Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 152, Indianapolis, Marion County, 4 November 1933 — Page 11

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CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO 'Con) When darkness came she went into the living room, bright with flowers. She turned on two of the shaded wall lights and they bathed the room in a mellow glow. She rearranged flowers in a tall silver vase. The room had an expectant, waiting air. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE MORE than once Joan moved toward the table where the telephone stood. It held a strange fascination for her. Presently the telephone would ring and she would hear Bob's voice saying, "Joan, I'm sorry." Or perhaps it would be merely Joan, I'm coming for you. Be ready, will you?" There were never any evasions with Bob. He scorned them. He would not say "Joan, may I come over?” when he knew that she was waiting for him. She glanced down at her wrist watch. Eight o'clock He was just finishing dinner. J There might be guests. She mustn't be so nervous, or impatient. She must wait! The telephone rang and she ran to answer it breathlessly. But it was only a reporter from a morning newspaper asking about Pat and Barney and about their marriage. Joan heard her voice, hard with disappointment, answering, "But there aren't any more facts. It's all been in the papers already.” She was trembling when she put down the telephone. At 8:30, Mrs. Blake suggested that they go out to a movie. She spoke casually, as though happiness were not trembling in the balance for Joan. All the king's horses could not have moved Joan from the vicinity of that telephone. At 9 o’clock the living room which had worn such a gay, expectant air drooped forlornly, like a woman deserted by her lover. Joan could not bear the thought the silence suggested. Bob must be coming! Her heart pounded at the thought. Os course, he would come. She couldn’t *doubt that he loved her, remembering the light in his eyes, remembering his stormy response to her whisper, "You found me!” a a a AFTER a while Joan made a decision bravely. She would telephone Bob. Too much unhappiness had come about through pride and conventionality. She would say. "Bob, please come. I can't bear it if you don't.” He would come then and they would talk over everything. All the foolish little things of which estrangement had been built would topple like a house of cards. She found the number and dialed it. Somewhere in that big home the ring of a telephone was shattering the stillness. A voice answered and she heard her own voice speaking. Then “Mr. Robert Weston has left New York.” A dreadful pause, "How long will he be away?” "I couldn't say. miss. He has gone on a yacht cruise.” "A yacht cruise!” Joan stared at the telephone, not seeing it clearly. After a while she went into her bedroom, closed the door and began, mechanically, to undress. In bed. she pressed her face against the pillow. Fighting hard against the sobs that clutched at her throat, smothering them in her pillow. After a while, she gave herself over to her desolation, crying deeply, passionately, allowing the bitter tears to come unheeded. Bob was not coming. Not ever! He had gone on a yacht cruise. Perhaps at that very moment he was dancing on a brightly lighted ship deck with Barbara Courtney. tt st a TWO amazing things had happened in the Waring home. A long letter had come from Joan, telling all about Pat's marriage to Barney. And an hour later a telegram was delivered which read: "Arrive tonight. Meet me. Love. Joan.” Mrs. Waring was ready to accept Joan's explanation about the romantic triangle. Joan had written sketchily, briefly about her own romance with Barney. The whole affair had lacked reality and definiteness. Now all that was changed. Mrs. Waring was gLad to think of her little Pat safely, happily married! Pat had "done well* wonderfully ttell, according to Joans descriptions. Barney Blake was a successful young business man, attractive and well educated.

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Mrs. Waring's eyes were suffused with tenderness and pride. But what about Joan? Joan was coming home after making such a success with her singing Pat had written all about that. Pat had said that Joan was a sensation, that every one was talking about her voice. Mrs. Waring was sure people in Memphis should know what wonderful things Joan had done. She really felt that a civic reception committee with the mayor presenting the key to the city, would not be too much for her daughter. In the Waring home there w’as a bustle of excited preparations. The embroidered bedspread which had been made when Mrs. Waring’s eyes were younger and had been used only for very special occasions was brought from the scented depths of an old-fashioned cedar chest. The floor of Joan’s room was given an ex ra shine with the oiled mop and the garden was shorn of most of the late summer blooms. A blue vase which Joan prized was filled with blossoms and placed on the table near the window. A mild, sweet wind stirred ruffled curtains. At last. Mrs Waring stepped back, surveying the bedroom. “It looks sweet enough for anybody,” she decided, satisfied. BUB T'vOWNSTAIRS she found Stella, busy at cake-making, perspiration standing out on her good-na-tured, brown face A spicy aroma was in the air. Stella, a little awed by Mrs. Waring's tales of Joan’s triumphs, had undertaken to show the full extent of her culinary talent in honor of “Miss Joan.” Stella had done the marketing and the chickens Mrs. Waring had spoken of had miraculously become turkey. There w'ere to be five vegetables, a salad, home-made ice cream, and—as a final triumph—a huge white cake. As Stella enumerated all this Mrs. Waring gasped. But she was pleased to have Stella enter into the spirit of the occasion. “They don’t have real food in New York restaurants," Stella said. "That child’s hungry.” She added, "Mis’ Waring, I was reading the cards today. The first thing I turned up two cards—queen of clubs that’s the light-headed young man who was here for dinner one night.” Mr. Waring smiled, but shook her head. Stella meant Robert Weston. Mrs. Waring had not thought of him for a long while. Bob had passed completely from the picture. Joan must have forgotten him a long time before. “It’s train time, Benny,” Mrs. Waring called. “I’m ready.” Benny put his head in the door, his unruly hair smoothed down by extra brushing. His mother smiled at him. She was eager to see Joan when her eyes fell upon Benny, looking so much stronger. It would make Joan so happy to see Benny walking toward her with his shoulders back, his face tanned from being out of doors. B B B THEY found Bill and Sara at the station, waiting for them. "You’ll never guess who just passed by,” Sara said. "Dick Thornton and his bride! They were married this afternon and are leaving on a two weeks’ honeymoon.” “Dick married!” Mrs. Waring exclaimed. "Yes. I told him Joan was coming in on the New York train and he said to give her his regards. The girl he married is a cute little thing but really not in Joan’s class.” Mrs. Waring was silent. Dick Thornton had been so constant, so devoted to Joan for years. Somehow she had counted on a renewal of that romance now that Joan was coming home. Disappointment clouded for a moment her excitement ever her daughter’s homecoming. “Joan’s been foolish,” Sara was saying complacently. "Men don’t hang on without encouragement while girls play around and have careers. There’s always some other girl waiting to grab a good catch like Dick.” "Joan probably wouldn’t have looked at him,” Mrs. Waring said. But her spirits were dampened. Dick was one of the town’s most promising young doctors. "Well, if Joan doesn’t look out she’ll be an old maid,” Sara replied. (To Be Continued)

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They were not bushes at all, but brancnes which had been held up as a form of camouflage by two of the little pin-head savages that the safari had met once before. The two little men looked off at the safari, without a word. Then one of them grunted something to the other.

—By Ahern

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

A little monkey, perched on a tree limb, near her, bent forward and looked down. She finished removing her second boot and stocking, rose and began unbuttoning her now sleeveless shirt. The monkey commenced to chatter excitedly. Jean looked up, smiling in his direction. Suddenly she started.

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