Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 128, Indianapolis, Marion County, 7 October 1933 — Page 11

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/ BEGIN HERE TODAT 808 WESTON, son of a millionaire, is deenlfy attracted to JOAN WARING, a preJFtv Memphis girl. Boh is ir, Memphis in connection with his father s nett textile plant Joan's family is oor Hlr father, member of an aristocratic fufnilv. killed himself vears ago Joan s m4thr longs for her daughters to have tha social position denied her PAT. Join s younger slater, loves pleasure ShA is infatuated with JERRY FORPIfSTER. aon of her employer. Jean cofcsiders Jerry a spoiled p.avboy and Is troubled over Pat. BARBARA COURTNEY, a popular society girl whom Boh knew in New York. ls\ scheming to win him Bob is compeuled ‘o break a tentative date with Jcfir. when he learns Barbara has inelided him in a dinner party. Pat r*/b- about the party in a newspaper arjid .earns, too, that Bob it the son of tr.e man who owns the textile plant. fth tells Joan Bob i* only amusing lpimtelf with her. Joan is unhappy until Bob calla and expiiains about tr.e date Bob has Just put \down the telephone when a call comes from Barbara who asks him to take iher to lunch She says she has soir'Uhing exciting'’ to tell him. NO|W GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER EIGHT (Continued) • I'm] never going to be so silly again.T said Joan. “You had me imagining all sorts of things. And there w.tus no reason for it.” She might have felt less lightheart.ed\lf she had known that Bob had jusft put down the telephone when It jrang again. • Hollo,” said Barbara. ‘‘Wasn’t it cruel of men to get you up when you haCl Just gone to bed?" "I had five good hours of sleep. Edison said four was all anybody needed.” “I had to call. You slipped away so early. Couldn’t you meet me for lunch. There's something exciting I want to tell you.” CHAPTER NINE BARBARA and Bob sat at a small table near the front of the hotel dining room because Barbara wanted to see as well as hear the orchestra. Once she sent word to the leader, asking him to play “Look Who’s Here.” She smiled at Bob when the leader complied with her request. “It’s for you." she said. “I’m feeling very important, luring you away from imm/rant duties.” Bob smiled back. Barbara was a child—a sweet child. “It’s nice here. Everybody comes," Barbara chatted on brightly. "The pretty girl at the table on your left will be a debutante next season. To other girls who will probably make their debuts in the fall are at the table in front of us. Os course,” she went on. “I just dare you to look at anybody but me!" Bob asked, veering away from a dangerous topic, “What’s the exciting news you promised me?” “I’m carrying you away to a house party down in Mississippi. Carol Sheridan, the girl you liked on the party last night, is giving it. The Sheridans have the loveliest old home! It’s been in their family for generations. And a swell crowd is going.” “When did you say?" “We’re driving down Friday morning and coming back Sunday afternoon.” “I'm sorry, Barbara. I couldn't possibly make it.” Three days without seeing Joan! Barbara's eyes met his. Her voice had a little edge as she said, “Now, Bob, don’t tell me the work couldn’t go on without you. You’ve a date with someone, havent you?” He hadn't, but he would have after seeing Joan that night. On Sunday, Joan wouldn't be busy and he was hoping to have the whole dav with her. There was something he wanted to tell her—that she was the sweetest, dearest, most wonderful girl in the world. boo BARBARA, watching his face, said abruptly. “Why not be honest, Bob. It's a date with a girl!” "Yes.” There was a moment of silence, while Barbara studied her plate thoughtfully. Outwardly she was calm, but in her heart she felt a blind, unreasoning fury. Jealousy of this girl—whoever she was—who had made such headway while she, Barbara, had been given only casual, impersonal friendship. Then the hot. defiant challenge flung to her unknown adversary. “She can’t have him!" Barbara told herself. Raising her eyes to meet Bob’s, she said slowly, striving for the wistful effect that always succeeded so well with men, “I'm taking this rather hard. You see lam so awfully disappointed. I was sure you would come. Bob. and all my plans were built around your going. Who is she?” “Joan Waring.” He said the name gently. If Barbara had had any doubts before they were swept away now. “He's terribly hard hit," she decided bitterly. Aloud she said, “Joan Waring? I don't believe I know her.” “Well, you've missed something.” “Evidently.” Then suddenly she remembered. Waring—Waring? It couldn't be the

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' same girl, yet the name, “Joan,” struck a chord of memory. “There was a Waring girl at school one year," Barbara said. “The year I went away. Molly Davis wrote me about the wonderful voice i she had ” “Joan has a wonderful voice. And Molly Davis is a friend of hers.” I “It must be the same girl! But that s strange—” "What's strange about it?” “That you should know her. I wouldn't have thought you would know the Warings. It seems queer.” "That's what I thought. “Queer and wonderful.” 800 'T'HERE was another silence. Barbara was thinking, plan- ; nin*. It was lucky that this other girl was not a member of her crowd, her world. It would be only a matter of time and showing Bob, cleverly and subtly, that Joan Waring was ! impossible for him. Simply imi possible. Barbara’s eyes met Bob’s. She i thought they were not quite so I friendly now. As though he sensed, I intuitively, her antagonism to Joan. She must be more guarded. The ! situation was going to require tact. | Plenty of tact. Barbara telephoned to Carol when 5 she reached home. “Bob can’t come, Carol,” she said. “He has a date with a girl Sunday and doesn’t feel he should break it.” “That’s a shame! But you’ll come ; anyway of course. Invite someone | else.” “I want him,” Barbara added S sweetly, “If this girl were only some one else I'd ask you to squeeze her j in some place if you could.” “Why, of course. There’s worlds !of room. It was stupid of me not I to think of that.” I “Oh, but I couldn't,” Barbara an- ! swered. “Not this girl. It’s Joan Waring.” “Never heard of her.” “No, I don’t suppose you have. She was the girl—a complete outsider—that Molly Davis w#s so crazy about several years ago dfcd pushed for everything—even her own so--1 rority.” "Well, she must be all right then.” | “But she isn’t! There was a big ! scandal her father committed j suicide years ago. It was spread all : over the papers. He embezzled a lot of money and a woman was mixed up in it, too!” i a a u i “/''VH. 1 do seem to remember. It was the classic scandal of my j childhood. Are you sure it’s the ! same family?” “I’m positive.” “Too bad.” “Os course,” Barbara said, "I wouldn’t care about that old story myself, and from what Bob says she must be lovely. Only I couldn t think of asking you to have her, Carol. What would your mother think?” Carol laughed. “She isn’t as broadminded as I am—but she doesn’t need to know the whole story. Go ahead and ask her! Id hate terribly to see you turn your handsome millionaire over to her.” Barbara flushed angrily. She had no such intention. She said sweetly, “I really think it’s darling of you, though somehow I’m afraid you shouldn't include her. It’s awfully hard to mix crowds—” ’ Well, I’ll risk it. If she doesn't mix she'll be submerged when that bunch begins partying.” “I'll sound Bob out.” Barbara put down the telephone and sat for a moment feeling the leaven of triumph stirring. Her eyes shone. Her cheeks were flush. It was so important to make exactly the right moves. There was Carol, feeling that she. Barbara, had been so awfully generous and thought ul. j “Submerged,” Carol had said. Well, that was exactly the way a ! girl should feel, deliberately edging | in where she had no right, probably j leading Bob on to believe she be- ; longed to the right crowd. o a a BARBARA called Bob then and broached the plan. He approved heartily. The alacrity with which he accepted left Barbara | shaken with anger. Evidently a i house party with Joan present was i something else! Bob passed the invitation on to I Joan. j “I’ll talk it over with mother,” she said, "and let you know to- : night.” Joan found her mother in the ! kitchen. Mrs. Waring was sitting near the worn old kitchen table that was always spotlessly clean, a bowl of potatoes in her lap. (To Be Continued)

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Above the excitement, Jean's shrill cry came clearly to Tarzan's ears: “John! Don't” Holt was taking aim at the ape-man, standing, a perfect target in the tree. Just as he fired the girl dropped out of the lower branches and landed over his rifle barrel so that the shot went wild.

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At the sound of this shot, Tarzan quickly came to himself, ducked behind the tree bole, swung down to another limb, keeping the tree between himself and Holt, and disappeared among the branches. The safari gathered about Jean, every body talking and questioning, excitedly.

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

“He’ll be coming back!” she cried, fearfully, “I don’t ask anything better,” said Holt, grimly, looking up into the trees. He was about to turn to Jean again when Riano, who like the other boys had been terrified by Tarzan, came up to him and excitedly grabbed his arfri.

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