Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 125, Indianapolis, Marion County, 4 October 1933 — Page 21

OCT. 4, 1933

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BEGIN HEBE TODAT 808 WESTON, -or. of a millionaire Come- to Mrmphl, where hla father if b iild;ns anew textile plant. Bob tries to find a lovelv oirl he saw on the train arid 'ater heard sirs; at a Junior League bentf.t The girl la JOAN WARING member of an Impoverished family with an C ttt-ra'lf barlcgrour.d Joan s mother so ; for her daughters to have the social po:’ion r.ghtfu their-. Joan ha- >ft rn’.iege before graduation to arvist he family in a financial emerKenr- PAT her 18-year-old sister, has a job as ivpir- Pat loves pleasure and preftv rlo-he' and hope-- to escape drudg- <:. i riel narriagi rat dm ■ JFRHY FORRESTER son of her employer. other members of the Waring family fir.- ep* Jerry's attentions to. Pat as an Indication of serious interest. Joan, who b< ie-e- Jerry is a spoiled playboy, is •nob finally finds Joan They go for a dr. - end Ivan realizes she is falling in Jove with him. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER SIX 808 did not kiss Joan. Hp only said in a voice, stirred by emotion. “You're sweet. Joan!" Then he started the car rather abruptly and Joan relaxed against the seat., feeling shaken and happy. She was amazed at her mixed emotions. She had wanted him to kiss her and yet she was glad, terribly glad, that he hadrt't. If he had, she would have thought of Pat and Jerry. She was sorry for Pjjt — sorry for all girls who knew men like Jerry when there were men like Boh in the world. “A p°nny for your thoughts. Joan." “Not worth a penny.” Her voice was not quite steady, but the tone Beamed to satisfy him. Bob answered quietly, “I’d risk a lot more to find out.” Something hung between them, some golden, glamorous cloud, enveloping them even through light and casual conversation. Bark at Joan’s home her mother met them in' the hall. Joan introduced Bob and he grasped the hand Mrs Waring extended. “It must be lonely for you, being a stranger here," she said. "I’m feeling more at home all the time.” he answered with a smile at Joan. “You must havp dinner with us some night. Could you come tomorrow?" “I’ll be delighted. Mrs. Waring.’’ Joan caught her breath. Mother coming out of her timid shell, inviting a stranger to dinner! Was the world coming to an end? a a a THE sun, pouring through the window panes, roused Joan next morning. She leaped out of bed and closed the windows, shutting out the fresh, cold February air. She was suddenly nervous. Seventhirty, and a million things to do. Pat had finished breakfast and was on her way downtown. Joan slipped hurriedly into her clothes. There were the tall crystal glasses to be washed and the best table napkins and damask cloth to be pressed. Bill must go for Stella, who worked by- the day and was always pressed into service on special occasions. "I'll get some flowers downtown,” Joan planned. “We really can't afford them, but I do want the table to look pretty." Mother was rather helpless in the kitchen when it came to special events. Joan counted off the tasks that must be attended to. “Roast to watch, cake to make, vegetables washed, mayonnaise—” She enumerated them on slender fingers. “Two hours coaching Paul and Marie Wilson. And if I have a minute I'll run over on Union for a shampoo. Perhaps I’ll be really extravagant and have a manicure.” She tiptoed by Benny's door, suddenly contrite. Here she was excited and happy when Benny was so ill. Was she really light and frivolous after all? The morning did not go smoothly., To begin with. Stella sent word her husband was sick. She finally arrived and presently the fragrant aroma of one of the good cakes filled the air. ana A LITTLE later, Mrs. Waring came to the kitchen with a distressed look on her face. She was holding out the showy linen cloth that was her pride. A large hole—no, two large holes!—showed plainly. ‘‘Moths," she said tragically. “Well, dam it." said Joan, ad-

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' ding quickly. “No. doling, I'm not | using bad words. Can't you darn them?" “It would take too long,” said her mother. “And a mended cloth!" “Never mind.” said Joan, taking the cloth and spreading it out. j “I'll wash and press a little linen centerpiece. This large hole is just about in the middle, where the flowers will be. and we can put a i small celery tray over the other. We ll have two trays and we won t move the one over the hole. We ll ; manage.” “Well, all right,” said her mother. I “Are you sure he’s the kind that j won't mind?" “Os course!” said Joan. “He I wouldn’t notice anything like a table j cloth.” The second mishap occurred a few minutes later. There was a crash, a | terrific crash that sent Joan and her 1 mother flying to the kitchen. Stella stood surveying a mass of shining * glass. “Stella!” grasped Joan. “All the best glasses,” mourned Stella. “Honest, Miss Joan, I don’t know how I did it! I guess I was so worried and nervous about Jim.” “Never mind,” said Mrs. Waring ' kindly. “Wash the old glasses in hot, soapy water and rinse them. Give them a good shine, too. Accidents will happen." Joan fled to the living room. Why did Stella’s husband have to be sick today of all days? Why did moths have to attack the best table cloth when there were plenty of old ones? bob PAT had come in for lunch. “You look worried,” she said. “Everything’s gone wrong,” Joan told her. “Pat, before you go back downtown could you run the car to the garage and have some gas put in? I have a million things to do this afternoon.” “Lots of trouble for a salesman—” Pat began. “He’s not a salesman. It’s something to do with a mill," Joan said vaguely. “Well, I don’t know why things must be so fine for this mill man,” Pat began. She went to the garage, brought the old car out, racing the engine. “I believe I'll go with you,” Joan caller!. “Maybe the ride will make me feel better.” Pat chatted amiably, Joan scarcely listening. She was thinking this would be a good time to stop at Tony’s and get lettuce and celery. “I saw that swanky Barbara Courtney downtown with the best looking man.” Pat was saying. “Who's she?” John asked absently. Pat chuckled. “I wish she could have heard that! Imagine not knowing who Barbara Courtney is!! She's the best dressed girl around these parts. Goes everywhere and always has a string of men along. Snooty. That's why I hate her. Girls like that burn me up! “Today she was walking on air, coming out of the Book Shelf and this good looking man was carrying some books. They got in his roadster and drove away.” Joan smiled. “I can’t place her,” she said, “but I seem to remember the name—Courtney.” “They haven’t any money,” Pat said, “but they think they’re the last word. Some wealthy relatives educated Barbara in an exclusive school up north, took her abroad and then sent her back, hoping she'd marry a rich man. My, the airs that girl has! She can look right through anyone like us!” bbb BUT Joan had lost interest. “Drop me at Tony’s,” she was saying. “And pick me up on your way back.” She shopped capably. Tony delved deep into the lettuce heads, piled on the rack. He selected one, shook a grizzled head and chose another. “This bettah!” he said. “Nice avacado from Florida.” he tempted. Joan recklessly purchased two. Pat was back, honking the horn impatiently, and Joan, package-laden, ! hurried outside. I “You act like we’re millionaires,” Pat said. “Heavens, you must have !fallen hard!” Pat was first dressed that evening. (To Be Continued)

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He cut off a juicy steak and flung it over his shoulder. As he was cutting it, he heard a lion roar. Quickly he sprang Into the trees. As he disappeared the lion came upon the scene, leaped upon the remaining meat and began to eat greedily as other lions appeared.

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