Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 127, Indianapolis, Marion County, 6 October 1933 — Page 33

OCT. 6, 1933_

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RFCtfN HFRE TODAY 808 WESTON, son ot a millionaire, la dreply attracted to JOAN WARING, a pretty eirl he first saw on the train en roi.'e to Memphis. Bob hat come to Memphis In connection with hi* lather s new textile plant. Joan ;.> a member of an Impoverished frr...v with an aristocratic background. Her mother ionas for her daughters to enjoy the social position that is rightfully theirs. sister. PAT. two roars younger, loves pleasure and pretty clothes. 3n Is infatuated with JERRY FORRESTER. son of h'-r emplfiver. Joan believes Jerry is merely amusing himself and tries to warn her sister. BARBARA COURTNEY. a popular society girl whom Bob had known In New York. Is scheming to win him. 800 takes Joan to see the textile plant. TANARUS: -v have a tentative engagement for that evening but he Is compelled to lr >e it when he learns Barbara has j-cl ,dpd him In a dinner party. Pat reaps * tp e narty in the newspaper and also learns Bob is the son of the man who owns the textile plant. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER SEVEN fContinued) “Well, take a look at this, will r you!” Pat was pointing to the first page of the second section with excited fingers. The entire page was devoted to a feature article and pictures, with the caption, “Cost of Gigantic Enterprise to Exceed Three Million.” “I know all about it,” Joan said, calmly. “We were out there today. It*3 marvelous." “You knew all about It and you didn't tell us? Well, what do you know about that!” “Know about what?” “That Bob Weston is the son of the man who owns the whole works.” CHAPTER EIGHT JOAN'S bewildered, incredulous eyes met Pat’s. "So you didn't know!” Pat was saying. “Somebody's been putting things over on our little Joan. Listen to this!” Posing dramatically, Pat read: " ‘Construction of the first unit of the new Weston Textile Mill plant to be erected near Memphis at an initial cost of between $3,000,000 and $3,500,000 will begin as soon as preliminary work on the waterfront site purchased by the company is completed, it was announced today by Robert Weston, representing his father, James Weston of New York City, owner of the company.' ” “Pat,” said Joan, "you're making all of that up. Give me that paper!” “There’s more,” said Pat. “Just listen to this!” She read on: •• ‘The Weston Mills has a nominal capitalization of 5G5.000.000, with 1,000,000 shares of common stock quoted at S6O on today's market and 5,000 in preferred stock. It is intended to issue 60,000 shares of common stock for expansion purposes in connection with the company's plants at Niagara Falls, another In New Jersey and the TenVnessee project.’ Read it all if you’re interested.” Bill said, “Great Scott! What do you know about Joan grabbing somebody like that!” Joan’s eyes were wide, her face a little pale. She met her mother's astonished eyes. “My dear, you didn’t dream—?” “No, of course not,” Joan said. “What difference does it make?” "What difference?” Pat exclaimed. “Oh, none in the world! Rich men go around every clay falling for poor girls, like King Copethua and the beggar maid. Only they don't marry them these days.” "A millionaire,” said Bill. “Well, Sis!” He stopped, warned by his mother's glance. a a a PAT was deep in the society page now. characteristically forgetting for the moment the subject which had engrossed her so shortly before. Joan was thinking: “Well, of course, he didn't tell me. He would not say, ‘l'm the son of the man who owns the whole thing’.” “I see where Barbara Courtney is having another party,” Fat put in. And then, “Well, of all the dou-ble-timing men! Guess he thought you didn't read the society page, Joan! Guess he didn't know that every little thing Barbara does gets in the paper!” "What are you talking about, Pat?” Joan asked. "About your friend, Bob. standing you up for a dinner date with Barbara,” said Pat. “He didn’t!” “Well, maybe I can't read. Maybe Miss Wilson made a mistake when she wrote this. If you want to read about the party at the Courtneys tonight, here it is—with Mr. Robert Weston of New York as big as you please in the guest list!’ There was a silence and then Mrs. Waring, with a glance at Joan's white face, said gently: “Pat, how you go on! Maybe the young man can explain." “He will,” Pat said scornfully. “But I hope Joan won't listen to him.” Joan said slowly, unhappily, “Pat you're a jealous, suspicious, little cat.” “I'd hate to have you lose your head over him when it won't do any good.” Joan smiled. It was a queenly

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little smile that didn't linger, that didn’t reach her eyes. Funny for Pat to be talking to her about losing her head. “I'd hate to see anybody making a fool of you.” Pat cpntlnued. “I could have told you before. He was the man I saw with Barbara at the Book Shelf. I didn't tell you because I hated to spoil the dinner for you after you had worked so hard. I hope you’ll drop him like a ton of bricks if he’s started twotiming.” “I'm going upstairs,” Joan said. "Dont worry, Pat. My heart’s Intact!” u a u SHE wanted to be alone. Upstairs in the hallway there was a window. Joan paused there, staring at the darkness outside. If Bob had been casual or indifferent, It wouldn’t have occurred to her to believe he was beginning to care. But he hadn't been casual. He had seemed eager to be with her. He had been tender and protective—not possessive. The way he looked at her, the way his deep voice dwelt on her name. Well, another girl was probably thinking the same things and coming to the same conclusion. Bob had preferred to be with Barbara evidently and had broken a date to go there. The chief engineer! “I won't be like this,” Joan determined bravely. “I’ve always despised suspicious, catty people. I’ll just forget him!” But there was no lifting of the shadow in her eyes. She opened the door to Benny’s room. “Benny, you’ve hardly touched your dinner!” she exclaimed. “Didn’t have much appetite tonight.” Joan stood looking down at him. Her heart ached. How thin he was, and yet how dear and uncomplaining! “Joan, that Mr. Weston who was here last night is a regular fellow, isn’t he? I liked him.” “Yes.” She stopped and patted the thin hand. “Tomorrow you’re going to the clinic again and be thumped and pummeled.” She lifted a pillow and shook it before slipping it under her brother’s head. “Joan, Mr. Weston likes you a lot, doesn’t he?” “Benny,” Joan broke in breathlessly. “You romancer! I barely know him.” She sat down beside the bed and began reading. The book related the adventures of Richard, a modern lion-heart, whose deeds furnished a thrilling saga. Once when dangers were piling up for the valiant Richard she stumbled over the words, “Why, Joan,” Benny exclaimed. “You’re crying. Richard won’t die. You don’t think they would drop a hero right in the beginning, do you?” Yes, you would drop a hero right in the beginning unless you wanted to suffer terribly. “You look tired,” Benny said. “There are black smudges under your eyes.” a a a THE black smudges were still there in the morning. But they were not there an hour after breakfast. It is wonderful what magic there can be in a telephone call. “I'm afraid I called you too early,” Bob’s deep voice came over the wire. “But I couldn’t wait.” He couldn't wait. Happiness came flooding back. “I was wondering if you couldn’t arrange to have lunch with me today. And, Joan. I want to explain about last night.” “It doesn't matter.” “All right, go on being a softboiled egg!” came Pat's vehement whisper. “It was a party a girl I know had planned. She had been trying to get me all day and counted me in any- ! way. It would have upset things if j I had dropped out at that hour. I ! was sure you would understand.” He knew she would understand! ; She had been silly. “About lunch?” “You're absolutely a sap if you don’t show some spirit,” from Pat. “I'm terribly sorry, Bob, but I'll be teaching until noon and I’ll be busy this afternoon, too.” "Well, all right. It's going to be a long day for me. But I guess 111 find plenty to do at the plant." His voice sounded cheerful. He had no idea that he was being punished, Joan decided. “Shall I drop around about 7?” “Fine.” said Joan. Pat stood in the doorway, her coat and hat on. "You're letting him jeeme tonight?” she asked scornfully. “Yes,” said Joan radiantly, “I ' am.” j "You don’t know the first thing ‘ about handling men.” Pat said, i Not the first thing! Imagine let--1 ting him off as easily as that.” (To Be Continued)

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TARZAN THE APE MAN

After Holt fired at the she-ape, for a moment she did not move. Then slowly she toppled out of the tree and bounced from branch to branch down to the ground. At once Jean began to climb down toward Holt, who stood waiting to help her.

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At the sound of the shot, Tarzan, from his hidden viewpoint, started violently. He stared, intent, at the fall of the ape. But when she hit the ground, he sprang up, plainly visible In the tree, and uttered a loud cry. Instantly Holt wheeled and fired.

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The shot shattered a branch less than a foot from the ape-man’s head. It went tumbling down to the earth. Tarzan looked bewildered from the falling branch over to the safari. With his memory of civilization gone, he did not know what a gun could do.

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

Not understanding the power of the “sticks’* in the Tarmangani’s hands, Tarzan did not think to protect himself. Holt, having emptied his own piece, quickly snatched Parker's gun and raised it to fire at Tarzan again, Just as Jean, clambering down, reached the branches above Holt.

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