Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 134, Indianapolis, Marion County, 14 October 1933 — Page 11

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BEGIN' HEBE TODAY 808 WESTON non of a mllllonalr., ! ha* IHn :r. love :*h JOAN WARINO. pr - • Mrmphia *:rl has come '0 Memphis in connection !th a textile plant under eon*'ruction for hla father * COURTNEY society girl whom he knew In New York, is scheming to *ake him away from Joan. Through Barbara Joan is invited to a house par's- Barbara realized Joan will be ill at ease among to many (.'rangers and hope* Boh will be disillusioned. Th'- other g-;e*tr all assume that Bob It m love with Barbara. Doubt* fill Joan t mir.d. Unhappy because of Barbara * possessive atitude toward Bob and too proud to show thst she Is hurt. Joan accepts th attentions of JIM WARFIELD During a dancing par'v Joan takes a drive with Jim. The gas In his cs' give* out and they are obliged to walk back. Hearing CAROL SHERIDAN ar.d others criticising her gchavlor Joan determines to return to Memphis early next morning with Jim. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER FOURTEEN (Continued) Joan went to the window, letting the cold air blow against her. Her fare seemed to be burning up with fever, but her hands were Icy. Below a brooding silence lay upon the garden, shot with silver where the moon had found early blooms. It was there Joan and Jim had talked in friendly, careless fashion only yesterday. It seemed years ago. Jim had been sw-eet from the start. Suddenly Joan made her decision. Turning from the window, she began hastily to assemble her possessions. "I couldn’t stay in Carol’s home a moment longer than I have to" she thought "I couldn’t drive back with Bob. I’ll go with Jim!" CHAPTER FIFTEEN MRS. WARING, sitting near the window after Sunday dinner, saw the automobile drive up. •‘There’s Joan and her young man," she said complacently. It gave her a sense of satisfaction to speak of this favored son of fortune as "Joan’s young man." Already vague dreams of affluence for her two girls were crystalizing into definite shape. The hard years of struggle and scrimping would soon be behind. For the mother the lean years, but for these children something better than the endless \dsta of problems and hardship. Pat came to the window' and looked out. "That isn’t Bob’s car,” she said. "And that Isn’t Bob with Joan.” "I wonder where the young man is,” said Mrs. Waring in a vaguely troubled tone. Joan entered a moment later. She tossed her small hat aside and crossed the room to kiss her mother. "It’s good to be back home," Joan said. "Well, that’s a nice way to begin a glowing account of a three-day visit in the home of the rich and playful!” said Pat. "You don’t look as though you had done much playing. You look as merry as though you had washed dishes for a month." “She’s had too much playing. No\* she can rest." said Mrs. Waring. gathering up Joan's coat and hat. Half across the room, she turned. "Where is your young man?" Joan’s eyes met her mother’s for a moment blankly. “Oh, Bob!” she said finally. “I didn't come back with him. mother. He's coming back this afternoon with the others." She answered the question in her mother's eyes. "We—he doesn't like me any more.” "Well, well!" Pat said. "This is cheerful new's. There go the family millions!" "Pat!" reproved Mrs. Waring. The deep line between her eyes, so pronounced when she was troubled, had appeared again. "Barbara Courtney’s work, I suppose,” said Pat shrewdly. "Well, you can't compete without clothes.” "It wasn't the clothes: it was me." Joan dropped into the careless grammar childishly, forlornly. a a a T)AT stared at Joan, sitting there so quietly, so unsure of herself. "Well, I'm sure there’s nothing wrong with you," she said loyally. "Barbara Courtney can't hold a candle to you. Oh, forget the sap!” “What’s n few million more or less," Pat continued. "Maybe we'll develop a rich uncle or something. Anyway, I still have Jerry." She was thinking as she said that about Claire Williams, the vivid married woman who was always appearing, no matter where Pat and Jerry happened to be. "There's something awfully funny about it,” she had told Jerry. "Maybe she’s psychic. Or is it that your

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telephone is in good working order?” "Lay off Claire, will you, Pat?” Jerry had replied angrily. "I’ve known her all my life. Isn't it natural we should have the same friends?" Jerry had been busy a lot lately, but he always had a plausible alibi. Joan went upstairs to see Benny. “Well, old timer, how goes the battle?" She stooped and kissed him. “Pretty well. I’m glad you’re back, Joan. Have a good time?" “Oh, swell,” said Joan. "That's good. Hows Bob?” “Fine!” "I guess 111 be seeing him soon,” Benny said. Joan went into her room. She was glad the trip was behind her. The w’hile affair had begun to seem like a dream, and the hurts and humiliations like fantastic figures in a nightmore. It was hard to realize that only this morning she had slipped into her clothes w’hile Barbara was still sleeping soundly, with the rain washing against the windows. Joan had gone into the dark hall and knocked at the door leading into Carol's room. Carol's amazed eyes had met "I'm going back to Memphis with Jim.” Joan had stated simply. "Oh, you are!" "It was lovely of you to include me on the party. It's been wonderful. Please say a good-by to Mrs. Sheridan for me.” "I'm terribly sorry you must go.” Polite lies piling on top of each other. What if people were honest? How r false and insincere they were, smiling and saying pleasant things while dislike and contempt were exposed in their eyes. Picking u p her light bags, Joan had walked down the circular stair into the gray gulf that was the hall. a a a JIM had come to meet her, mak- ** ing it easy for her with his light, “Going with me? This is great! Not afraid of getting a bit wet?” Joan thinking. “I’d rather drown than stay!” Then the car cutting through the rain and wind and mud. Clarksdale, seen through a blur of fine rain. Tunica, Robinsonville, Walls. And on until the familiar Parkway was reached. And now' back home. She would never see Bob again. It had been a mistake ever * to imagine she could hold him with a World full of girls to chose from—gay, careless, lovely girls who knew men’s moods and how to please them. Joan told herself she would forget him. She never again would let herself think of Bob’s teasing gray eyes, his deep voice, the clipped sentences, of his dear, blond head and his face tanned by exposure. It was all over with Bob. He had proved it conclusively. He could not have made it clearer if he had said, "I’ve watched you tw s o girls and I’ve chosen Barbara. She has the things I want, the things I’m used to—background, easy manners.” The days dragged on. Joan was saying to herself, "Two w'eeks since I’ve seen him.” And again. “Three weeks.” And then, “It's been a month.” But there was no outward sign to betray the inner upheaval the pounding of her heart when the telephone rang, the tenseness when automobile brakes ground outside her home at night or the doorbell | rang. Often, it would be Sara telephoning, consulting about some de- - tail of her wedding plans. Sara and Bill were to be married in June. It would be a quiet wedding, but [ Sara w’ould have pretty things, and I afterward they would move into a , small, attractive apartment. Sometimes it would be Jerry. He j did not come as often as in the i past. When men were sure they I grew careless, Joan thought. This was anew cynicism. Or it might be Jim Warfield, who would have taken more of Joan's time if she had encouraged him. Dick Thornton, still devoted, though Joan was much too honest to pretend what she could never feel, called occasionally. She was steeling herself against the telephone these days, fighting the impulse to search the crowd on the street for a beloved face, or to turn to the social columns of the newspaper to receive a fresh wound by reading Bob’s name. (To Be t ominued)

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Suddenly, Tarzan dropped down upon him. . . . Some distance away another native was gathering a few last sticks when he heard Riano’s voice calling. He listened for a moment, then, showing fear, picked up his armful of wood in one hand and his spear in the other.

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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