Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 122, Indianapolis, Marion County, 30 September 1933 — Page 11

Sept 30,1933.

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nrf.rv iif rs topat 808 WBBTON. v>n of a millionaire. •nd JOAN W A RING a M-mphU lrl. are attracted to each other on the train en route to Memphis Joan haa left eolleae before graduation to assist her family In a financial emergency. Bob la coming to Memphla tn connection with the construction of a southern branch of his father's nil!**Bob speaks to Joan but. t* starting a flirtation, she rebuffs him. He notes the initials. "J. W on her traveling case and at 'he atatlon hears member* of her family cal her Joan He loses -:gh/ of her. but tellsafrlend. DUKE TURNER, that he la determined to ß?c n a d u*T r of the family. "l^l.le. gone *0 * wore P RENISY. the”ls-^r-o ; and brother. Is an invalid. and tne older brother, works in a gar***. Joan goes Job hunting • T* room she sees Duke T ' i r*}* r ,u rri 'i iiavs. *ootr** Joan ™ dees not see her. srOBY NOW GO ON WITH THE s'""' - CHAPTER TWO 'Continued) When she had finished the next paragraph Joan had put the letter aside tor a moment and walked to the window. Without really seeing It, she stared at the campus, white with snow. Her mother had written Benny's trouble, whatever it is doesnt get any better. I'm afraid he needs treatment. He is looking very thin and the doctor advised tak.ng him out of school indefinitely. It was then Joan decided to return home. She had packed that mast have been hard for mother ever to write tha. • She had been doing things for them all their lives, sacrificing to make the two years at Miss Barrington s possible for Joan. She had wanted her to meet the right people. And worrying through .somehow- while JoanWa-s at Holbrook Hall. Mother s face had grown old and tired sacrificing for her children. It was “Moth"?'had had to llttta happtness. Marrying father had beena mistake. Aunt Maude had told Joan all about it "hen shc was 16 How pretty mother had been, arid happt? m the > town where she sang in the church passing thrmud} thetown had come to the ch '" ch -° n ?°l the few times in his life. Aunt Maude had guessed. He fell in love with mother and they were very haDDV for a short while until he began drinking again. Mother had known about father’s drinking and gambling, but had thouht she could reform him. .. ,_ v No girl, now, would ever think that. Girls who married such men today did it becaase they wanted to and not because they expected to change things. 0 # THEY had lived in the big, old Waring place after father’s 1 fcarents died. The older Warings l§ad never been very cordial to r mother, but she hadp't talked about i. And their pictures, in massive, frames, were still hanging in the gl'iomv old room which had once be<I n t ‘he family library. •Joan scarcely could remember the tinf e when they had not lived in the oltj house. And she had only a dim rc follection of the tragic, terrible tiOje when *ather was brought home to ; hem head. He had shot hims-ls Wt it was not until later that ".other had learned about the money *e had taken. After that the few people In the r riehborhood who had been friendly s opped coming. Then the “best f'rnilies” were moving off the street a d building beautiful homes in suhfban sections. Now. with the exIrfpVition of the Warings. the entire -clock was filled with boarding fßut her mother had managed lomehow, to give them music and .♦lancing lessons and they had kept tID an appearance of comfortable Saving on the rental from the farm. Mleople had forgotten about father Miter a while and they had had Pow* happy times at sch °® L th fsrm going to make up to mother j| everything as much as I can. lan thought as she walked along JaSson. The important thing, ■oming larger than anything else %st then, was finding a job. woman at the business exPchange listened to Joan's brief rental of accomplishments with a speculative look in her eve and then shoved an application blank in front °*“Fill that out in the waiting room, nlease.” she said crisply. "And leave ft with the girl at the desk s he added slowly. "I'm P°‘ n * JSSSk Miss Waring. I think you re wasting your time lookingforclerical work. Tliere are so many otners trained for it and there are so many niAces you’d fit better. P Her tone was firm, but friendly, nd there was a smile in her eyes. • You'll find something. I'm sure, 6heß * W * , 0 0 T OAN had understood what she J meant when she stared down at the questions on the blank form- "State experience, computer machine, bookkeeping machine. adding machine. Have you *—tn bonded?" They went on iie length of two pages. had come to the tearoom, tpensive than some places ild have chosen, because t weary and discouraged. <1 to see smart, prosperous Made you forget for a mo,at the world, as far as you lly were concerned, had opsv-turvy-inished her sandwich and and drew on her gloves, were coming in larger 5 now that the noon hour Ived. She recognized a group comer of the room. Marion Lillian West, Valerie Rob--oung men entered and took not far from her. The man ier was Duke Turner. She in his class years ago in ‘hool. He couldn't have Decn m 12 then. Os course, he >c since forgotten. The other

No, It couldn't be! Yes, it was the audacious young man of the train. He was not five feet away, his beck turned to her. Joan would have to pass him to reach the cashier's desk. Bob was digging down in his pocket. He draw out a blueprint. "I’ll show you just what we have in mind," he said. "Just a minute. Bob,” Duke interrupted. "There’s a darned pretty girl at a table back of you. I knew her once. I think. She was in my clas* at grammar school. Funny, I can’s remember her first name. Last name was—Waring, I believe." “Good looker!” “And some!” “Someone else is girl crazy.” “Aren't we all? What were you saying about the plant?” Bob spread out the print. Joan got to her feet. She was trembling, but she pressed her hat down more firmly and marched bravely by the two at the table. CHAPTER THREE JOAN, outside the tea room, was taking her excited self in hand. Well, what was that! She told herself it was ridiculous to feel so let down and disappointed. Had she expected 'he young man—a stranger—to rush after her? Os course he wouldn’t. It was just as she had thought. The train episode had been a train episode and nothing more. He had forgotten all about her, even though she was wearing the same costume she had worn when he had talked so absurdly and looked as though he were ready to do something dramatic like picking her up and dashing ofl with her. It was foolish to have expected anything else. He had wanted to flirt with her on the train and when she wouldn’t flirt he had put her out of mind. There had been nothing more to it than that. For a moment she wanted to speak to Duke Turner. He had glanced up as she passed. If she had, Duke probably would have wondered who she was. And the young man of the train would have thought she was trying to re-open a flirtation. She would stop thinking about him, about those teasing eyes. “Hello, there, Joan Waring. When did you come home?” It was Molly Davis speaking. She and Joan had been good friends the last year at Miss Barrington’s, before Joan had got the chance to earn her tuition by coaching and assisting as practice teacher at Holbrook. “It’s nice to see you, Molly. I was beginning to think I didn't know a soul in Memphis.” ‘Town’s getting grown. And full of strangers. Have you seen our new skyscrapper? The Sternes building.” “Yes, I think it’s wonderful.” “Our office Is on the top floor.” “I didn’t know you were working, Molly.” "Don’t tell me you hadn’t heard I’m not a spoiled darling of rich parents any more!” Molly said lightly. "Dad lost all of his money, Joan, being too optimistic. But I'm not having a half bad time. A job's lots of fun.” "I’m envious,” Joan said. "I’m looking for work, too.” "Still singing?” "Yes.” Molly regarded her thoughtfully, her brows drawn together. "The Junior League is sponsoring an entertainment tonight at one of the hotels. Nan Willoughby asked me to help her find another number for the program. Joan—there’s an idea! You’d be grand! Jimmy Blake's orchestra is going to play and there will be a few special numbers. I know you'd make about $lO. Joan, and It would be a chance to get your voice before the Memphis public. Would you like to do it?” "Oh. Molly, I’d love to!” "I’ll call Nannie," said Molly.” Joan thanked her warmly and walked away, lifted out of the sober mood of a few minutes before. The chance encounter had been fortunate. At least, she would have something cheering to tell them at home. Now to rush back and press her most becoming dress. The white one. It was simple but it had smart lines. She had bought it, marked down at a sale just before Christmas. 000 nOB was at dinner in the spa- -*-* cious main dining room of his hotel. The orchestra was playing a song he liked. "How much do I love you—l'll tell you no lie. How deep is the ocean? How high is the sky?" Nice tune, nice words. Made a man feel sentimental. It was going to be harder to find that girl than he'd thought. He had searched the streets for her. stared at every pretty girl he met. Good lookers, lots of them. But not one matching Joan. This was getting him newhere. And, besides, a girl hunt was not the reason for his trip to Memphis. He must get down to earth, start on his real mission here. Tonight, instead of going to that Junior League affair with Duke, he should be working on the details of the executive quarters so that he could discuss them with the architects tomorrow. #OO THE six young sub-debs in brief, gold and red costumes danced l off the stage as the orchestra played the final strains of "You Try Somebody Else.” It had been a rather clever dance. Bob thought, but he had had just about enough. He had sat through | a Spanish tango, a Russian ballet and several songs by an entertaining young blues singer. (To Be Continued)

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As Tarzan swung off through the trees, the girl clumsily tried to follow him. Anything was better than being left alone with the she-ape! Finally he swung off in a great circle through the trees, coming back and landing lightly on the platform before the hut.

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The ape-man stood before the girl and shrugged his broad shoulders, as though impatient and puzzled. “I know!” cried Jean, despondently, sitting down again. “I couldn't keep up with you—but I don't see why you couldn't wait for me!” Again Tarzan shrugged, not knowing what she said.

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She indicated that she -wouldn't stay now even if she were asked! Jean began to be reassured. When Tarzan looked at her, she smiled back, feebly. Then, without warning, he swung off again through the trees. When he got some way off, he slipped behind a large tree trunk and peeped back.

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