Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 161, Indianapolis, Marion County, 15 November 1934 — Page 25

NOV. 15, 193-f.

'WE LIVE AGAIN'

Adapted from the famous story, ‘'Resurrection” by Tolstoy, "We Live Again,” is a Samuel Gold icy n film production, co-starring for the first time Anna Sten and Fredric March, and trill open tomorrow at Loew's Palace. m m m WRIT HA* HtrrtMD RE.FORC P . • Und ol Kit ustia Mu.ori, • • tm- p****nt girl. ** . , Cf itsre*t P ans for economic ;rt -:• *.r<l on ail *id* No on* . about the** nw * . P * limitrt Ivanocitclt. tn* .*r o! *.ne !rm on viticb r,l who had been us with her When the Prtnc* ► c er.aM bach from achool. after at* he and Katuaha bad fallen in r# but * ,oe Prince nad to *o to th* •. MH lM M MM i c* ct.on But joroetnin* told K.- . ha call it intuition if you will—r .r.creaiolT beaut.ful idyll *aa VOW GO ON WITH THE STOHY CHAPTER THREE epo trip man in the army life Is X a different thing than life on a email f.irm where he Is the master. And in an existence where the next day may bnng a battle —and death —no one is di posed to waste the few precious moments he has for rapture in thought on the ills of n..inland So the Moscow apartment of Dmitri Ivanovitch the pi :.***d a very different picture than the apartment o; Dmitri Ivanovitch. the lover of humanity The portrait of Kail Marx gave wav to a semi-draped weman and books were used to set thin champagne glasses on. But one day. while his rrgiment wa harshly quelling a rebellion of peasants in the south of Russia, because they complained with what to the Czar was monstrous arlorance, that they were dying off of starvation. Dmitri stopped for a night at his old house, where he once had loved Katusha with all h. bovish heart. His aunts greeted him with broad smiles, seeing from hi- slightlv dissipated look he had become the romp.ete prince and had dropped thoue dangerous sociological ideas. The younig pnnee was almost Imnir diately hustled off to church by hi- two severe aunts. During the service. Dmitri's ey n s wandered nd the stately church and almost inadt* rtentlv his eves Jell on Katusha, wearing a white dress, and humble on her knees before her , God That night, after his aunts had gene to bed. Dmitri sat in his room. garet after cigaret. Finally paipablv nervous, he left his room, and walked down the broad stairs of his ancestral home into the J warm nicht. He looked back at the house. Every room was dark but one— Katusha's. He retraced his steps back to the house and up to the window of Katusha s room. He peered in, and softly called tp her. The cirl came to the window, and was silent, looking into the eyes of the only man .she loved—the only mar., she knew, she would ever love. "Are you glad to see me?” he whispered. "Os course,” she murmured, "but we cant talk here ' "Let's take a walk.” he suggested "Oh. no! I couldn't. It's too late.” • It may be a long time before we see each other again," he said. soflty. * • No.” she said, afraid, “we must talk here, like this." "Please. Katusha.” he begged. id and half eager. Katusha stt ppod over the low ledge of the window and went with him. "Do you remember our tree?” he said. She smiled, and her smile brough* back memories to both of them. "Let's go there now.” he said. She shook her head a little, shivering. "No. It's too cold there. And—” she looked up at the sky—"itV clouding up ... *

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”... I have It.’’ he suddenly said. “Come!" He half pulled her into the con- , servatory of the house. "Dmitri” the girl said, “we I shouldn t do this ” ”Why not? When two people love each other, why shouldn't they oe together?” m m m KATUSHA looked at him sorrowfully. "You talk of love .. . Remember when you said every summer would be beautiful because we'd be together? Now, two summers have passed. . . "Don't scold me. darling. I know I should have written. But I didn't. You once loved me—don't you now?” He looked at her anxiously, but Katusha remained silent. She held back a little. “No, Dmitri,” she said. "No, please don't.” * Katusha. the army is not child’s play. I may be hurt, perhaps even killed. And any way. it's you who has changed, not I. I'm what I was —every bit as much in love with you as when I left here. But it’s you who's forgotten me.” "O, Dmitri." she whispered. “I’ve never done anything but remember you." How can you say such a thing!” He kissed her again, and she softened. In the morning. Dmitri stole out before any one in the house was awake. Hr left two letters: One for his aunts, saving he was called away unexpectedly. The other was for Katusha. It was brought to her. as she lay in troubled sleep in her room She opened the envelope which bore her name. Inside was a hundred rouble note. There was no message. The letter burned her hand, and she wept softly, as wind in the rain. A hundred roubles. Thirty pieces of silver. Life and death are cheap in Russia. What does the fate of one peasant mean in a land almost too vast for the human mind to comprehend? And. too. there was a reward for the good after death. Kindness and warmth was somewhere in some sanctuary riding high in the heaven. So when Katusha’s child died, after a feeble attempt at life, through her piercing sorrow shone a kind of poignant relief. One less soul to suffer, she thought, pathetically.

HER “aunts” had thrown her out of the house when they learned she was with child. The tiny village drew up its proud nose, and scorned the peasant Katusha. Only one man, the kindly Petrov, was good to her. "Ach, Katuslia,” he said. "If I give you work. I lose all my customers. Conventionalities are too strong.” Later, he spoke to her again. "Dear Katusha,” Ije said, “why don’t you go to Moscow. It is a large town ... no one there will know who you are. You can make a fresh start." So Katusha Maslova, child of peasants, child of sorrow, to Moscow. She tramped up and down its cold streets. Leaning against the wind and walking slowly through the snow toward her she saw a man. Absently. she watched him approach. "Hello, sweetheart,” he purred, "are you all alone?” Katusha didn't answer. The man rubbed his hands. “Well, liemchen, watdva say we go somewhere, where it’s warm and snug, and we can be alone ...” Katusha took a deep breath. Her past raced before her; the future iay ahead —? "Will you give me something to eat?” she asked, softly. The man boomed. “I'll give you anything you want, baby. I’ll give you anything ou want.” She turned and walked beside him. (To Be Continued!

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TARZAN AM) THE CITY OF GOLD

•Name of Thoos!” cried the keeper; “it is the lion—dead, stabbed!” “The Galla slave earned no weapon,” sa:d Pindes thoughtfully, “but the stranger did," a keeper reminded him. “Whoever killed the lion must have fought it hand to hand," reflected Pmdes, aloud.

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“Then he must be lying dead or wounded nearby, master.” “Search for him,” directed Pindes. While they hunted for the stranger, whom they believed was surely dead, Xerstle was drawing near with Gemnon. The latter trusted neither Xerstls nor Pmdts now.

—By Ahern

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He commenced to suspect, too, that he and Tarzan had been deliberately separated for sinister purposes. He was walking a little behind Xerstle and the keepers at the time; he felt a hand upon his shoulder and wheeled about; there stood Tarzan smiling.

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

Xerstle turned at the sound of Gemnon’s voic* asking, “Where did you drop from?” and. chagrined, saw that Tarzan was alive and unhurt. Tho plot had failed! He dreaded to think what Erot. hi* superior, would do to him, and already his fertile brain was seeking another scheme.

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