Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 170, Indianapolis, Marion County, 26 November 1934 — Page 17

NOV. 26, 1934

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RI'.IV HRI Toll % V Abb Hr- pr*:*v m 4 29 mil* th , r-Bw iJaai Or. ihf <sv of the *!* * you x man **oppeß tv motor xn .b > f ■** •* Arr flr.ii aw r r. • r.<s • r -'* plate a note *.;,* P K err fr.rr.B.v •* .-ft Wran * si*© it,; ■ ed at t.-, .itiran Sr.' Tony V . r roirr rc;a art.'* -.ad atirar'ad r-. r. .it -.r,uxh Sarah *wrn* her that Tor.y : Sc tie and Irreapontlhic. V. *r. Sarah u Arc to there her a;, t *,-• Ar.r. acre'. sh spend* the NOW 1.0 ON WITH THE ITOtT chap: lr four. nrONY ad You'll have lo come over to my place. I'll g,>e you the g ,• t room. hrh is all the room I have, and I’ll fold up on the rug outside the door." ‘Gallant of you." said Ann. “but I have a bettor plan. Lets call information" “ gal. Now, why didn’t I think of that?" 7hey went into a diug store and Ann waited anxiously whi'e Tony L hed a nickel from his pocket and mane the call. B it even Tony’s persuasive voice couldn't accomplish the impossible. No luck," he .naid. frowning. "We might try the you moved from. Ann." ‘They wouldn't know there b©cau e Sarah sent for my trunk, why not try your friend, John MacDonald?" This proved an inspiration. Tony cursed himself for all kinds of an , idiot because he hadn't thought of it before. It was 2 30 when Sarah, with a , dressing gown draped about her, i opened the door and stared with s.erpy eyes at Ann and Tony. ‘ Hello, Ann. Come in, Tony. You might as well stav for breakfast.” i “No, thanks. I m running along. 1 Sarah, why in hell don’t you have j a telephone?" "Give me time, young man,” said j Sarah. "The telephone people don’t ( move as fast as you do.” i m terribly sorry about the mixup,” Ann said. "We finally thought of calling your friend." “ I'm glad somebody’s mind was working. When I got Tony's message I left my new address, in case you might ea.l back at the library." "We didn't think about the address until later," Ann said. "And we had a great time," Tony j said. "Yes, I know. Tell me about it some other time. Ann. I would have i calk'd police, but. knowing you were I with Tony, I was sure nothing could pussibly happen.” "No sarcasm, please." put in Tony. “C< <>d night, Ann. If anybody asks me. I'll tell ’em you're a good gai and svril sport.” “You’ve a nice disposition, your- J self Anybody else would have called me a dumbbell for not having Sarah’s address." “You were just plain goopy. But I never did like women with brains.” ”H re. heir!” from Sarah. “If you two are ;<>uig to make love on my j doorstep at 3 o'clock I won't stay! to h ar you.” A she opened the door she heard Tony say. “Betcha you didn't know Ann is for Angelica.’ And I didn’t J get that out of an atiquet book.” Tlie door banged behind Sarah. ) In the ten minutes before she fell ] asleep she could hear their low * voices. Sarah's last waking thought l was. "Well, I warned her. If she falls for that line now she has no one to blame but herself.” a a a ONE day, a month later. Ann was summoned to the private office of Mr. Griffin, the chief librarian. "Sit down. Miss Hollister,” he began formally. Ann waited, wondering. Perhaps her work had not been satisfactory. ’’Ever hear of the Kendalls?" Mr. Griffin asked. “No.” “Humph. How long have you been here?” “About two months." “Well, of course, you couldn't have learned much about our city in that time. The Kendall dynasty has en- . dured around here lor more years than most people can remember, j The present head of the family is old Peter Kendall. He lives at Kendallwood, where his mam factory located. “We are planning to open a branch there, beginning in a small way. As we are not In position tej build at present, we hope to use |

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pat© .none of the buildings there. We have found a location that is s ."able but Mr. Kendall has refused to rent It. Why? Doesn't he want his employes to have advantages?” “Yes. he's rather a philanthropic sort He wants them to have advantages he can give them. And as he didn't happen to think of a 11o:ary. he isn t enthusiastic about the plan.” Ann wondered what she could have to do with this affair. The chi r f librarian read the question in her eyes. He continued: Miss Dean will open the branch. Bit fir t we must persuade Mr. K< ncall to let us open it. You've been selected to go out tomorrow to see him at his home.” "What could I do?” Ann asked, amazed.*Sa:an K* nt has a very good opinion of you. She thinks that ift‘*r Mr. Kendadll talks with you, he'll end by endowing the place.” Ann smiled. “I’m afraid I’ve been over-rated, but I'll be glad to try.” “That s the spirit. Miss Dean will give you some suggestions.” "When do I go?” “Tomorrow afternoon at 2. We’ve rented a roadster for you, since Kenriallwood is abou t twenty-five miles out. I hope you will succeed. Mr. Kendall is a hard man to see.” Shortly after 2 the next afternoon Ann was driving along the highway that kd to Kendallwood. In her modish blue suit, with a ! mail blue hat set at an angle on her bright hair, she looked like a fortunate young woman with nothing to do but hunt pleasure in a shining little car. She didn t particularly care for this job. Trying to persuade an ob’ina’e old man to change his mind. It was too much like asking favors. Os course there was a difference. Tnis was something requiring courage and wit and an interest in others. That gave it dignity. a a a *”pHE night before Sarah had told Ann about the Kendalls. There was Mrs. James Kendall, daughter-in-law of old Peter Kendall, whose only interest seemed to be keeping the Kendall traditions inviolate and the Kendall fortune mtact. There was Millicent Kent all Heath tMrs. Jerry Heath), a .fair sort and a frequenter of lively parties. and there were Carol Kendall, current debutante, and her twin, Don. Then there w. ; Peter—- " The little rabbit that ran about in Mr. MacGregor’s garden,” Ann had laughed. Sarah had said, “No, he isn’t that sort.” Which had left Peter pretty much up in the air. With all the other members of the family indexed and catalogued Peter remained vague. Well then, Peter,” Ann thought, as she drove leisurely along, “you're tug and brown and rugged, with a shock of unruly dark hair and eyes that are red-rimmed from reading •m) many cynical things about women.’’ She drove past a large estate which, from the description, must be Mrs. James Kendall's home. It was about ten miles from the community. The house stood deep in trees and shrubs an enormous stone house, gleaming under the afternoon sun like a while jewel in the velvet green. Ann covered the next ten miles quickly and parked her car in front of the factory czar's hone. This was a big, old-fashiomd stone dwelling. Ann's ring was answered by a man servant who ushered her into :he hall. He took her card and said. Wait here, please. Miss. I’ll see if Mr. Kendall can see you." He op ncd a door and shut it behind him. Ann heard a deep growl: Ask her what in the devil she wants.” The words came plainly through an open transom. The servant returned. "Mr. Ken-dall-asked me to find out what you wish to see him about.” Ann hesitated. After a moment she said. “Tell him it’s about the branch library." The servant went inside, and spoke to the occupant of the room. Ann heard: “Tell her I don't care to discuss the matter. No, tell her I won t discuss it.” "Mr. Kendall is very sorry, miss,” the butler reported, “but he will be unable to discuss the matter with you.” (To Be Continued)

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FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS

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TARZAN AND THE CITY OF GOLD

When the Queen asked if Gemnon thought Dona beautiful. Tarzan answered lightly: '•Perhaps he does, but you know what love does to the eves of youth.” The Queen stepped toward him, "What do you think?" she demanded. "Is she as beautiful as Nemone?”

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"As the brilliance of a far star is to the brilliance of the sun,” he replied. The answer pleased Nemone. and she came closer still. She pressed against him, touching his bronzed shoulder. "Love me as I love you. Tarzan," she whispered, her voice husky with emotion.

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Suddenly the spell was broken by the' rattle of chains at the far end of the room. With a terrific roar, the lion Belthar sprang to his feet. Nemone shrank away from the ape-man with a strange expression—half anger, half fright. A light, almost of madness, glittered in her eyes.

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"It Js always something!” she said. "Belthar .a jealous. A strange bond links the life of that beast to mine. Sometimes I think he is myself in another form. But whether that is true or not, Tarzan, this I know: when Belthar dies, I die!”

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