Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 148, Indianapolis, Marion County, 31 October 1933 — Page 13

OCT. 31, 1933.

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RF.GIX HFRf TODAY JOAN WARING, pretty Memphis girl. nd 808 WESTON son ol millionaire, meet in Memphis and fail In love. TTie v become estranged through the scheming <f BARBARA COURTNEY. *ho 1* trvlr.E to win Bob for herrelf. PAT WARING. Joan’s vounger sister. Is in an automob:> accident in ahlch JERRY FORRESTER, her escort, n killed Heartsick. Pa’ runs avav to New York Joan follows and begins a search for Pat and a search for a Job for herself Joan Is engaged as a masked singer in a right club Handsome BARNEY BLAKE, the owner, proves a steadfast friend Joan finds aPt very HI. I>iring Pat s convalescence, Joan and Barnev are drawn closer rogetner Joan, believing 800 is lost to her promises, to marry Barnev. Pat becomes Barney's secretary and soon her realises rna’ It Is Pat whom he loves instead of Joan But Pat Insist* ’hat Joan must not be hurt and so the #eliding plan’ go on Joan seeing Barney's unhappiness, thinks her Indifference Is the cause Bravely she suggest* an early marriage. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT (Continued! "Pat— ’’ began Joan wonderingly. "It's just that I’ll be lonely while you and Barney are gone.” said Pat from the dressing table, behind a big powder puff. "Six weeks will be gone before you realize it," Joan assured her. "Pat, dear, why don't you go home for a visit while were away?" No," said Pat brightly. “I’d rather not. "Don't worry about me! You know I'll find plenty of ways to amuse myself here.” Evidently Pat was herself again. The doorbell rang. “It’s probably Barney," said Joan, and turned from the window. "Let me," said Pat. and was of! like a flash. Joan heard her open the door and after a moment Barney's voice, "Well, what’s happened here?" “We’ve been shopping for Joan.” “For Joan?" “Buying her things, Barney. I thought you understood why I wanted the afternoon off." Joan did not hear Barney’s reply but when they were alone together later she said, "Barney, can you imagine Pat being uppset because we'll be leaving her?” "Leaving her?” queried Barney. “On our trip,” said Joan, wondering why she needed to explain. “Maybe we ll have to take Pat along with us.” "No!” said Barney. Joan looked at him, surprised. She had never heard his voice so vehement. She had been teasing him, of course. It was strange he had not understood that. Something had certainly gope wrong with Barney’s nerves. It was then that Joan made her decision. "Barney,” she said, “let's get married soon.” CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE"" BARNEY war. standing by the mantel one resting against it. When Joan spoke he looked up, his eyes meeting hers, unsmiling. "You mean you really want the wedding soon?” "I really do,” she told him, “without any fuss though, Barney. Couldn’t we just go to the Little Church Around the Corner and be married?” “Lots of people do.” said Barney. "Some of theme get it over with even less fuss by marrying in the clerk's office.” He had said, “get it over with!” Then he must suspect how she was fueling. Barney, who gave so generously and received so little in return. “I ll make it up to him.” Joan thought. "I'll never let him suspect. And some day I will have forgotten that I ever knew Bob. There'll be just Barney in my heart. Just Barney!” She was trying desperately to make herself believe all this was true. They were sitting on one of the divans, Barney’s arm around Joan, her head against his shoulder. "We could be married some afternoon—” _ "Tomorrow?” "No. I'm singing tomorrow night at that charity entertainment. Let's make it Friday afternoon.” "Friday's bad luck," said Barney. "I'm not afraid of bad luck. Nothing except good luck could come to me with you," Joan answered. Barney's voice was husky with emotion. "Don't be too sure. dear. I hope I'll never disappoint you.” a a a THUS, with plans for the two events Joan's bow to New York's elite at the Junior League affair and the quiet wedding to follow next day—the household was plunged into a bee hive of activity. Boxes continued to arrive at the Park avenue apartment. Barney,

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rushing down to the steamship office. secured the most desirable suite even at such a late hour. Somehow, Barney always seemed to get his way with every one. Pat, doing belated shopping, arrived at the apartment, looking like a little white ghost. Barney told her hotly, "Let the frills go! No use making yourself sick again. Joan can shop after she gets home.” Joan joined in the protest. “You mustn t, Pat," she said. “I have everything I could possibly need anyhow.” Barney was looking haggard and worn, Joan saw. Undoubtedly he had been working too hard lately. Joan forced herself to be very gay, refusing to listen to the doubts which were all too ready to spring up, unbidden, and plunge her into miserable uncertainty. Barney, restless, had decided to supervise the erection of the special setting in which Joan would appear at the charity entertainment. For her opening number there was to be an elaborate set with special lighting to be installed. Her costume was fashioned of green metallic cloth, molded to her slim form, with a band of the same material for her hair. The song was a fantastic bit about a mermaid who loved a sailor. The second song was an old favorite, a ballad. For this number she would wear a white frock of stiff organdy, trimmed with starched lace, and carry a quaint, prim bouquet of flowers. a a a JOAN was in her bedroom, trying on her costumes to be sure they were as they should be. Kate Smith, watching from her seat on one side of the bed, said, “There’ll be more millionaires In that crowd tonight, than you could shake a stick at! They’ll all be bowing and clapping for you, Joan. Singing in the smart world must be pretty grand!” The smart world. Bob Weston's world. Excitement leaped up in Joan’s heart at the thought. ‘‘You're looking beautiful tonight,” Barney's mother tdld her. “It’s this dress,” Joan laughed. “It looks like green ice. Aren’t the scales realistic?” “Yes. you're a good-looking fish,” Kate told her. The maid from the cabaret lifted the glittering frock over Joan’s head then and replaced jt on the hanger. Pat, who had slipped into the room quietly, said. “Barney’s here and horribly impatient. He says it’s time to start, Joan.” “There’s no hurry.” said Mrs. Blake. "Plenty of time. Joan, you must do something about Barney’s nerves.” “Tell him I’ll be ready in two minutes,” Joan told Pat. Turning away from the others, she smiled faintly. Tomorrow and tomorrow —all the tomorrows she would be thinking of Barney. But not tonight. Tonight she would be singing in Bob's world. “Quite a place, isn’t it?” Barney was saying as his car, merging with a stream of others, passed through the tall, iron gates. “Why any one should want to live in a museum, though, is beyond me, ’he went on. “There's an immense ball room and they’re converted one end into a regular stage. Floor lights and even small boxes at the sides to give an authentic theatrical setting. In your honor, Miss Joan Waring. Why, Joan! You're trembling. You’re not frightened, are you?” a a a “'VTO- Just excited," she told him. L Y Oh, she was glad Barney did not know how excited she was, how her heart was beating! She was being silly, of course. With hundreds of other places to spend the evening there was no reason at all why Bob Weston should choose a charity benefit. Just because he went with the Junior League crowd, because he had attended such an affair in Memphis, there was no reason to believe he would be in the audience tonight. They were inside now, standing in a long, wide hall. Joan's first quick glance took in rich rugs, tapestries, statuary. A bewildering array of them. Then suddenly she felt more at home, noting the fine old portraits on the W’alls, the mellow woodwork and, beyond, booklined library walls. Barney was saying softly, "Don’t get stage fright. As if any of the people here really matter to you!” (To Be Continued)

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The girl was completely terrified after her "wild experience through the air. At first she did not see Tarzan. She looked all around the circle of apes, shrinking. At last her wide-eyed gaze fell upon the ape-man. She gave a gasp and, after a moment, went slowly toward him.

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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