Indianapolis Times, Volume 46, Number 174, Indianapolis, Marion County, 30 November 1934 — Page 35

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MOW Hr RE TODAY Ann HoMtnfwrtti. pretty *nd 30. arils the famllT •ntttuea to par debt* of her 1 lather, now dead . On the day of the aale a nap .man stopped by motor trouble. rnttipPip heT heme to telephone After he .'•tipMnn finds a blue vase miassng and to twVae# * note tuned "P K.” and ISO. Ann acta Arork as a librarian and becomes friendly with Sarah Kent, alto employed at the library. She meet* Tony Mickle, commercial artist, and la attracted bv him. though Sarah warn* her that Tony is fickle and Irresponsible. The chief librarian sends Ann to Interview old Peter Kendall factory owner, to obtain permission to open a branch library in KendaUwood. factory community Ann la unsuccessful, but on the way home she meets the youna man who stopped at her home in Oeorria. Thev talk. Later word cornea that Peter Kendall has agreed to the opening of the library. Ann see* the young man again in a nignt club and learns ne la Peter Kendall's grandson Peter Kendall II Leaving the night club. Ann sees Tony with Eileen Wallace MOW GO ON WITH THE STORY INSTALLMENT SEVEN (Continued! Unexpectedly Valeria returned to the attack. "You two seemed on very friendly terms." "Nice girl," Peter said. "Evidently you think so." m m m PETER turned. Valeria’s curved lips were compressed into a straight line. He knew she was angry. He threw an arm about her affectionately, pulling her head against his shoulder. "Sweetheart, don't tell me you're jealous.” "Don’t be silly, Peter. It’s only that it seemed queer for you to be interested in a girl you don’t know. "Who said I was interested?” "You aren't—not the slightest?” "Well, of course not, little idiot.” Peter’s tone was vehement. "Well, why didn’t you say so in the beginning?” Valeria lapsed in silence. Peter thought Valeria was tired, or in a thoughtful mood, not dreaming she was still wondering about Ann’s gay salute. He liked to think that back of Valeria’s vivacity was depth of character. Once the carefree days of his flarree’s girlhood were behind her hr was sure she would show the womanly qualities he had missed at times—missed in all the girls he knew. They didn’t realize that another side cf life existed—the side he saw sometimes when he was at Kendallwood talking to the men ' /ho worked in his grandfather’s immense factory. His grandfather assured him that workers in the Kendall factory were paid more than workers in any other factory nearby. Old Peter Kendall had equipped a large playground for the children and done many things to improve conditions for those who worked for him. “I’m going out to KendaUwood tomorrow, Valeria,” Peter said. “Want to drive out with me?” “Peter, dear, I’d love to, but I’ve been going so hard this week. I’m tired out.” "Another time, then,” Peter said. “Grandfather has been asking about you, Val.” “Give him my love,” she said sweetly. In the darkness her mouth set in petulant lines. Darn Peter! Spending so much time in that dirty factory town with that dull old man If he expected her to ride out the’, with him just any time the mood struck him, he’d learn better afur they were married. She’d teach Peter lots of things. They would play and travel and spend—spen', spend! CHAPTER VIII IN the entrance hall Valeria raised her lips for Peter's kiss. “Darling. I'm not letting you stay. I've simply got to get some sleep. You know I'm on that Junior League ticket sale. So you’ll have to rush along.” “I was going anyway,” Peter said. "You forget I'm a working man. It's after 2 o’clock.” "I do forget.” Valeria answered, “because there's no reason why you should be.” Peter said nothing. He and Valera had been over this same ground so many times. "Quixotic,” Valeria had called him. Well, she wasn’t really mature yet. Twenty-two years of ieing babied. He fought down the impatience he always felt when the question of continuing his work—the work for which he had been trained and about which he dreamed —came up between them. His only ally was his grandfather, who believed in men working. All the other members of the Kendall family were on Valeria's side. "Valeria's right.” his mother would say. “It’s absurd to wait until you

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finish the Willard job before you marry .** Every one agreed that It was foolish to wait until he completed his first big architectural job—the Willard building. Valeria didn’t want to wait to be married, yet she was unwilling to compromise by taking a brief trip to Florida as a honeymoon and then sailing for Europe after the work was completed. a a a VALERIA waited until she heard Peter's car moving off. Then she crossed the living room to the sun parlor. A man who had been lying on the lounge got to his feet. “Forty minutes late. I was about to walk out on you.” "I'm terriby sorry. Dirk, please— I'm punished!” She broke from his grasp and ran into her room. She was slipping out of the white crepe and getting into a flame-colored chiffon when her aunt entered the room. The chiffon was practically backless and closely fitted. Valeria remembered the look in Dirk Van Balen’s eyes when she had wom the dress last. “Valeria! Where are you going? It’s perfectly shameless, having late dates after Peter leaves." “Aunt Louise,” Valeria spoke coldly, “will you never realize I’m old enough to take care of myself?” “I don’t know whether you are or not. You’re running a big risk of losing Peter by playing around so much with Dirk.” “What' do you suggest?” Valeria turned from the mirror, facing her aunt with hostile eyes. “Do you think I should meet Dirk openly?” “Not if you’re in your right mind.” “That’s what I thought. Do ycu suppose Peter would like to go on a party at Dirk’s apartment—a party that probably will be breaking up about the time Peter’s coffee begins percolating?” Her aunt surveyed her, wearily. “Who will be there?” “The Forrest Brents, the Livingstons, Grace Hammill, Fred Lancaster, Dudley Fulton, Peg Walters, Dirk and I.” “A fine lot,’ her aunt said scornfully. “Do you think the Kendalls would countenance such people?” “What I do before I’m a Kendall is my own affair.” “You’ll probably never be one,” her aunt declared darkly. “What if Millicent hears something?” “It isn’t likely. If she does, she wouldn’t tattle. Millicent likes a good time herself. Bea darling, Auntie! Don’t talk as though you were a hundred.” “I feel older—worrying so.” “Don’t wait up for me, darling.” “Don’t worry. I’m going to bed.” Mrs. wainwright leaned back in the wing chair. She had been too easy with the child. There wasn’t a doubt in the world that her niece was outrageously spoiled, arrogant and reckicss. Valeria was crazy, running such a risk, going about with Dirk Van Balen, who was notorious for his recklessness, his drinking and gambling. tt tt U VALERIA slipped out of her eveing wrap and into Dirk's arms. After a long moment she asked, "Where are the others?” “They’ll be along presently. What do we care?” “I care. I can’t afford to be careless.” "Neither can I. You don’t suppose my reputation would be whitewashed by being seen about with you.” Valeria laughed. Their eyes met and held in amusement. They understood each other, saw through each other, but that did not lessen the dangerous attraction each held for the other. She turned, approving her surroundings—the fire blazing in the stone fireplace, th. - * ivory paneled walls, the irregular pattern of the floor, forming squares and triangles of red and black, the rich red damask at the windows. Presently, she knew, Dirk’s discreet, soft-voiced Chinese servant would appear with excellently blended drinks and ruby-colored wine glasses. Lying back in her chair, she appraised Dirk with half-closed eyes. He was not good-looking. His dark eyes were too small. His features were aquiline. He looked very neat on a tennis court, but she could never picture him playing football or pulling with a college boat crew, as Peter had. (To Be Continued)

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TARZAN AND THE CITY OF GOLD

After her fervent player to the lion-god Thoos, the Queen sank weakly to her golden throne, while the priests led the slave girl away. As she passsed the cage, the old lion leaped at her and pawed madly against the restraining bars. Silent and rigid, Nemone sat, staring at the caged beast.

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Suddeny a beam of light shone down into the cage from above, flooding the beast-god with its rays. The lion, which had been pacing restlessly, stopped and looked up, his jaws parted, saliva dripping from his jowls. Tarzan, half guessing what was about to happen, rose and started forward.

—By Ahern

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But whatever his intentions, he was too late to prevent the tragedy that followed instantly. Even as Tarzan arose, the body the slave girl dropped from above into the clutches of the lion. A single, piercing, human shriek punctuated the roars of the man-eater. Then-r-silence!

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

Tarzan turned away in anger and disgust from the human sacrifice, and sought fresh air outside the temple walls. Suddenly he heard his name called in a whisper. There was a warning in ths voice, so he gave no immediate sign of having heard; but what fateful message was he about to receive?

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