Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 130, Indianapolis, Marion County, 10 October 1933 — Page 15

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BFGIN HERE TODAY 808 WESTON. *or, of a millionaire. It fn love with JOAN WARING, pretty Memphis girl. Bob ha* come to Memphis in connection with his father * new fertile plant. He first saw Joan on the train when she was returning home from college because of her family* financial difficulties. The Waring* have little monev. Joan'* father, a member of an aristocratic family, killed himself years before. MRS. WARtNO long* for her daughters to hate the social position denied her. Joan's younger sister. Pat. love* pleasure and pretty clothes. She is infatuated with JEftRY FORRESTER. son of her employers. BARBARA COURTNEY, a society girl whom Bob knew In New York, is scheming to win him. Barbara Invites Bob to a nouse party given by CAROL SHERIDAN At first he refuses to go because of plans which Include Joar.. Then Barbara obtains an Invitation for Joan alro hoping Bob will be disillusioned when he discovers Joan does not belong to their crowd. 17ie first afternoon of the house party Joan s'avs at home because she nas no riding suit. She meets JIM WARFIELD and learns that Bob's friends believe he is in love with Barbara. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TEN Suddenly she flung back her head and challenged, "Bob and I will race the rest of you!” She dashed ahead. Bob following. Joan heard Carol's amused voice. “Clever! They’ve been dying to shake us. Haven't had a moment alone since Bob came.” A man’s voice asked, “Oh, are they supposed to be that way?” "Well, of course!” "Then why did he bring the competition along?” “It was a date he couldn’t get out of. You know how such things are.” The low tones were clearly audible through the half-open window. Joan flamed with resentment. So that was what they believed! She moved away, resentment fading. She was feeling only very lonely and very desolate. Instinct had known beforehand that she should not come. Perhaps they had not really expected that she would. Joan felt that she didn’t belong With these girls who had never known responsibility or worry, whose lives were so beautifully ordered and arranged for them. She felt alien in this room filled with Barbara’s possessions. The dressing table was dotted with jars and bottles of expensive cosmetics and Barbara’s handsome silver toilet articles. Joan laid her own comb and brush and powder-box beside them bravely. A lump was in her throat. She had a sudden feeling of panic, a feeling of impending disaster. Something was threatening the happiness she had believed secure. Oh. why had she come! She left the room and went downstairs to walk in the beautiful garden she had seen from a window. As she stepped out on the porch a young man with a dark, eager face arose from a swing and came toward her. “Hello!” he said. CHAPTER ELEVEN. JOAN looked at the stranger and smiled. “Hello,” she answered. "I don’t remember seeing you this morning,” the young man went on. "Was I blotto?” Joan decided this was a variation of, "Where have you been all my life?” and was intended to be flattering. "I came this afternoon,” she said. "Oh—with Barbara’s Bob?” Joan hesitated. “Yes.” “I heard he brought an extra along. But who would ever imagine anyone as beautiful as you being an extra! You should be the leading lady. By the way, I’m Jim Warfield.” “I’m Joan Waring.” “Now, we’re friends. Will you please explain why I find a nice girl like you roaming around like a little lost ghost? You really gave me quite a start!” Joan answered simply: "I didn’t bring riding clothes. Why didn’t you go with the others?” "These merry canters are a pain in the neck to me. I’m incurably lazy, as they'll tell you. Just bored by all these pretenses of having a good time.”

‘'Then why did you come?” He smiled. “The penetration of these young things! Well, if you must know, my child, I like the wines these fine old mansions afford. And the opportunity to lounge around in comfortable surroundings. But I was very bored until you came. From now on I'm at your service. What’s the program?” “I was planning to see the garden.” The dark, friendly eyes met hers. There was a humorous gleam in them. “Great Scott, she comes on house parties to see gardens! It simply isn't done except in moonlight, Joan. But, to show you what a good sport I am. lead the way.” He moved on beside her and presently they were in the garden, sitting on a stone bench while Joan amused him with her knowledge of the flowers and shrubs.

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“So those little green things shoving through are narcissus! Imagine your knowing that. And that bush yonder Is a peony. Oh, my!” a a a HE was absurd but entertaining. And he really liked her. Joan felt better already, comforted by his friendliness and Interest. Suddenly the lawn resounded with gay voices as the riders straggled in by two and fours. Carol and a slender, blond girl Joan had not seen before met her and Jim as they came out of the garden. “Joan, I've been looking all over for you! Was this a conspiracy of Jim’s?” Not waiting for a reply Carol went on, “Joan, this is Enid French.” ‘‘You all weren’t riding?” queried Enid. “You couldn’t drag Jim on a horse,” said Carol. “And Joan was tired. Come on, Joan! We might as well dress. Wei} probably be kept waiting by Barbara and Bob. I forgot to tell them we were going to Kay Trent’s barbecue.” "Why?” asked Enid curiously. Carol's laugh was a little embarrassed as she glanced at Joan. "There's no telling when those two will come in. We haven’t seen a shadow of them since they left. Isn’t it ridiculous the way people will pair off?” “I’m beginning to be quite in sympathy with it,” Jim grinned. "Nice, sensible pastime.” Joan was glad they were moving toward the house, glad all this meaningless chatter made it unnecessary for her to talk just then. A few minutes later she was mechanically beginnig preparations for a bath, tucking up her hair, securing the cloudy mass with hair pins. The dark, troubled eyes in the mirror met hers and she Smiled faintly. Pat would bl calling her a prize sap to show her feelings so plainly. Any one could see she was unhappy. When she returned to the bed room she found barbara sitting cross-legged on the bed, still In riding clothes. “Oh, we had a huge time! Too bad you couldn’t have been with us,” Barbara said. "How do you feel now?” “Much better,” Joan told her. “That’s good,” Barbara replied, her eyes still on Joan. After a moment she opened the closet door and began studying the colorful contents. Joan took a dark blue skirt and short, youthful jacket from a hanger. It was a becoming outfit, but toit looked home-made—as it was. Barbara had selected a light green woolen affair, trimmed with large metal buttons. She laid beside it a smart, dark green leather coat. “It will be cool enough for a wrap,” Barbara said carelessly. a a a TOAN thought of her dark travel- ** ing coat with a sense of misgiving. Well, what was the difference? Her whole costume was wrong any way. “All aboard, everybody!!” Carol said, entering the room. “Oh, you're dressed, Joan. Would you mind running down and rounding up the bunch? I must help this helpless infant dress. If I don’t we won’t reach Kay’s until time for breakfast.” Joan saw Carol glance sideways, taking in her appearance in one brief, appraising look. Then she lifted Barbara’s frock. “Barbie!” she exclaimed, “what a love!” “Well, I won’t let a dress ruin the evening for me,” Joan thought. She started down the stairs and was half way down when a door closed from the other side of the upstairs hall. A voice called, “What a moment Joan!” It was Jim. “Joan,” he said, “I hear the gang’s going to a farmhouse. Will you drive out with me?” Joan hesitated. They were downstairs now. In the music room a radio was turned on and several couples were dancing. Others were playing bridge. She heard Barbara laugh and looked upward. Barbara was coming down the steps with Bob, her arm linked through his. “One of those two had a perfect sense of timing.” Jim said. Joan said abruptly, “I'll be glad to go with you.” She thought his eyes met hers with a flash of understanding. “Hurray!” he said. “You really j mean you’ll drive over with me?” "Why. of course,” Joan tried to appear enthusiastic, “I’d love to.” (To Be Continued)

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Without looking at the ape again, he placed her gently down upon the ground, rose to his feet, and started off after the safari. His hand went to his knife hilt and clinched on it. . . . Meanwhile Holt. Parker, Riano and the safari had reached the banks of a little river.

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

As they passed on to a more open spot, one of the bearers fell out of line, laid down his bundle and bent over to drink. The others went on, leaving him alone. As he drank, Tarzan appeared soundlessly behind him, crept up like a cat, and seized the man.

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