Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 154, Indianapolis, Marion County, 7 November 1933 — Page 15

NOV. 7, 1933

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CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR 'Con.) The second day they visited the tropical gardens and the cathedral. In the morning. Bob had accompanied Barbara on a shopping expedition, watching with amusement the duels of wit in which she usually came out victor. In the afternoon they sat in a case, famous for its cuisine and wines. Barbara lamented the fact that Americans were monopolizing the place, so that the foreign flavor was missing. “Lots of these Americans are here for the races." Bob said. An attractive blond girl entered Just then with an escort. The head waiter led them to a table in a comer Bob saw the two and stared openly! And the man with her was Barney Blake. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE ONE thing marred Mrs. Waring's happiness during the days that followed Joan's return home. That was the way in which her daughter refused to be paraded before their friends. Mrs. Waring would have liked to walk along Main street and about the stores, having people stare, thinking of Joan’s success and glamorous adventures in New York. The mother's triumphant manner was like a banner proclaiming, “This is my daughter. She has been Ringing at the most popular night club in New York!” She could not have been prouder if Joan had sung at the Metropolitan. But Joan refused to be “shown off.” She had come home wearing the same suit she had worn when she departed. There was an unimpressive array of frocks in the closet of her bedroom. The beautiful costumes she had worn when she sang had been packed in a heavier trunk to come later. There was nothing whatever about Joan's appearance to suggest the brilliance and glitter of the life which had so recently enveloped her. She was content to sit at home, preferring to be there. She had drifted easily into the homely round of duties and seemed to find pleasure in such mild excitement as challenging Benny to a game of croquet, going to the library with him. attending a movie or discussing household plans with Mrs. Waring and Sara, her sister-in-law. Happy as she was to have her daughter at home, Mrs. Waring unconsciously sighed for a little of the reflected glory she thought might rightfully have been hers. a a a THEN, too, .Joan flatly refused to capitalize her accomplishments. She had declared her intentions of staying home “forever and ever.” She had said this fervently, almost childishly. She would find some work here in Memphis, she declared, perhaps teaching a class of vocal students. “Well, there's nothing like striking while the iron is hot,” her mother counseled wisely. “You wouldn’t have any trouble getting pupils now while everybody is talking about you.” “No,” Joan said. "I hate that, Mother. I don’t want pupils who are just curious to see what I look like! In a-month no one will even remember that I've been away. Then I'll organize my class.” This attitude was beyond Mrs. Waring's comprehension. Things were hard enough in this world without deliberately setting out to make them harder! But if Joan persisted in this course, Mrs. Waring found vicarious thrills in reading Pat’s first letter. It was filled with extravagant phrases. Pat sent a glowing account of the sea voyage, beginning with the first night on the ship when the captain had invited Pat and Barney to sit at his table. There were interesting people on the boat—a fabulously rich Indian prince; a gray-haired, distinguished foreign counsel; a charming woman whose husband had developed the resources of some of the more remote islands; some attractive English people; and a movie star who thought she was traveling incognito. Always and inevitably Pat's lavish adjectives led up to Barney, who was simply perfect. Pat wrote that she loved the ship, the deck sports at which they spent their mornings, the lazy afternoons on the cool, wind-swept decks, and the glamorous nights when she wore pretty frocks and was sure that all the other women aboard envied her as they saw' her dancing with Barney. The enthusiasm that was so characteristic of Pat colored every word of the incoherent but vivid account.

- THIS CURIOUS WORLD -

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j *~vNE morning Joan and Benny finished a game of tennis at Beauregard court and started home, i “Let's stop for something cool to drink,” said Benny, the victor. He I was highly gratified over the out- ! come of the game because Joan had put up a good fight, j She agreed, always eager to fall ; in with his plans. Benny was himself these days. If the long months j in New York had brought nothing ' but pain to Joan they had at least i brought happiness to Pat and health ! to Benny. Waiting for their drinks to be served, they watched automobiles arriving and pulling away from the curb. Joan recognized several of the young people. A green roadster pulled into position and suddenly Joan found herself staring into the eyes of Carol , Sheridan. Carol’s gaze met Joan's 1 coldly. Then suddenly she smiled. “How are you, Joan?” she asked. “Very well, thank you.” “Have you heard the news about Barbara? Isn’t it marvelous” Joan waited. She could not have spoken just then if her life depended on it. The other girl, missing nothing of Joan's agitation, went on easily. “Perhaps you didn’t know, but Bob Weston is giving a yachting party. They’re in Havana now. Barbara’s in the crowd, naturally, and she wrote her mother that they're havj ing the mast thrilling time! Isn’t Barbara the luckiest girl you ever | heard of?” "Yes,” said Joan slowly. “She is.” Carol turned to her companion then. Joan drank the limeade | quickly, scarcely conscious of w’hat ' she was doing. So Barbara and Bob were cruis- | ing the West Indies! Well’ she had ! knowm that before Carol told her. Why should the news torture her j so? Why should she even be interested? “Let’s go home,” Joan said suddenly. Her voice sounded strained and unnatural. “Okay,” Benny agreed cheerfully. a a a HE was talking about what a pretty boulevard Belvedere | was and about the yellow' brick i house on the hill. He would like, | he said, to live in a house with i gables. They looked interesting, j Joan answered absently. After a while Benny said, “That girl was talking about Mr. Weston, wasn’t she?” “Yes.” “Is Barbara Courtney the girl she ! meant?” “Yes.” "I shouldn't think he would care anything about her.” “Why, Benny! You don’t even know her!” “Oh, I’ve seen her picture lots of times.” Joan hesitated. Then she asked, “Why don’t you think he would like her?” “Because,” answered Benny, “he knows you.” She laughed but there were tears in her eyes. Benny, with his absurd loyalty! How dear and good they were at home and how wrong it was of her to trouble them as she had. Even Benny was trying to bring j balm to her wounds. She should | get back to work immediately, without waisting more time. Her hands seemed strangely empty these days. Now that Benny was well there was no tempting trays to be prepared, no sick bed to be sheeted and aired, and no frail youngster to be bundled into a big chair and wheeled out into the sunshine. The house was kept so immaculate that it required little of her time to set it in daily order. And when she entered the kitchen her | mother rebelled. a a a ET right out of this kitchen,” vJ Mrs. Waring would scold, j “Haven't I turned the rest of the house over to you, Joan? No, you I can't help me. There’s nothing for | you to do here. Go on in the living room and sing some of your songs.” When Jean and Benny reached the house they found their mother in the kitchen with the inevitable pan of potatoes before her. “Joan,” she insisted, “There’s nothing for you to do here. Did you sing that pretty song for Benny —the one that sounds like water running over a fall?” Mrs. Waring had never seen a 1 waterfall except in the movies. Nevertheless, travel-starved and loving beauty with all the passion of a nature that had been denied it, she had imagined such scenes many times. I (To Be Continued)

OUR BOARDING HOUSE

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FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS

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WASHINGTON TUBBS II

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BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES

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TARZAN THE APE MAN

Aghast at what she believed Tarztn's foolhardiness as he gave vent to Ills animal spirits by swinging and turning over the tree limb a dozen times, Jean said, when he jumped back to where she stood: "I suppose you know you'll make your head worse.’’

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Tarzan grinned, gocd-humoredly: "Head!" “Yes,” she said, impatiently, tapping her own head. “Your head! Head!—that thick bit under your hair, that’s your head." Tarzan, understanding, putting his hand up. echoed: “Head!” His hand encountered the bandage around his forehead.

—By Ahern

OUT OUR WAY

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At once he ripped it off and threw it away, looking pleased with himself. Protesting, distressed, and looking at her now sleeveless shirt, Jean said: “Oh, dear! And I haven’t any more bandages!” Tarzan began doing acrobatics among the tree branches once more—showing off.

•—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

Jean called to him, anxiously: “Tarzan! I'm. not amused—not a bit amused." Tarzan swayed dizzily and almost lost his hold on the tree, but he only grinned and shook his head. Watching his near-fall, Jean said, with an “I told you so" voice: “You see! You’re dizzy. You'll fall—”

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