Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 131, Indianapolis, Marion County, 11 October 1933 — Page 15

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BEGIN HERE TODAY DOB WESTON, son of a mllllonalr*. ha- failfn m love ith JOAN WARINO. prpt?-, Mmohla giri. Bob ha* com* to Memclis ‘.t connection with hi* father * new textile plant He first saw Joan or. a train when she was returning from college because of her family's financial difficulties BARBARA COURTNEY society girl. Is scheming to win Bob away from Joan. Pat Joans vounger sitter Is tnfatu.i’ed wi'h JERRY FORRESTER, ton of her employer MRS. WARING is ■ r two daughters will marrv well and escape the drudgery that has been her lot Barbara Is invited to a house party and to persuade Bob to come. too. she arranges to have Joan Invited. Joan ri Bob arrive at the house? partv. The other? go for a horseback ride but .7 who has no riding clothes, remains at the house. She meets JIM WARFIELD attractive and indolent. He Uk( Joan, sees through Barbaras prelealous of Bob's attentions to B rbara plays into the other girls 1 d? r.v accepting Jim's Invitation to dr e to a barbecue supper with him. ‘ 'VOW GO ON WITH THE RTORY CHAPTER ELEVEN (Continued) She was thinking it had been fortunate that she had met Jim just then. At least she need not stand about miserably watching Bob shower attention on Barbara. Pat was right. Joan decided she didn’t know the least thing about men. How silly she had been to imagine Bob cared for her! a a a HE was coming toward her. “Joan, we’re shoving off,’’ he said. Joan was suddenly tense. The sound of her name on his lips, the easy friendliness almost disarmed her. "Joan’s coming with me,” Jim said slowly. Bob stopped and stared at Joan. “Are you, Joan?” “Yes." “ Darling,” Barbara 6aid lightly, don't look so forlorn! I’d love to be second choice.” Bob looked toward Joan again. She returned his grim look unsmiling. ' That’ll be fine, Barbara,” he said. “Let’s dash.” Jim opened the car door and Joan got in. “All set?” he asked. She nodded and Jim's car shot ahead. Bob had been merely polite, Joan decided. Unless he cared for Barbara why had they come in from the ride so much later than the others? Almost an hour! Why had they stayed alone all afternoon, never joining the rest of the crowd? And why did the others all assume that Bob and Barbara were in love? They drove in silence for a while and then Jim said suddenly; “You’re lovely, Joan. I’m afraid I’m going to fall hard for you. But you seem very troubled. Are you troubled?” “Yes,” Joan answered honestly. •■Why?" “I’d rather not answer. I shouldn’t have come to this house party, for one thing.” “She’s interested in Weston,” Jim decided. “And that dumb idiot has given her the gate for a giltedged edition of 1933 sophistication.” An automobile flashed past them, and Barbara waved. Jim grinned. Well, perhaps he had been wrong. The Weston chap was driving like the very devil. People in love usually moved more slowly. CHAPTER TWELVE KAY and Don Trent led the way to the barbecue site. It was an open space hewed from the woodland. Stumps of trees, like huddled black dwarfs, showed eerily in the light from the big bonfire w'here wieners were to be roasted. At one side was the barbecue pit. A colored man was turning the meat on a long fork. Two tables were covered with bowls of salad, huge loaves of bread, paper plates and cups. “The individual tables—the stumps —have been arranged for two. Choose your partners,” called Kay gaily. Bob looked at Joan. She was standing not far away, her dark coat about her, her face a white blur. When the blaze sprang up fitfully her eyes showed like dark, deep pools. He was fighting an impulse to join her, to say, “‘Joan, let’s go over here.’’ But you’d hardly say that to a girl who had deliberately ditched you for a man she had just met. “Bob. please help me with these plates!" called Barbara. Jim Warfield thought she was like a restless little cat; her bright, alert eyes traveling from Joan to Bob. “Here we are, Joan." said Jim. a a a IT WAS a gay party, but Joan never was to remember it as gay. Don and Jim pointed long sticks with their knives. The sticks were to be used by the guests to roast wieners. The crowd moved about and

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plates were being passed and refilled. The fire died down and sprang into flame again as fresh wood was piled on. The savory odor of the barbecued meat was tempting. Always Joan would remember Barbara and Bob, sitting together. Barbara's caressing voice, her hand on Bob’s arm. Somebody suggested old-fash-ioned ghost stories. Everybody tried to think of an old thriller. Barbara called out once, "I'm just one big shiver! Hold my hand. I’m frightened to death, darling!” “Need an excuse, Barbara,” drawled Jim. “No, of course not.” Barbara slipped her hand frankly into Bob's. Joan saw his hand close over Barbara’s, just as he had clasped her own. What a fool she had been, fitting all the tender, thoughtful things he did into a romantic pattern lor herself!” And then someone said it was 1 o’clock, time to begin the drive back. Joan thought that was something to be thankful for. It would have been unbearable to go inside the house and dance, to dance with Bob. trying to reach him through this wall of constraint growing up between them. a a a TJARBARA, slumped down in the roadster, her head companionably close to Bob’s shoulder, was talking animatedly. “I do love house parties, don't you, Bob? They are so informal. You get to know what people are really like.” “What are you talking about?” Bob asked. He had an idea that Barbara was driving at something and he was suddenly unaccountably irritated with her. Barbara answered easily, “About Jim.” “Oh,” said Bob, relieved and a little ashamed of his suspicions. “When you first meet Jim he appears such a cynic, without much interest in anybody or anything. But he’s really capable of a grand passion. Anybody with eyes can see that.” “You mean Joan,” said Bob harshly, “Yes,” said Barbara. “Havent you noticed?” Then, as he did not reply, she said gently; “don’t think me a cat, Bob, but I hate to see someone I care about being made to look a fool.” “What rubbish!” Bob said hotly. “It isn’t, Bob. What would you think if you knew the very first afternoon-while we were riding—she and Jim were sitting off in the garden? You can imagine how surprised I was when Carol told me. I thought she was really tired.” Bob drove silently, but Barbara could see the stern set of his mouth and chin. She smiled, satisfied. After a while she sighed. “Os course I knew, Bob, that I ran a terrible risk in telling you, but I simply couldn’t bear seeing you so gone on her. Girls know things, and the first time I laid eyes on Joan I knew she was the type who wouldn’t flirt openly, but was not nearly as naive as you thought she was. Oh, Bob, do you hate me?” “Os course not,” Bob said roughly. “But you’re wrong about Joan. She’s not that kind at all, Barbara. If you think she and Jim Warfield planned to stay there alone you were never more mistaken in your life. Why. they hadn’t even met until we got here! And besides Joan isn’t like that .” His voice rose. “Oh, for goodness sake, don’t get so excited!” Barbara said. “Perhaps I was wrong about it. Forget what I said.” a a a “T WILL.” Bob said. And knew he wouldn’t. Silence. Trees along the rural highway flashing by in orderly sequence and occasionally the dark outline of a cottage. Barbara moved closer to Bob. Once she sighed. “What’s the matter?” Bob asked kindly. “I’m afraid you’re terribly angry with me.” “Don’t be an idiot, Barbara,” he added after a moment, “But let’s get this straight. I won’t discuss Joan again with you or anybody. It's sheer idiocy to think* that she ” There he was, off again. He stopped. (To Be Continued)

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