Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 155, Indianapolis, Marion County, 8 November 1933 — Page 17

NOV. 8. 1933

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CHAPTER THIRTY -FIVE 'Con.) "When my ship corner in!" How many times as a little girl had Joan heard that phrase! But it had been a long time now, with recurring disappointments and hardships, since the old, optimistic tone had been in Mrs. Warlng’s voice. Joan looked at her mother, patiently paring potatoes, and thought of Barbara Courtney on a beautiful yacht at sea. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX IT was Bob s father who broke the news. -Confound that boy of mine!” he said to Barbara. “He wants to turn the boat around and head for home.’’ “But Mr. Weston!” Barbara exclaimed. I thought you said we re to keep him away a long time! I thought you said it would be good for him!” “I’ve changed m y mind about that,” the man said dryly. “I’ve decided Bob may find a cure for his moodiness at home—a permanent cure.” He couldn't resist letting the satisfaction he felt show in his tone. Ii rbara’s face hardened. Suddenly, with the sense of defeat weighing upon her, she cast diplomacy to the winds. “I can’t say I’m surprised at anything Bob might do, she retorted, “after the way he has neglected me on this trip.” “But Dan Maxwell hasn't neglected you,” Mr. Weston said quietly. Shaken by disappointment, raging inwardly, Barbara fled to her cabin and wept. She locked the door and would admit no one during the afternoon, nor did she appear at dinner. The maid, bringing a tempting tray, found her with swollen eyes and flushed cheeks. Barbara said she was having a touch of sea-sick-ness, but the maid had seen the results of rage and disappointment before and was not deceived. It was the hardest blow Barbara ever had known. For once her self-confidence was thoroughly shattered. She had come so close to her heart’s desire and then lost it all—to a little nobody! Barbara had not a doubt that Bob was rushing back to Joan Waring. He had seemed changed since the day they had seen Joan’s sister in Havana. Bob had gone to the table where Pat and the man with her were sitting. When he returned he had told Barbara that the couple were on their honeymoon. It seemed quite unimportant to her but Bob had been terribly excited about this news for some reason. Next morning, Barbara w r as out on deck with all traces of the emotional storm erased. She wore one of her most becoming outfits and she was gay and smiling. She tried all the old tricks with Bob—flattery, wistfulness and unhappiness. But he showed little interest. He was attentive and courteous but wrapped in thoughts that shut Barbara out completely. Soon she began playing up to Dan Maxwell, hoping the others would consider her a consistent coquette. Barbara couldn't beur the thought that they might be smiling over defeat—even worse, pitying her. a a a CAPTAIN ERIC was almost as pleased as Bob when the Windward" made her way into New York harbor. The return trip, with the restless young man aboard, had taxed the captain's resources. Never had he seen such impatience over the gradual diminishing of distance. "We’re making good time,” the older man had growled when, for what seemed the hundredth time, Bob asked how long it would be before they were in. Bob laughed. He knew he was being an infernal nuisance. It was dark when he said good-by to the captain. Barbara had refused Bobs offer to drive her home. She had recovered her composure and told hint sweetly that Sue Willis and Dan were taking her to her aunt's. She added tjiat she might see Bob next day and thanked him for the perfectly delightful trip. “So long, cap,” Bob said, smiling. “Next time I'll try to be a better passenger." "Planning to bring that other girl along?” “I'm off this minute to ask her.” Ha would have liked to shout the glad news from the housetops. He had planned exactly what he would do. He would find Joan, tuck her arm In his masterfully, and set off to buy the marriage license. If Joan had some foolish notions about waiting he had a hundred unan-

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I swerable arguments to prove that she was wrong. After they were married he would ! tell her all that was in his heart. She would forgive him for his headstrong foolishness, he was sure. And he would spend the rest of ! his life trying to make up for all : the unhappiness and pain his arro- ! gance and lack of faith had brought her. Joan was so wonderful! So sweet and noble and brave and enchanting. Everything was right with the world since Bob had had that brief talk in Havana with Pat and : Barney. The taxicab stopped at the Park avenue addres. Bob leaped out and entered the building. At the apart- ' ment door he lifted the knocker ; with steady, certain fingers. He i waited with the calmness of a man who has found the magic password to happiness. A maid answered. “Miss Waring?” she repeated. “No, she isn’t here. She's gone to Memphis.” Bob turned away, soberly. But it was only for a moment. Immediately he was planning to surmount this obstacle. Where would be the nearest place to get an air line time table? a b a JOAN walked home slowly. She had spent the afternoon with Sara, her sister-in-law, who was knitting a boucle suit and insisted on teaching Joan how. Sara was an efficient and very proud young housewife. She took Joan through her home, the second tour of inspection since Joan’s arrival. Sara was determined that the other girl should not miss a single one of the comforts and conveniences of the new’ house. Despite Joan’s success in New York, despite the excitement of her life there, she had not managed to marry. To Sara this fact spelled failure. If a girl couldn’t get a husband for herself what did it matter how pretty and talented she was? A career—no matter how’ spectacular—w’as, after all, a poor substitute for a home. Joan was In a melancholy mood as she started homeward. She felt unutterably lonely on this golden September day. Crisp brow’n leaves showered dow r n about her and crackled under foot. . Fall—and the leaves w’ere dying. “The melancholy time of year ” ana ALL the days would be melancholy from now on, Joan thought. She would be taking her place among the women who went cheerfully about their w’ork, hiding from the world the fact that they loved and were unloved. She alw’ays would be like that because she could never marry without love. And her heart had been given to Bob Weston. Her heart would always be his. A taxi rattled past and came to a stop down the street. Joan, eyes down, thinking her own unhappy thoughts, did not glance up. Not until she heard her name called. She stood still then, staring at Bob, the radiance in her heart revealed in her luminous eyes. Her hands went out to him blindly. On the swift flight from New York, with the roaring of the airplane motor in his ears, Bob had thought of a thousand endearing things he would say to Joan. A thousand tendernesses to prove to her how deep and enduring his love was. But when he saw her there were no -words. Only his eyes meeting hers in that dazzled wonderment. His lips on hers. Joan’s arms about his shoulders. Her tears —and perhaps his—on his face. For a long moment they held each other close. These two alone —apart from the whole world! The time would come when they would talk of the past in the light of the joyous present. But not just yet. All the questions had been answered for both of them. “Let’s get married, Joan. Now!” Bob said. “Let’s,” she agreed huskily, happily. But it was Mrs. Waring who had the Anal word next day. She was reading aloud to Sara, Benny and Bill from the afternoon papers. “Mrs. Randolph Waring announces the marriage of her j daughter, Joan,” she read, “to Mr. Robert Weston of New York.” There was pride in the mother’s eyes, triumph in her voice. She paused, touching her handkerchief to her eyes. “Oh, children!” Mrs. Waring exclaimed. “Oh, I’m so happy—!” THE END,

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Jean, almost in tears as she ran down the bank toward the pool, exclaimed: ‘‘His head!” ’ She looked about the pool, but saw no signs of the ape-man. With growing anxiety she called: “Tarzan! Please come up!” Still no indication of him, she started into the water, half-sobbing: ‘'You’ll drown!”

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