Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 150, Indianapolis, Marion County, 2 November 1933 — Page 21

NOV. 2. 1933

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JOAV WARING pr*Uy Memphis if.rl, *nd 808 WEBTON, *or< of a miilionair*. aw: in M •: ; ; and fa:; in !ov* They ftecofr.e a'rar -rri through the aehemins of BARBARA COURTNEY, who Is trying to win Bob for hr elf. Joan goet to New York *o *-*r<h for Pat her ssfer who ha* run away after an -unhappy 10-<• affair Joan is hired as a masked singer a* a night club. Be'.s- ing Bob 1* lost to her Joan becomes engaged to BARNEY BLAKE owner of the right club. Pa reappears and becomes Barney's sesretarv It la not long before he realises he loves Pat instead of Joan. Joan sings at a prr ate fashionable ei tertalnmenl arid discover! she is in B’ u i home Bob recognizes her voice. B>ra :se of her agitation. Joan leaves before her Anal encore Botv follows m his car. He goes to the night club and asks Barney for Joan's addre = ' Barney- refuses to give it to him Angered, Bob leaves. He return to plead his cause again and learr.s Barney has gene home. CHAPTER THIRTY cCon.) Bobs lips set grimly and he curs-d. The wait seemed interminable. Then the light changed and he was flashing in and out amone the swiftly moving vehicles. He saw a blue roadster ahead gained on it, but found it occupied by a middle-aged couple. The blue roadster he was seeking was nowhere in sight. Perhaps it was following another road. He thought of the Jigsaw’ then At the night club an employe told him the manager would probably drop in some time during the evening. Would he wait? Bob said that he would. Barney arrived shortly afterward, and Bob introduced himself. So this well turned out young man was Bob Weston! To Barney, the name stood for the Weston Mills rather than the Weston millions. It stood for vachft and automobiles, a string of horses and all the other appendages of great wealth. Yet this goodlooking. clean-cut chap lacked the show-off manner. He seemed unspoiled. “Sit down,” said Barney cordially. Bob, sizing up Barney, decided that, the Jigsaw owner lacked the earmarks of the general run of fellow’s who catered to pleasure seekers. He believed he could like this fellow. He came directly to the :oint: “Mr. Blake, will you give me the address of the masked girl who sang in my home tonight?” “Your home?” Barney lit a cigaret. So this fellow’ was like the rest of the gilded group, imagining the plans of others could be upset to gratify their personal whims. He was disappointed. Bob Weston, in a masher role, was less appealing. "I didn't know she was in your home,” Barney said easily. “Stupid of me! Miss Wetherington gave me the address of the place and didn't mention whose home it was.” a a a 808 brushed this aside impatiently. “I'll give you my word that I wont disclose her identity,” he promised. “Perhaps you think I'm asking a great deal, but this is not a whim. It is really important!” “That’s what they all say," Barney answered easily. “Surely you must see how absurd such a request is! You're not the first man who has tried to learn who the masked singer is. Why in heaven’s name j should I tell you?” Bob got to his feet. He was furi- : ous at the implication in the w’ords “That's what they all say.” At the | same time he realized the nightclub : owner might be justified in his stand. “You mean you won’t tell me?” “I don't think I could put it in plainer words.” “Then I'll find out some other way.” “New’ York is a large place,” Barney smiled and added politely, “Is there anything else I can do for you?” “Thanks. Not a damn thing,” Bob told him. He left the club, got into his car and drove aimlessly for twenty minutes. letting his anger cool. Os course the chap had his own interests to consider. Bob decided he had gone about the whole thing undiplomatically. Acting like a kid. He would go back, lay the cards on the table and tell Blake that he was in love with Joan and had allowed a foolish misunderstanding to separate them. Suddenly he remembered what Barbara had said. She had intimated that there was some sort of affair between the masked singer and the Jigsaw’ ow’ner. “Oh, Bob, don’t be 1890!” Barbara's tone had implied a good deal more than her words. The same employe told Bob when he entered the night club

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j again that Barney had gone to his home. But it was absolutely Imperative | to know Joan’s address that night! Bob felt that he could not possibly wait until the next day. He decided to go to Blake’s home He would catch him before he retired or, if necessary, wake him. (CHAPTEER THIRTY-ONEj Joan heard the knock on the door. She had changed to a simple shortsleeved house frock. The costume she had worn on the stage—and during that hasty drive home—lay where she had dropped it on the bed. Her slippers were on the floor | where she had kicked them. A | forlorn Cinderella had returned i from the ball. Realizing sleep was impossible, Joan had decided to unpack a mis- | celianeous assortment of boxes that j cluttered up the room. After a while she gave up the task, letting j her thoughts drift as they w’ould. She sat at the window and looked out. She had been in Bob's home, | a beautiful home mellow’ed by years, ! over which the gracious presence of i his ancestors seemed to brood. She j had climbed the stairs he must have mounted hundreds of times. She i had seen him, too: been so near that she could note the changing expressions on his face. She had sung to him. Wrapped in hor thoughts, Joan ! scarcely heeded the knocking at the living room door until it became in- | sistent. It W’as Barney probably, i He had been w’orried by her nervousness, disturbed because she could give no explanation of her Strange manner. Joan rose and opened the door. For a moment there was silence. Joan saw a light leap into Bob's eyes and then die suddenly. He stared blankly at her. “Come in, Bob.” Such a trite way to greet him w’hen there was such rapture in her heart. a a a HE came into the room, shutting the door behind him. “You found me,” said Joan unsteadily. “Yes." said Bob. His voice was hoarse. “I wish to God I hadn’t!” He was still standing, staring at her with dark concentration. Joan thought he looked drunk. Yet she w r as sure he had not been drinking. He looked ill. Something w’as certainly wrong. “What’s the matter, Bob?” she asked gently. He did not answer. He caught her by the wrists, held her away from him w’hile he studied her face. Suddenly he laughed and pulled her into his arms. Between fierce kisses on her lips Joan w’as whispering, “It’s been so long. I couldn’t bear it. Bob! Do you really love me?” Without answering he flung her from him violently. “Now go back to him!” he said hoarsely. Ho was gone then, running down the stairs. Joan stood w’here he had left her, amazed, bewildered. What had Bob meant? He had discovered that she was the masked . singer. Perhaps he had heard that j Barney w ? as in love with her. Maybe [ their marriage plans had leaked out. j Their marriage plans! Still shak- ! en by the memory of Bob’s kisses, ! only one thought remained clear to j her. She could not marry Barney j now’ that she knew Bob loved her. j Bob had been sw’ept by some terrible emotion. Jealousy or rage. Nevertheless he loved her. That thought was singing through her agitation, a w’inged shaft of light through the dark unhappiness that had enveloped her for so long. She must tell Barney in the morning. No, she must tell him tonight. She had been planning to cheat Barney and herself. Now, whatever came—even if she never saw Bob again—she could not marry Barney. She called the number and after a long moment heard his voice: “Yes. Joan, what is it? Are you ill?” "Barney, something’s happened. Can you come ?” She heard the click of the telephone which meant, she knew, that Barney would be on his way. Dear, dependable Barney! He w’as like the rock cf Gibraltar, a bulwark of strength. Like a hand always waiting to help her. tt a a IN the mirror above the console | table she saw a shining-eyed i creature. A flame had leaped up in her heart, transforming the passive sober-eyed girl of an hour befor into a creature of glowing radiance. (To Be Continued!

OUR BOARDING HOUSE

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TARZAN THE APE MAN

The stern discipline Holt was forced to use upon the rebellious natives was necessary 7, and proved effective. Without further trouble, though still murmuring in undertones, the safari boys started off again. Holt walked up to Parker, now stumbling wearily, and asked: ‘All right, Parker?'’

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THE INDIANAPOLIS TEVIES

“Yes, I'm all right,’’ answered the older man, not looking around. “Got to get on,” he added, stumbling and looking ahead. At last they came again to Tarzan's tree-home where, once before, after stealing Jean, the ape-man had hidden her.

—By Ahern

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They themselves around the base of the tree, holding their guns ready, and looked up at Tarzan's hut. Cautiously, Riano climbed up the tree. Reaching the shelter, he looked timidly in. Then, turning his head, he called down: “Nothing here, Bwana!”

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

“Look around inside,’’ Holt sharply called up from the base of the tree. Riano disappeared into the shelter. After a moment he crawled out, holding a small object in his hand. Bwana, I find something!” he called down. “All right!" answered Holt, sharply. “Drop it here!”

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