Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 184, Indianapolis, Marion County, 12 December 1933 — Page 19

DEC. 12, 1933.

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BY LOU WEDEMAR (Copyright. 1933, by The Time*) Editor's Note The narrative, "Black Hawk,” a thrilling story of life in Indianapolis, is purely fiction and its leading characters exist only in the author’s imagination. a a a SYNOPSIS Black Hak. whose ':gn is the winged death's head, demands evacuation of cen'ra! Indiana He has bombed the po'roft.rr and attempted to destroy union s’a'ion. Robert Martvne, wealthy Indianapoll* major of the milfiarv intelligence, assigned to the case, is in love with Ava Breen. Ava. a* her father's Insistence, is betrothed *o Lionel St. George. Indianapolis scientist. Mr Breen disappears His body Is found tr. White river with a note In hit-. Docket from B.ack Haw k. When Black Hawk tlirea'er.s to des-Toy the Fall creek bridges. Major Martyne goes sip In a plans and drives the attacker off :n a night machine gun battle. Axa Is kidnaped. CHAPTPR EIGHTEEN < Continued) "But who are you—-really, I moan?” "Thoy call me the Phantom of Indiana. Let that do for now. When, in a few days, your friends have admitted defeat —under public pressure—and give us our new kingdom, then I shall deserve the name of Black Hawk! And you shall be the bride of Black Hawk.” O B tt THE strain drew from Ava a burst of almost hysterical laughter. "Marry you—marry you after what you have done?” she cried. "Killed my father—beaten the man I love ” "Now to business,” he continued. "There is some information I want from you.” "What information?” "About Major Martyne. Will you answer a few questions about him?” "I don’t want to talk about him,” Ava responded. "But you must talk about him! I want to know where he keeps his secret documents.” "I—l don’t know.” “You refuse to talk,” he said grimly. "Then you shall stay here as my prisoner until you do speak.” ana CHAPTER NINETEEN DOLLY BREEN, playing on the lawn in front of a modest residence on Central avenue, thought nothing of it when an automobile truck passed for the second time in fifteen minutes. She had been lonely in the Breen home in Indianapolis, and here she had friends. Her attention was fully occupied. Neither did she notice a man with rather long hair standing across the street, apparently encaged in nothing more than looking at the scenery. Yet that man had rushed from the downtown section for her sake. Wilfred Beaumont, suffering from a sense of having been sat upon, had continued his prowling about the streets of Indianapolis at all hours, ever since his release from police headquarters. Although he had determined to hitch-hike back to Greenwich Village, starting on the first warm day, he was extremely desirous first of contributing to the solution of the Black Hawk mystery. Ava Breen was the only attractive girl he had happened to see in Indianapolis, and he was ever one to pay tribute to beauty in whatever way was possible. So. that Thursday noon, when he had chanced to pass two persons whispering in the doorway of Keith's theater, he had been all attention. For the words that he heard were, "Dolly Breen.” That could mean no one but Ava’s young sister, to Beaumont’s

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romantic mind. He resolved to look further Into the matter. nan O TROLLIN’ G casually past the door, he looked at the men who \ had been whispering. They were rather dark-skinned, he thought; but perhaps they had just returned from a summer in the country. At any rate, they were quite inconspicuous. No one else was looking at them, not even a traffic policeman a few feet away. They were dressed in civilian clothes—ordinary business dress, so far as Beaumont could tell. While it seemed silly to pay any further attention to them—there might be a dozen Dolly Breens in Indianapolis—they came out, looked around casually, and mounted the seat of a light, bakery truck standing at the curb in front of the the--1 ater. Now, there was one other thing I that Beaumont -had noticed in the previous few minutes. That was that the man who had driven that truck up to the curb, and crossed the street to the small restaurant, was entirely different in appearance from the two men who now sat behind the dashboard. So Wilfred Beaumont climbed in the back door of the truck and hid behind a shelful of bread. a a a THE bakery truck circled once more past the yard in which Dolly Breen was playing. Then it stopped and a man got out, "Come here, little girl,” he said. Dolly ran over to him obediently. "We have some cakes in the car for you.” He held out his hand to her. Dolly, instinctively suspicious, drew back. "No!” she said. The men grabbed her wrist. "Come on! I won’t hurt you!” He was dragging her into the truck, despite her screams, when a long-haired man, yelling loudly for help, leaped upon him. From the restful interior of the house a policeman ran at full speed. He had been guarding Dolly, but had grown weary of inactivity, and had taken up a point of vantage whence he could not be seen. He had his revolver out, but the : would-be kidnaper waited for a moment. Releasing the girl, he ! drew a long-bladed hunting knife i from under his coat and plunged it into Beaumont’s breast. Then he [ leaped aboard the truck and it sped I away. a a a 808 heard of the attack a quarter of an hour later, and disI patched a trusted postal inspector | to the house. i In addition to the Dolly Breen j Bob had had plenty on his ; mind. Black Hawk had been silent since Ava had disappeared. The silence boded no good for Indianapolis and Central Indiana. After thinking it over that afternoon, Bob had come to a desperate : conclusion. “Brown,” he said to the sergeant who had been working with him t constantly, “there’s only one thing I left for me to do. We've got to know 1 what Black Hawk is up to. He must ibe communicating with his men, j and we can’t get an inkling of it.” “The suspense Is bad, I’ll admit, j But what can we do?” "Here’s what I’ve decided. I’m going to arm myself to the teeth, hoping that one or the other of my guns won't be found. Then I’n going to leave this hopeless in- ! vestigation to people who can do it better than I can.” "You mean—?” "I mean I’m going out and try | to get kidnaped by Black Hawk!” j ' And then?” “It'll be Black Hawk or I!” (To Be Continued)

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As Tarzan gave the word to his elephant to move on. he turned to order the one on which Jean and Holt sat, to follow. It was then that he saw blood oozing from a great wound in his elephant's side where a large arrow was deeply Imbedded.

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The two elephants started after the herd, returning toward the jungle. The one carrying Jean and Holt took the lead as Tarzan’s elephant slowed down. Tarzan looked around, worried. He gave a cry, whereupon the whole herd stopped.

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Jean looked back, saying to Holt: “He’s stopped them. Something’s wrong.” Tarzan had leaped off his elephant as it stumbled to its knees. With a tremendous pull, he wrenched out the poisoned arrow from the animal’s side and shook his head, thoughtfully.

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Jean and Holt watched him intently. “Tarzan, what is it?” called Jean. “Oh, he’s wounded,” she exclaimed as Tarzan threw the arrow away. There was a restless, disturbed feeling evident among the other elephants and Tarzan again shook his head, looking worried.

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