Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 151, Indianapolis, Marion County, 3 November 1933 — Page 31

NOV. 3, 1933_

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CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE <Con > Barney was at the door then. It seemed such a short time since her call that he must have dropped out of the sky. Barney, disheveled and bare-headed. "My God. Joan, what is it? Has anythin* happened to Pat?” "Pat," Joan repeated, weakly "Why no Barney ” And then, as Barney sank weakly in a chair hiding his face with his hands, light flooded Joan's mind. "Oh, Barney, dear! Why didn't you tell me?” He looked up, smiling a little in embarrassment. There was relief in his eyes. "Lord, but you gave me a turn! I though that Pat ” "You and Pat in love—and not telling me!" Joan murmured. She sat down beside him "Oh, Barney, what you must have been through! And Pat too!” Her words wer<“ broken off suddenly at the memory of Pat sobbing in the night. Pat's wan face as she went doggedly, bravely through trying days. Joan, what’s happened?” Barney asked. “You mean you really don't mind about, us?” Joan told him then about Bob. Barney groaned. "I get dumber every’ day!” he said. "Weston came to me for your address tonight and I wouldn't give it to him. You see, Joan, I thought he was just a rich rounder looking for another thrill.” That explained it all. Bob for some reason must have interpreted Barney’s refusal to mean that he was in love with her. “I'll call him tomorrow and explain,” Barney promised. "No, he'll come back. He was just excited,” Joan said. Loving each other as they did, what could possibly keep them apart? Now that she and Bob both knew W’hat was in each other's heart. "Are you sure?" "Sure.” Joan said and meaning it She had never been so happy. "You and Pat—” She went back to the subject engrossing him. “I can t see why you didn't tell me. Didn't you know you were cheating?" And then Joan had the grace to blush. Barney said, "We were a pair, of saps, I guess." Bum r ¥”'HE door opened and Pat, envel- -- oped in a bright lounging robe, stood regarding them. "What." she began, “could you all be talking about at this hour?” "About heaven," said Barney, tenderly opening his arms. Pat,without question and reading assurance in his happy eyes, flew to him and was gathered into his arms. "And angels,” whispered Barney, his lips against Pat's bright hair. Joan said, tears in her eyes, "Bless you, my children!,” She went on, "Barney, now that you've changed brides just before your wedding, don't you think Pat should be getting her beauty sleep? In the five seconds while I turn my back you may tell her you love her." "As if I didn't know," came Pat's happy voice, muffled against Barney's coat. Joan went to her room and sat down by the window again. The lights which had seemed so cold and hard a short while ago nowglowed warmly, twinkling gayly at her. The radiance in her heart was spreading, enveloping the w’orld! "Mrs. Robert Weston." She whis- , "red the words to herself. It had n:>en meant to be from the beginning. All the pain had been so useless. On a romantic impulse, Joan went to her desk and wrote the pame, then caught the little w’hite square of paper against her heart. Pat. coming into the room quietly, switched on the light. "Joan, I though you w’ould be in bed ” "I couldn’t sleep." Joan said softly. “I'm too happy.” "And me!" said Pat. her face illumined. "Oh. Joan. I cant believe I'm the one getting married tomorrow!" Joan was glad it w’as Pat who was to be married tomorrow’ —to Barney. She was sure the same time tomorrow would bring Bob back to her. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO MORE than one driver cursed Bob Weston freely as he swung the gray roadster in and out of traffic. Miraculously, through some mechanical agility that had nothing whatever to do with conscious effort. Bob avoided each impending collision. A dozen times he skirted the edge of disaster. Streets and intersections flashed by in orderly sequence but he did not recognize them. They were part of a topsy-turvy world, a scheme awry from Bob's viewpoint. Now’ he knew that, despite doubts and disappointments, he had always set Joan apart from other women. Only to find that she *was common clay after all, pitifully frail and human! She Was wearing a mask, exploited and glorified like some cheap. Intriguing show girl. There could be but one interpretation of Joan's presence in that luxurious apartment. She was living there as Mrs. Barney Blake. Bob assured himself that he would put her out of his life now, utterly and completely. From now on he and Joan would go their separate ways. He would never think of her again The picture of her as he had seen her a short time ago—a little girl in a simple dress with her sweet, mobile mouth and wide, blue eyes—he would wipe from his memory forever. But he could not forget the way she had responded to his kisses, the way she had whispered. "Do you love me. Bob?" What could it mean except that she was willing to cheat this other man who had taken her so far along her ambitious way? Bob let himself into the great hall of his home and mounted the stairs. A light was burning in his father's room and the door was slightly aiar. ‘That you. Bob?" his father called. “Yes, sir." The older man was propped up in bed. pillows behind his back and a book in his hand. “Sorry I dashed away In such a hurry. Dad.” Bob said. "It was rather hard on Barbara. I suppose you had a reason, though." “I did. Or thought I did. Nothing in the world seemed quite so important." The older man waited Then Bob w’ent on. "The masked singer was Joan Waring. Dad." "Joan Waring?" “Don't you remember—the girl you warned me against in Memphis?”

"Yes, I remember,” his father said, shocked by the despair on his son's face. Perhaps I was wrong. Bob. She is very beautiful and she has a lovely voice. Perhaps I was too hasty in my judgment.” a a a TOO hasty! Bob could have laughed. Instead he looked steadily at his father, without answering. The bitterness in his eyes was plain. i - Well, there's Barbara,” his father said, his voice unusually gentle. He was thinking that he would have given a great deal to spare his tall, handsome son the pain of disillusionment. ‘She's a fine girl.” "Yes. Barbara's all right,” Bob said without enthusiasm. After a moment he added. "It would please you if I married her, wouldn’t it, Dad?” "Id like to see you happy and settled. Young people are like colts* Bob. Part breeding, part being put through their paces early. Barbara comes from a good family and she’s had the right training." "I suppose that counts,” Bob said wearily. He added, "Well, you win, Dad. Just give me a little time, won’t you?” "Os course. I’ve been thinking I’d like a little trip somewhere. Perhaps a cruise to Havana. I was looking ove* - the yacht yesterday and it's ready to sail on an hour’s notice. How about coming with me?” Glad to! When can we leave?" “Tomorrow afternoon Does that suit you?” "Perfectly. And—thanks, Dad." His' father was watching him keenly. "I didn't know this affair with—Joan had gone so far,” he said. "If I had, I might not have been so ready with advice.” “Don t worry,” Bob told him. "I’ll be all right!” He went on to his room, thinking indulgently how obvious had been his father’s efforts to make things easier for him. Pretending he had planned this cruise for some time! Well, there was no way to get beyond parental devotion. And his father was one in a million. After he was along again Mr. Weston reached for the telephone beside his bed and called a number. a a u fj'RIDAY morning came. It proved to be the strangest, mast unaccountable day in all Joan's 20 years. And she was sure, being honest with herself, that it was to be one of the happiest days she had known, too. She felt free. No more compulsion, no more doing this and that under the pricks of conscience. She had never been more light hearted than she was as she packed she pretty clothes bought for herself into Pat's steamer trunk. "Joan, you're sure you don’t mind?” Pat demanded in one of her impetuous rushes across the room. It was hard for Pat to realize what had happened, hard for her to believe that Joan actually didn't want to marry Barney, just as Barney did not want to marry Joan. Then there was the matter of persuading Mrs. Blake, who had heard the explanation in complete bewilderment, that this was not mere caprices or the result of misunderstanding. it was even harder to convince Barney’s stepmother that, of all three young people, none were happier over the outcome than Joan. You see. Mrs. Blake, Joan loves another man,” Pat explained. But this other man had little substance. He was almost a myth in the light of Mrs. Blake’s practical reasoning. If Joan loved him sc> much why wasn't he there? Barney and Pat were married just before noon. They did not wire Mrs. Waring. Joan had promised to write her mother as soon as the steamer sailed, to write voluminously ana explain everything, a wire would only have left. Mrs. Waring confused and troubled. They had luncheon at a flowerdecked table in the corner of a hotel dining room. Those around them had only to look at Barney and Pat to know that this was a gala affair. 800 THERE were nearly two hours before sailing time, and Barney suggested a drive. They passed the New York Yacht. Club basin with its jumble of sea craft. Pat’s gaze was caught by a group of young people about to board a private yacht She called Barney’s attention to the gay group and, with his attention diverted, they almost collided with a long black limousine, shooting past. There were two men in the back seat of the black car. If they stopped a moment they would have seen the men—a tail, blond young fellow and a gravhaired man—join the crowd boarding the yacht. But Joan was talking to Mrs. Blake and Pat's eyes were only for Barney. A little later. Joan and Mrs. Blake stood on the pier m the milling crowd. Everywhere there were happy, excited voices, the flurry of departure. Good-bys wre being said, baggage carried aboard. Barney and Pat stood at the rail of the big liner, looking down on Joan and Mrs. Blake. Barney was beaming and proud. Pat’s eyes were shining. "Goodby. Well write." Barney promised. “You know you won't!” Mrs. Bl 4 ke chided, smiling. "Then we'll cable.” "Happy voyage!" called Joan. And then Barney was waving and the fluttering of Pat’s handkerchief joined hundreds of others Slowly the little tug boats eased the liner out into mid-stream. Slowlv tne liner turned heading toward the sea. "Well be lonely." Mrs. Blake said. "We’ll miss them,” Joan replied, guiding Barney's car through the thick traffic. She was thinking that she wouldn't be lonely. Never again! Perhaps even now a telephone call from Bob was waiting for her at the apartment. The afternoon newspapers would be sure to have a story about Pat's and Barney's marriage. Bob would see it. Anyway, by now he must have reasoned things out and realized that there was no cause for his foolish jealousy. But no call was waiting for Joan when she arrived. She refused to allow that to depress her. She filled the afternoon with attempts at reading, wrote a long leter to her mother, and busied herself about the apartment. (To Be CoaUnneiL)

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The men looked up expectantly while holt called to Riano, in Tarzan's vacant tree-home. Obeying, the black dropped something down which Holt caught In his hand as it fell. Examining it, Holt said sadly: “Only a button from Jean's coat.”

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bearing dully at the button, the girl's father, almost worn out, said: “She c,an't have gone far— I'll call,” and raising his voice he cried weakly: “J-E-A-N!” After a couple of seconds, an echo replied "J-E-A-N!” Parker, starting, exclaimed: "What was that?”

—By Ahern

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

‘ out, John —we've got to find the child!” Jean 3 father cried, turning desperately to his young friend. "Parker,” said Holt, grimly, "I promise you we’ll find her if we have to cut down this whole cursed jungle!” And turning to the safari's headman, he ordered sharply: "Get them started, Ri*no!”

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