Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 159, Indianapolis, Marion County, 13 November 1934 — Page 17

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'WE LIVE AGAIN'

Adapted from the famous stoi /, “fie- nrectionby Tolstoy, ‘'U’c Li e Again,” is a Samuel Goldxcyn film production, co~Btarring for the first time Anna Sten and Frcdric March, and mill open Friday at Locic's Palace. CHAPTER ONE S“"PRING came that year like a living thu.g Rower* leaped U m the mellow, odorous earth; birds wuled in the blue clouds and came to earth to sing of the heaven they had seen. Old citizens that year nodded their heads. St • r T," they said, "never has Russia seen such a spring.” Spring Is an awakening, and in more than one way, Russia w'as av >kei ;ng. The czar, under whose f.< potic heel the greater part of R .a had trembled and been hed witho it a sound, was getting old. Some said he was going mad. And some—good men, who i lr no* of themselves, but of th* ir children and their children's and upon the czar’s deerepitude a a signal for work among th p>r and the dispossessed whose number were legion. I 1 s of charrv and kindliness, of d**m # Kracy and righteousness, were So it v s no airpn ing. that lo !y spring morning. in a small I rm to t o south of Moscow that th* hope of the lave, who feels the < v he w.li be freed is near, was in th<’ air. Thf sowers that year, those with the biggest backs and strongest shoulders, sang as they sowed. And if v i could have stood by the ide of a rieh black field that morning, you would have noticed one of tht sowers in particular. The sweep of her duty body, the clear tut of her head, the grace with which she scooped up the grain from her apron and threw it out. i like a cloud, must have caught your i: ha Maslova had been adopted by a princely house when she was a little girl; she had been br light up, almost a lady—but of course, not quite. So it was when her “superior." Matron Pavlovna ran up to her in the field that morning, her shrill i <pi. ting the still air. Katusha d.ri nor tun. The old woman grabbed her roughly. ■ What it is?” she asked, impatifi ’ly. in a low. melodious voice. “What are you doing in the field ?” wheezed the old woman. “I can." here to help. There was not’..!’*: more to do in the house.” “Oh!” cried Matrona Pavlovna. “y< U catch it! Look at you! What do ; u think he'll say when he sees you?” “He?—Who’s he?” *Oh V' i numbskull! The Prince! Pi : Dmitri Ivanovitcli! He's on hi w y here now.” A 1 .-k i t he ror struck Katusha’s fa. •. ■ I thought it was tomorrow!" cried, and dropping her grain, sin- ran pell-mell, very unlike the lady her “aunts” had wanted her to be • might into the big house, and way up to the attic room that was he: , and Matrona Pavlovna’s. lu i fury of excitement, she began to dress, pulling her long brown hair from her shoulders with one hand, and yanking off her and with another. StH heard a carriage arrive downstairs, but she knew she mustn't stop. a a a ON THE front porch of the house all the mansion's servants were lined up. each with a simple gift for the young master. One had a cabbage, another a platter of bread

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and salt, still another a basket of eggs. From each he took the gift, and smiled Prince Dmitri Ivanovitch turned to one of his aunts. Why,” he whispered, “do ihey give me food? They need it. I dont.” ‘ Shh." she said, “it's a custom. It's always done.” But.” the young man expostulated. “they're oppressed. They're *laves. They're not treated like human beings.” ‘Hush,” his aunt said, sternly, and knowing her young nephew's desire for '■ocialistic reform, made a brief speech declaring the prince was “tired, and needed rest” but he. His Highness’ thanks were evident.” And half-towing him up the stairs, she deposited him in the hall, just as Katusha. running wildly down the hau to get outside in time to meet the prince slipped and fell, to land, a ball of feminine loveliness at the prince s feet. ‘Katusha!” the aunts cried. "What is the matter with you!” Katusha leaped to her feet, opened her mouth and in delightfully naive tred out h f -r hearf-felt welcome to her master. "Welcome. Dmitri Ivanovitch. I wish you every happiness. May God grant you happiness—and long life . . and . . . er . . ,er happiness!" She stopped suddenly, and swallowed, blushed furiously, and then lauched. with all the abandon of a little girl. The prince had been staring at her. bewildered, not knowing who this sprite-like creature could be. “Katusha—” he began. “ —but no Why. my goodness! Why thus is •he most startling thing I’ve ever seen. I mean the way you've ehangfd! You've changed into a butterfly. A beautiful white and golden butterfly!” B B B KATUSHA nodded shyly at his . outburst, and then, always the servant, meekly retreated, leaving the astounded prince alone with his aunts. He turned to them. “I can’t get over her,” he cried, “she’s a raving beauty! why she's like some kind of dream —” ‘‘—You're not forgetting she's a servant girl, are you, Dmitri?” his aunt cut in, sharply. The boy shrugged his shoulders. What difference does that make?” The aunts looked at each other. “She's not to be treated as an equal.” 6ne of them said, severely. “Why not?” Dmitri asked, wonderinely. “we grew up together.” “That's over now, Dmitri,” the aunt said, half-gently. “You're both grown up. now. You’re not of ‘he same class—and you never will be. You must treat Katusha merely as a servant, Dmitri, and not as a friend.” “But that's cruel,” Dmitri cried. When Katusha and I were little we said we'd marry each other—that s how much we liked each other. Os course, I don't mean to many her. but I like her, and she's h person and so am I.” “I forbid you to see her,” one of the aunts said, frigidly. ‘ And I, too." offered the other. The boy looked at his feet, and his aunts stomped off, righteous and prim. He looked toward the door Katusha had gone through. His mile broadened into a laugh, and he shock his shoulders. Spring was in him, and spring—was in Katusha. The prince quickly walked to the (airway leading to his room. Only the harsh sound of the spurs—spurs meant to cut—sounded on marble steps as he climbed them. (To Be Continued.) Hirohito Views War Games Hu I nitrd l‘rr*n MAEBASHI, Japan. Nov. 13.—Under the eyes of their imperial ruler, Emperor Hirohito. the Japanese army concluded its autumn war games today in a severe mock battle in the | hill district between Takasaki and | Fujikura.

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As the hunting lion reached for the ape-man, Tarzan sprang tp one side and then in again, closing with the beast, leaping upon its back. With a hideous roar, the animal wheeled and sought to bury its fangs into bronzed body or reach it with those raking talons.

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It threw itself to right and left as the creature clinging to it drove a steel blade repeatedly into the already torn and bleeding side. The vitality and life tenacity of a lion are astounding; but even that mighty frame <-ould not long withstand the wounds already inflicted.

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Presently, it slumped to earth and died. Then the ape-man leaped to his feet. With one foot upon the carcass, Tarzan of the Apes raised his face to the leafy canopy of the Cathnean forest; and from his chest rolled the hideous victory cry of the bull ape which has killed.

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As the uncanny challenge reverberated down the forest, Pindes and the two keepers looked questioningly at one another and laid their hands on their weapons. ‘‘ln the name of Thoos! What was that? I never heard a sound so horrible before!” cried one lion keeper.

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