at the clinic after he broke his arm, this adding to his other troubles. “What are you thinking about Joan? You look so sober. Worried?” “No. we can't afford to worry.” “Can't afford not to,” said Pat. “Joan. I want a different life from mother's. I don't want to slave and get wrinkles and gray hair and be worried everlastingly because my children can't go with the right people. I want to belong to the Cotillion Club and the Dinner Club. It’s no fun going to movies when I want to dance on a cool roof or go to the Country Club. Some day I’m going to say, ‘out to the club’ just as casually as other girls. Just watch and see!” Joan was out of bed now, slipping into a bright green kimono. "Well, when do we begin getting rich and powerful? And how do we do it?" “I’ve an idea I’ll have to marry a rich husband—like Jerry Forrester.” “Who is he?” “Just the boss’ son. He’s been hanging around a. lot. I’m just as good looking as some of the girls who drive around with him in that big French car." Pat added after a moment. “Joan, you know you’re awfully good looking now. You've changed.” Joan blushed. “Don't be silly!” “Probably there’s a man.” “No.” “Haven’t you ever seen one who made you feel like you were doing a flip-flop from a plane—all excited and scared and thrilled?” “Idiot!” Joan added after a moment, honestly: "Well, one—!” CHAPTER TWO PAT cried, “Oh, Joan, tell me about him! Are we going to have a wedding in our family?” “Not if you're waiting for me. Pat. he was one of those conceited men. Well, maybe not conceited—just handsome and impudent and used to having his own way. You know the kind.” “What are you trying to tell me? Have you really met somebody?” “I met him on the train. That is—l didn't really meet him. We just talked and I ran away from him when I saw you all coming. You see, he was perfectly sure he had attached me. But he was really wonderful. Pat! Handsome and sort of rugged, like he had played football or planned big bridges and helped build them.” “Imagine!” scoffed Pat. “A superman!” “No—more like a knight come riding,” Joan said slowly. And then, youthfully, “Oh. Pat, I’ll never see him again!” “Well, don't lose any sleep over it!" Pat was out of bed now, hastily sorting out lingerie from a bureau drawer. Joan was dressed now. looking very smart in her tweed suit with a small, dark hat hugging her cloudy hair. “Now,” she said. “I’m going out to get a job." This confidence carried her through the morning, but by noon much of her assurance was gone. At lunch time she sat in the Little Tea Shop. It had been a discouraging morning. Professor Jayne was speaking at a principals’ conference and both Professor Hartson and Professor Wilson w - ere attending it. a a a JOAN had driven downtow-n. parked the battered old family car near Cossitt library and walked over to a business exchange. Just as well have several irons in the fire. Any kind of work would be preferable to going back home and reporting failure. Os course they wouldn’t expect her to find work immediately. Tut how much nicer it would be to go home with a job tucked away in her coat pocket—so to speak—and see the anxious look leave her mother's eyes, if only temporarily. Only a few days before her mother's letter had come, revealing the difficulties. Mrs. Waring had written: “Bill and Sara have decided to be married in June, dear, which means Bill must save pennies. He is 28 now. you know, and Sara is 25. and they've waited a long time. “Bill is afraid he' 1 l lose her if he waits any longer. He's helped so long and it's only right that he should have his happiness now. The place isn't rented yet—of course it will be eventually. We had to take what we could get for the cotton because we couldn't wait. Pat has finished her business course and found a small job. typing." (To Be Continued)

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Tarzan, doubtful, because he couldn't her words, repeated: “Jean?” Almost on the verge of tears again, Jean, violently nodding, imitated and repeated Tarzans pantomime of hunger. The ape-man jumped up delightedly. Plainly he expected to get breakfast.

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"iicase, come back! Please —" She pointed to the ape, scared. “I'm afraid." Tarzan came slowly.back. Jean got up, started toward him and said: “Take me with you.” Tarzan slowly understood. He looked at her quizzically, and leisurely started off through the trees.

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