Indianapolis Times, Volume 47, Number 223, Indianapolis, Marion County, 26 November 1935 — Page 7

NOV. 26, 1930_

T'h * GOLDEN FEATHER by Robert Bruce

CHATTER THIRTY-NINE WHEN the big blue sedan whirled away from the En- | g!e s farm, Jean huddled in a. corner of the bark seat and stared straight, ahead of her, unseeing, her mind in a turmoil. Beside her, Eva Brady sat at ease, smoking a cigaret; in the other I corner Red leaned bark against the j cushions, a cigar gripped in his teeth, and kept his own counsel. The two men in the front seat 1 were silent,, also; and the car sped along over the road without a sound except for the hum of the j motor and the whistling of the wind about the body of the car. luey did not go through Midlothian. Instead, they turned to the left and headed north; not, as far as Jean could remember, in the direction either of Plainfield, the railroad junction point, or of Dover. The red-headed man had practi- j cally forced her to get into the car. ! He had said nothing except, "We’re going for a ride’’; of Sandy's; whereabouts she knew nothing, except, that he had "gone on ahead’’ with Mr. Lewis. Jean felt herself a prisoner; the red-headed man seemed a mon- | strous and enigmatic embodiment j of menace, with his expressionless j eyes of pale blue conveying an un- j spoken but irresistible threat. They rode for perhaps five miles before she managed to regain enough calm to speak. Then, her fists clenched in her lap, she turned j to her companions and asked, "Just where are we going?’’ Eve Brady cast a sidelong glance ! at her and smiled faintly. The redheaded man looked at her in mild surprise, and finally said, "Just j who w'nnts to know?’’ "I do.” He gave her another stare, sub- | tly derisive. "You'll find out when j we get there,” he said at last. "I want to know now. Are we ! going to Dovrr? I've got to get back. This —this isn't a joke, to me.” He gave a mild little sniff. "It's not a joke to anybody,” he ! said. "But lemme tell you this, j baby—and try to remember it.” He ] leaned across Eve Brady and I tapped Jean on the knee with a j massive fist. "Where we go, you j go. It's too late to back out now. j You’re in with us, and you stay in. j See?” Jean’s heart felt like a lump of i ice in her breast. She turned away | and stared out of the window. It I was also so incomprehensible! She! hear Eve say: "Oh, lay off of her, ; Red. She’s all right. As soon as i she sees Sandy again—” "Sandy?” said Red. "Oh. You | mean Oklahoma.” He chuckled, j and there was something in the i chuckle that Jean liked even less ' than she liked this forced auto trip.! "Oh. Well. Let her pipe down for j a while, then.” a a a '"pHEY rode on and on, skimming A over the concrete road with! effortless, unslackening speed; five j silent, persons, one bewildered and ! frightened and lost, the other four I grimly purposeful; and Jean hud- ! died in her corner, looking out at the fields and woods and farmhouses | and little towns that shot by them, j seeing nothing, unable to speak, i hardly conscious of the passing of j time. Noon came; a hot, blistering noon, with the sun beating down from a cloudless sky, and no wind to cool the air. They reached the great National Highway and turned to the , East, and for a moment Jean's heart I leaped up—Dover lay to the East, | and this road, she knew\ led to it. I But her joy was short-lived; for J after half an hour's travel the car j slowed down and swung to the North again over an unpaved road j that wound in and out through a j tangled stretch of woodland. A mile from the main highway I the road bore to the right, and a ; little lane continued on into the woods. The lane was nothing more j than parallel ruts in the soil, with ! the branches of the treps meeting j overhead and brushing against the j side of the car, but they followed it, the car Jolting heavily on the un- ! even surface. They went down into a little val- 1 ley, followed a brook for a hundred yards, then went up over a , hill, descended on the other side— j and, unexpectedly, came into a 10ecre clearing that faced a little lake. A large, rambling house in the ! architectural style of thp 1870s stood | near the water, surrounded by an ; unkempt, but spacious lawn. The j car pulled up beside what had evidently been a carriage house, years j ago. and stopped. The car doors j opened, and Jean automatically fol- ' lowed the others out. Eve took her arm as she got out, and cave it a little squeeze. "This isn't going to be so bad.” : she said gentiy. "Besides, Sandy's here, waiting for us.” They took their baggage and followed Red along a graveled path to the house. Jean looked at it curi- ; ously. Once it must have been a handsome country retreat —isolated, with neat lawns and gardens flanking the , little stretch of blue water and a ! belt of woodland surrounding it all. Now it looked gone to seed and dilapidated. The house, with its multiplicity of gables, its conical tower at one corner, its elaborate : fret-work on porch railings and its general air of mid-Victorian respect- j ability, had gone long unpainted. The gardens had been permitted j to grow up in weeds and rank grasses years ago, and the lawn needed care very badly. A little boathouse down at the edge of the lake had been allowed to collapse. ! and it leaned crazily awry, seemingly ready to fall over at a touch. ana AS JEAN noticed these things they reached the front of the house and went up a little flight of steps to a wide, sagging porch. They followed Red into the house, into the cool dusk of an inner hall; and then Jean found herself going up a flight of stairs and obediently following someone to a room. A door w;as opened, and a voice mumbled that she was to go on in; then the door closed behind her and she was alone. The room was in a side of the house overlooking the lane by which they had come: and it was furnished with an old-fashioned double bed. an equally old-fashioned dresser with a marble top, a vast chest of drawers and three horsehair chairs. She put her bag on j

the floor, opened a window, and looked out listlessly. She had no notion where she was or how long she vas to be there. She was quite obviously in the pow er of a dangerous man. who had .-aid that she war, "in with us” permanently. What did it all mean? What was going to happen to her? Looking down, Jean saw a familiar figure walking slowly toward the house from the outbuilding where they had left their car. She felt a sudden wave of relief. Sandy! He would make things right. She hurried downstairs, reaching the porch just as he did. He smiled in greeting and sank into a chair, still weak from his wound. She dropped into a chair beside him and leaned toward him. "Oh Sandy! I'm so glad you're here.” she cicd. "I’ve been soso frightened!” He raised his eyebrows. "Why? What’s the matter?” "Oh, it’s all so—so queer. This man Red made me get in the car and made me come—Sandy, you told me yesterday he'd promised to see that I got back to Dover today—” Sandy grinned and clasped his hands comfortably behind his head. What's the matter with this place?” he asked. "Nice and quiet and pleasant-like, isn’t it?” She looked at him in hurt surprise. "But Sandy, I can't stay here—” she began. He grinned ironically. "Oh, yes. you can, baby,” he said softly. "Oh, yes, you can.” a tt a TAUSK had come, and the silence that enfolded the queer, lonely house seemed to Jean to be oppressive and ominous. She stood at the border or the lake, beside the ruined boathouse, feeling more lost, more helpless, more frightened and more bewildered than she had ever expected to feel in her whole life. She virtually was a prisoner. This man Red and his satellites were—she knew' not what —something cruel, desperate and lawless, surely . . . and Sandy was no longer the frank, open-minded and attentive .lover of the old days. He refused to help her get away, laughed at her fears and scruples, and calmly took it for granted that her fortunes were tied to his now, irrevocably. Suddenly, on impulse, she turned and walked rapidly from the lake to the lane that led to the outer w'Orld, impelled by a despairing conviction that only by immediate flight eould she save herself. She stumbled on through the dusk, making a detour to avoid the carriage house, and plunging into the gloom of the lane when it entered the woods with a feeling of relief. It w'as pitch-dark under the trees. Branches and brambles caught at her dress. Her high-heeled slippers were worse than useless for travel over this uneven ground. Fear clutched her heart in an icy grip. Struggling in the dark was like racing over a treadmill, or running in a nightmare; yet she went on, stumbling, half-sobbing hysterically, conscious only of an overwhelming desire to get away from this place and these people, back to the old, safe, familiar world she had left—the world of people like her father, and Larry Glenn . . . and Bobby Wallace. A shadowy figure took shape in the darkness ahead of her. and the blinding light of a flashlight fell on her; and a harsh voice said, "Well, sister, where’re you going?” She came to a halt., almost paralyzed by fear. The man with the flashlight stepped up to her, and as he moved she could see the muzzle of an automatic shotgun which he carried under one arm. "Turn around and go back where you come from.” he said. “I’ll just walk along behind, to make sure you get there.” Feeling dully that she had played her last card and lost, Jean turned like an automaton and started back. The light went out. and the guard plodded along close behind her. They went a few rods, and she found strength enough to protest. "What right have you to do this?” she asked, stopping and turning to face the man. "Who are you? Who are all these people? Why can’t I go away if I want to?” There was a shrtrt silence, then the man chuckled dryly. "You mean you don’t know who the big red-head is?” he asked. "No. of course I don’t know who he is.” "Well, sister, he’s nobody at all. Nobody at all—but Red Jackson. And no moll that ever tied up with his mob tried to cop a sneak without feeling awful sorry for it.” And they plodded on back to the house. (To Be Continued) LUNCHEON TO FETE ALUMNAE OFFICIAL Mrs. W, A. Warrick. 5222 Grace-land-av, has invited alumnae of Randolph Macon College as guests at a luncheon to be given at her home tomorrow, honoring Miss Annie Whiteside. , Miss Whiteside is vice president of the alumnae association, and college registrar. She is making a tour of the Middle West in the interest of the school. Table decorations are to be yellow and black, the school colors.

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in the fashion scene, and, for this reason, coiffures were more interesting and more carefully groomed than for several years. Hair was sleeker, shorter and less curly than formerly, with the emphasis all high on the head. Even the young girls had deserted curls at the back of the neck for a sleek neck line and dainty arrangement of curls, if any, high and in front. Tiny rhinestone stars were buried deeply in the curls of many a smart head. Others were seen with silver wings or youthful looking flowers. Snoods, toques and coronets also were important. The whole tone of the smartest social gathering this season reflected daintiness, and feminine charm, but the majority of the women seemed to feel that the better part of beauty is restraint. Lovely fabrics, almost fabulous jewels and furs were everywhere, but they wisely were combined with temperance in color and design. Rites Announced Mr. and Mrs. Frank Gabbard announce the marriage of their daughter, Miss Grace Gabbard, to Bernard J. Gohmann, son of Mr. and Mrs. O. E. Gohmann, which took place Oct. 25 in Our Lady of Lourdes Church rectory. Miss Mae Henthorne and William Priesmeyer were attendants.

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Superior Attitude Is Simply a ‘Cover-Up,’ Asserts Jane Jordan Advises ‘Ace’ to Let His Friends Find His Good Points Without His Running About Telling Them of Himself. Dear Jane Jordan- Your column at first amused me greaT N r 'W I am asking you to take he bow-.. I find your answers are very .-nicer® and to the point. I read the answers nftr- drawing my own conclusions and they coincide exactly. You wll undoubtedly form the opinion that I am a conceited devil, but the truth is I oniy am very frank. Since kindergarten days I have had plent\ oi heart troubles. When other boys were "hating the girls" I was very much in love with the gorgeous sex. Since my last year in high school, however. I have found fault and lost

! interest. I only date a girl two or three times. Scru- | tiny and acquaintance are not necessary for me to draw quick and accurate conclusions as to their natural selves, man or women. My job. plus natural abilities, have enabled me to form quick opinions as to their personalities. Therein lies my trouble. I am hard to please and consequently do not have many true friends. To the world I am a smiling, good-looking kid with every one liking me. As I said at the first, our answers are always similar. I have formed my own answer. Now I ask for yours to make myself a more average human being. Please answer some time, even if it takes a year. Devotedly yours, ACE. Answer—lt is excellent to have a fine opinion of ones self. I do not wish to discourage you in your , idea, but only to point out that you have failed to

convince others. No doubt you are superior in many respects, but if, should not be necessary for you to call attention to the fact When a person talks about his good points he does so to still his own underlying fear of inadequacy. You want true friends, but you won’t have any as long as you let, them know how superior you feel. If they discover your superiority lor themselves they will love you for it, but if you cram it down their throats they will detest you. Please remember that the true man is never a harsh rntir. He is quick to recognize the virtues of an iter and 1 when the inevitable defects are discovered, he regards them with easy | tolerance. I should like to know how your letter affects the readers of this i column. Will the girls and hoys please respond?

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