Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 153, Indianapolis, Marion County, 6 November 1933 — Page 15

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CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE (Con ) ' No girl a? pretty as Joan would ever be an old maid,” Benny spoke up with spirit. The laugh that followed broke a tension. And then they heard the train coming They saw Joan walking toward them, looking very smart ir. her blue suit. Looking thinner, too. And tired . CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR Bobs father had been afraid that the surprise he had in store for his son—a yachting party including fifteen young friends hastily gathered together by Barbara — might prove unwelcome. Mr. Weston was quite sure Bob would have preferred to make the trip without these companions but he was sure also that companionship was exactly what Bob needed. Hence, like a god physician, he went ahead with the cure for the malady, regardless of its bitter taste. If Bob were displeased at finding the group of guests waiting at the yacht basin there was no evidence of it in his face. He greeted them cordially, smiling at Barbaras enthusiastic, "Wasn’t Mr. Weston a perfect dear to think of this lovely trip?” But the days and nights at sea passed and Mr. Weston saw nothing in his son's manner to indicate that the romance between Bob and Barbara was progressing. During the afternoons, when the luxurious yacht was cutting the blue waters like a shining, clean j blade, Mr. Weston sat on deck, reading, but always conscious of the ! young people about him. Bob was proving himself the ideal | host. Outwardly he entered into games of deck tennis, shuffleboard and bridge. Barbara was never far away. Her arm was tucked companionably through his as they walked the deck. Or she would be leaning close to him as they bent over the rail, watching the flying fish that stabbed the shimmering waters, the porpoise rising suddenly and the gulls, wheeling in the silver spray. To Mr. Weston it seemed strange that Bob could be so blind to the girl’s charms. She was young, beautiful and spirited. And obviously she was devoted to Bob. They passed by Mr. Weston’s deck chair, Barbara clinging to Bob's arm as the deck swayed under the roll of the rough sea. She was wearing a jaunty white sports frock, a little white cap set sailor-fashion on one side of her head. She turned to the older man, raised one hand in salute and called. "Bob is helping me get my sea legs!” Later, Mr. Weston saw them again, a little withdrawn from the others and deep in conversation. He smiled with satisfaction. It would not be long now before the shadow would lift from Bob’s eyes. But when his son was offguard his eyes still were unsmiling and there was bitterness in the tight set of his mouth. “I'm an impatient old man," Mr. Weston thought unhappily. "Young people take disappointments to heart more than we oldsters, who have forgotten our romantic pangs, can realize.” bob BARBARA, trailing about in a filmy lace dress, was looking particularly lovely that night. Mr. Weston glanced about for his son but did not see him. He sat down again in his deck chair. The music, coming from a radio, stirred him pleasantly. A low moon was casting a soft glow on the dark waters. A night indeed for romance 1 Bob had slipped away from the others for a visit with Captain Eric. The old seaman, whose face had been bitten by the stinging spray of years, had commanded many hardy vessels, from clipper ships to ocean greyhounds. He had retired from active life when Bob’s father offered him the easy, luxurious past on the “windward.” In the past Bob often had tested the conversational powers of Captain Eric, eager for his stories of the old bass haulers and tackle men. of windless days at sea when sailing vessels were bound in lethargy under the tropic suns, and of fierce combats with waves mountain high, testing the stuff of which the gallant barks were made. But tonight Bob was not in a mood for stories. He seemed content to lie relaxed in his chair, with Captain Eric not far away, puffing on his pipe. “Funny what a lot of trouble one little rib has caused the men folk,” Captain Eric said suddenly, and saw Bob jump. When the young man made no reply the captain said gruffly,

- THIS CURIOUS WORLD -

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! When will you be bringing that other girl on the ‘Windward’ for a honeymoon trip?" “What other girl?” Bob asked. “The one who put the trouble in your eyes, son," said the older man quietly. “Captain Eric, you're a darned good seaman but you have too much imagination,” Bob told him. "That's my girl downstairs—the pretty redhead.” The captain shook his head as though in disbelief. “You can trust an old sailor to read signs,” he said. “There's no other girl for me,” Bob assured him. Barbara at the moment was dancing with Dan Maxwell and finding balm for her wounded vanity in this new conquest. Her eyes held a dangerous brightness. Her soft scarlet lips were lifted temptingly. Dan held her close ana said softly, “Sit out the rest of this dance with me, won’t you?" Barbara shook her head. Dan bent nearer and laid his lips against her hair. “Are you crazy?” she gasped, drawing away. “If you 'don’t want to be kissed here, then come outside in the moonlight,”’he whispered. “All right,” she said in a breathless voice. “Just a moment. Just to get a glimpse of the moonlight!” They went out on the deck which appeanl to be deserted. Barbara gave a hasty look up and down. One could not be too careful A'hen playing for big stakes. Dan drew her into the shadows, into his arms. After a moment she released herself, “Now' will you be good?” she asked in a low, laughing voice. ana TITHEN they had gone, a man * * arase stiffly from a steamer chair in the shadows. Mr. Weston went to his cabin and prepared for bed. Over and over he told himself that he was an old fool. There were no shy, sweet, old-fashioned girls any more. They w'ere all bold little flirts out for a good time, taking pleasure where they found it and accepting and giving kisses as carelessly as a “Good morning” or “Good evening.” He told himself it was absurd for him to feel that Barbara had betrayed a trust. Bob knocked on the door and then put his head in the room. “Youw’re not sick. Dad?” he asked. “Feeling fine,” came the gruff answer. “I’ve been talking to Captain Eric. Nobody seemed to know where you were when I came down. Sure you’re all right?” “Sure.” Then, “Oh, Bob—?” “Yes sir.” “You haven’t spoken to Barbara, have you? I mean—you haven’t asked her?” There w'as a pause. “Not yet,” Dad. Give me a little time.” “Take all the time you want. I think it’s an excellent idea. I’m a muddling old man, Bob—” “What in the world are you talking about?” “Are you sure that the other girl—?” “I’d rather not talk about it, if you don’t mind.” “Well, all right. Good night, Bob.” “Good night.” When the young man had disappeared Mr. Weston put out the light and sank into bed. Perhaps matters were not so bad as he had thought. After a while he fell into a troubled sleep. nan FROM the moment the “Windward" had elbowed for a place in picturesque Havana harbor and found it, every minute had been crowded with gayety Sight-seeing and dancing and dining. There was Morro Castle first. Then a drive along the famous Malecon and the laurel-shaded Prado, a trip through old Havana, lying against the harbor with its narrow streets and flat-topped houses. The girls in the party exclaimed about everything. Each new sight brought forth more extravagant adjectives. Bob smiled, wondering how often he would hear the same words before the tour ended. The big green car, driven by a Spanish chauffeur, whirled along the narrow streets, seeming to miss pedestrians only by inches and closely skirting the vegetable and fruit carts on either side. They bought dozens of roses and tossed coins prodigally to ragged little beggars. Bob handed a bill to an old woman. She lifted a face, browned by many suns, to shower blessings on him in voluble Spanish. (To Be Continued)

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TARZAN THE APE MAN

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The ape-man grinned as he swung down a little closer to Jean, moving a trifle uncertainly, as though he were dizzy. He settled himself on the limb above the girl and looked down at her. Jean stood looking at him incredulous and angry.

—By Ahern

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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