Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 144, Indianapolis, Marion County, 26 October 1933 — Page 15

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BEGIN HERE TODAY JO AH WARING, prfv Memphis e'.rl. and 808 WTCBTON. v.n of a New York millionaire meet In Memphis and fall In love. Through the scheming of BARBARA COURTNEY who Is trying to take Bob away from Joan, they become estranged PAT WARING. Joan's younger sister, is In an automobile accident In which JERRY FORRESTER, her escort is killed. Heartsick. Pat runs away to New York and Joan follows. In New York, Joan begins a search for her tls'er and also a search for a Job She Is engaged to sing at a night club owned by BARNEY BLAKE, who proves a steadfast friend. Barney persuades Joan to move Into the apartment where his stepmother lives to act as her companion. Joan hears of another southern girl, a model, out of a Job, who is ill with pneumonia. Fearing that the girl may be Pat. she rushes to find her. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY' CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR (Continued! “One of the firm's best buyers, a prize pest according to Jane, saw this girl and almost had apoplexy. The manager had to fix up a date to cure him. He took the girl out, but no sooner had they reached the place than the girl threw his soup back at him, you might say, and faded out of the picture.” Kate stopped, her eyes on Joan’s white, Intent face. “Please go on,” said Joan. “What happened then?” “Oh. the girl was fired, of course. You see the buyer was a big shot and he cancelled his order. The kid started hunting for another job. Plenty of pluck, but poor food —and little of it. I guess—and traipsing around in all kinds of weather. Well, 6he got pneumonia. “Jane was over last night with a girl who used to stay with this kid. They said the landlady and a doctor were doing all they could, but Jane didn't think they could do much.” “Kate!" Joan cried. “Hurry! Get that place over the phone and ask your friend for the address. Wait —first let me use the phone!” She called Barney. "Oh. Barney,” he said, “can you come? Kate has just told me about a model, a girl from the south, who's very 111. Oh, Barney, you'll hurry!” Barney's reassuring voice came back. “I’m leaving at once. But remember, Joan, there are thousands of models in New York and lots of them from the south.” “I know that Barney, but I’m so frightened—” Kate, amazement in her eyes, picked up the telephone and called Jane. “That sick girl you told me about—where’s she staying? A friend of mine is going out to see her.” She repeated the address carefully. Joan, hat on, scribbled it down and flew from the room on her way down to meet Barney. She had not thought to ask Kate to find out the model’s name. It was foolish to feel so frightened. There was not a chance in a hundred that the little blond blizzard might be Pat. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE PAT'S illness climaxed two weeks of hunting for a job without encouragement. As the days passed, the loneliness had begun to appress her, and her appetite failed. Often she had been too tired to prepare food and her evening meal would be only a can of soup. At the end of each day she was Just a little more discouraged than before. “Return the first of next month. Things might open up by then.” Other executives were less encouraging. Summer, they said, was a poor time to be job hunting. Everything was slack. And on and on. “I'll get a Job if there’s one to ,be had in New York” Pat had thought. Her fighting spirit was aroused. She had heard of girls, whipped into accepting defeat, but they had not the same incentive she had. She couldn’t go back to Memphis where everybody stared and whispered 'That’s the girl who was with Jerry Forester when he was killed. They’d been at a roadhouse—” Pat’s curved lips set in a straight line at the thought, and she drove herself a little harder. She was thinner and she had developed a cold. She had intended to stop at the drug store on the corner and get something for it, but always she seemed too tired, or too engrossed in her thoughts when she passed. One morning she awakened to the sound of rain. That meant losing another day. It might mean a job lost. Add it meant, too. a whole day to be spent alone. A day alone would be intolerable. What was a little rain? Pat told herself she could walk close to the side of stores on her way to the

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subway. And on the way home she would buy a bottle of cough medicine. There had been a dull ache in her chest for two days now. She almost gave up the Idea of going out while she was eating her breakfast. She felt chilled and tired. Her head was aching dreadfully. If there were no advertisements that looked encouraging, maybe she would stay at home, after all. a a o SHE ran downstairs to the apartment occupied by Mrs. Baker, her landlady, who saved the morning newspaper for her. Mrs. Baker had seemed grateful because Pat had paid an entire month’s rent in advance. Back in her room. Pat turned to the “Help Wanted—Female” column. The first advertisement caught her eye: “Wanted, young girl of neat appearance and pleasing personality. Swift typist and accurate in shorthand. Good job for right party.” Pat had been considered a good stenographer and an accurate and rapid typist. “I can’t miss that,” she decided. “I’ll get ready early. The early bird lands the job.” But when Pat, in her damp coat and soaked hat, reached the address, she found the outside hall half-filled with girls, though a sign had been conspicuously posted on a closed door, “Place has been filled.” A girl with dark, cynical eyes looked hard at Pat and said in an audible voice to another girl. “The depression must be hard on a lot of office waves! Even the prettiest don’t get jobs these days.” Pat left, feeling very sick and blue. She caught the surface car home. It was a long, tiring ride and she was shaking when she got off the car. In her eagerness to reach her room she passed the drug store again without stopping. The shaking had increased and Pat got in bed, piling all the covers she could find over herself, and adding her winter coat. She was having a chill. It had been stupid to go out. And there was no medicine. Perhaps she would feel etter after a while. Perhaps the rain would stop and she could go to the drug store. Soon she began to feel hot, terribly hot and dizzy. Oh, if only Joan were here! What was the name of the hotel where Joan was stopping? Oh, yes, she remembered—the Breckenridge. When she felt better, she would call Mrs. Baker and ask her to telephone Joan. a a a BARNEY and Joan entered the bare little room where Pat had been waging her game fight. Now Joan was on her knees, her lips against Pat’s cheek, her tears on Pat’s white face. The doctor, a worried, nervous little man, came forward. “She doesn’t know any one,” he said. “She’s been delirious for hours.” “You’re the sister?” Mrs. Baker asked. When Joan nodded, the woman continued. “We tried to get you at the hotel. They said you had gone.” Joan felt she was being punished for her carelessness in not leaving a forwarding address punished more than she could bear. Barney left the room to find a telephone. He called a hospital. “It’s pneumonia. I want the best doctor you can get!” he stated briefly. Then another call, relief in his tone. “As fast as you can get hire, doctor. And bring your best nurse.” By night, Pat’s room had taken on a different aspect. A uniformed nurse was moving capably about. One of New York’s most famous physicians sat close by the bed, watching the still, white face, placing a practiced hand on the fluttering pulse. Joan was sitting beside the window, praying fervently. She had refused to leave Pat even for a short time. And then toward morning a smile lightened the grave face of the physician. The tension was lifted. “You must get some sleep now,” the nurse told Joan. “Your sister is better. She’s going to get well.” Joan went across the narrow hall to throw herself across the bed and weep her heart out, thankfully. But vigilance was not relaxed. Joan stayed on at the dingy rooming house, and Barney spent much of his time there, ready to rush off in his car if there were errands.

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Hoping against hope that ape or elephant would hear his urgent cry and rush to his aid, Tarzan waited, while craftily the two lions moved closer to their prey. At the ape-man’s second call. Tantor, the elephant, ceased his feeding and listened.

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Ponderously, the elephant moved in upon the scene. Wise with the sagacity of his kind, Tantor knew at once what was happening. He saw his friend Tarzan, lying motionless upon the ground and the lions as they turned to face Tantor’s unexpected menace.

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