Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 26 October 1936 — Page 14

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is a nearby tenant house. Kate t her family buried a» valusilver -service during the Civil War. broods over this news and persuades and Zeke to accompany her fo Meadows one night, where they for the silver. -- shoots to frighten them, and unds Kate slightly in the shoulder. does not know this until he finds the spade with a bloody handle. Jeff fights his growing .love for the girl, He returns the spade and Caroline fells him that Kate is not badly hurt. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN KA™= recovered from the shoulder wound. “But you're going to have an ugly little scar there,” Caroline pointed out. “The doctor might have prevented that.” Kate said, “I know it’s not ethical to be your own surgeon. I reckon I deserve the scar. But I couldn't bear for Doctor Grace to know what a fool I'd been. Besides, I saved the price of his visits. That means my ~ $10 bill is velvet.” . “You need a pair of shoes,” Caroline suggested. “And you could do with a new hat. We could both use stockings—" “We'll manage to get the stockings,” Kate answered, “from next week's egg money. But that’s all that's going to be wasted on clothes. We're going to have a party!” Caroline was aghast. Kate had made the money by selling a pile of old “Godey’s Ladies’ Books” that had been stored in the attic at Meed Meadows and discovered at the time of their move. “Are you delirious again, Kate?” Caroline demanded. = = EJ “¥ DON'T see why the desire for a party points to delirium. We're indebted to everybody, but that’s not the only reason I want a party. We've got to show people we still enjoy being alive. We've got to show them misfortune hasn't gotten us down.” “Very commendable,” Caroline answered, smoothing the counterpane on the bed she was making. “_And the third reason, darling? The real reason for wanting to throw a party when we're stoney broke?” Kate blushed. “I offen wish you were a fool, Caroline. . . . The real reason is Morgan, of course. I havén’t been blind to the way things are. He’s rushing Eve in the good old family-friend, big-brother guise. I've too much pride to call him up and ask for a date, but I've a feeling that if we could be thrown together for a few carefree hours, things would be all right with us again.” “It makes sense,” Caroline admitted. Then, thoughtfully, “But we'd have to ask a lot of people. How'd we do it on $10?”

a = 2 = * E could do it,” explained Kate, talking rapidly, “because I've got a trump up my sleeve A hay ride! Our team tb the big

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wagon. We'd make his lake the destination, and we'd cook hamburg steaks and coffee on grills!” “I see,” Caroline said. “Who's to &sk Mr. Grayson, by the way?” “You,” answered Kate rather contritely. Mr. Grayson was a kindly, properous widower of 50 who admired Caroline excessively. Though his “lake” was only an artificial pond, it was not to be scorned by people who lived 20 miles from a sizable river, Mr. Grayson himself prized his ornate little lake highly and rarely permitted it to be used except for a Sunday School picnic once a year. Caroline looked out of the window. Presently she said unhappily, “I could swing it for you, of course. But don’t you think that’s asking rather a lot of me, Kate? We'd have to ask Mr. Grayson to drive his own team. I'd have to sit beside him. I'd have to stick by him all evening.” = = = ATE weighed the matter. “I : guess you would,” she admitted. Suddenly she hated herself for the smug little scheme. She was ashamed of trying to force Caroline into obligating herself to a man whom she disliked. “Forget it, darling!” she said, and meant it. But Caroline would not forget it. She became’ keen to make the sacrifice, now that she had thought it over. To prove this to Kate, she saddled her horse and rode over to the Grayson place at once to make the arrangements. . . . Thus the party got under way, speedily and impulsively. The omens seemed good, for every one accepted.

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arrived. The little house bulging with people. Caroline cheerfully recalled the saying about a

It was a gallant prophecy which fooled no one. The slow, steady beat of the rain was not the way of a passing shower. They all knew that. Spirits drooped like wet hen feathers and the very start Kate’s party doomed.

R. GRAYSON came in from the barn, looking embarrassed yet pleased to be there. He attached himself to Caroline, so that she could not forget him, even for a moment. Indeed there was nothing else for the poor man to do. Kate saw that the crowd regarded him as a tiresome old bore and wondered what he was doing there.

“We were to use one of Mr. Grayson’s hay wagons and go to his lake,” she explained vivaciously, and hated herself for being ashamed of him. “This,” she thought wildly, “is what I get for using him!” Some one tried the radio, but its worn speaker emitted worse sounds than usual. Far worse, because of the storm in the air. Kate said in Caroline’s ear, “We've got just three whole decks of cards and two tables. - What?” “No!” Caroline whispered back. “Pencil games!” Paper and pencils were produced and games were duly begun. Yet, not even with Cynthia Chenault’s help, could they put them across. Couples, set on

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faintly sour. Just before midnight the Major came in, smelling of whisky. He greeted them all gallantly and rather pompously before Zeke and Johnnie Baird helped him upstairs to his room while a pitying, shocked silence descended on the little house. Kate’s eyes sought Morgan’s in a questing despair, but he did not look at her. “Maybe he thinks that’s easier for me,” she defended him to herself. In a little while the girls went up the narrow stairway to the dressing room for their wraps. A helpless embarrassment gripped them all as they took turns before | the cracked mirror that hung over the dresser. No doubt they were remembering Kate’s and Caroline’s

rooms at Meed Meadows and were shocked by the contrast. ‘ When Kate told them good night at the front door her heart was like a stone. It did not matter to her that she had discovered Eve Elwell quietly inviting a chosen few to “come to my house afterward,” or that Morgan was at Eve’s elbow, evidently the first of the chosen. Nothing mattered. She only wanted them all to go and stop trying to be kind.

(To Be Continued)

ISS Julie Peterson gazed with approval at the bright blue jacket that Herb Davidson was wearing. “It’s becoming,” she said. “It matches your eyes.” Herb hunched over the steering of his car, exhibiting the lettering on the back of his coat. “I'm nothing but a walking bill board,” he replied. “Gee, how I hate these trade trips!” In Miss Peterson's lap rested a gaily colored cane and a tin drum bearing the same inscription that was emblazoned on Herbs back; “Buy in Westgate, the city with the FUTURE!” She also wore a badge. “Representing the Acme Cosmetic Company.” “What's all that stuff for?” she asked, turning around to stare at the gaudy red packages piled high in the rear of the car. “Samples?” He nodded. ' # ” s T™ western manager of the Mamouth Fireworks Corporation. Those fireworks are to be distributed to the people of Rockford

TRADE TRIPPER

By Horton Jacques Daily Short Story

as a good will offering to build up enthusiasm for our line at the "State Fair next month.” | Miss Peterson was round-eyed with excitement. “I think it's so much fun. This is my first trade trip. Do you mind my being assigned to your car?” “Not if you can manage to stand my company,” Herb grunted. “I've been on lots of these things and they're all deadly monotonous.” “I don’t believe a word of it,” declared Miss Peterson stoutly. “I'll bet we have loads of thrills.”

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RESENTLY they started, one of a long line of cars carrying the members of the Westgate Annual Territorial Trade Expedition. In every small town they stopped, distributed samples, paid calls’ on the local merchants, and made a great deal of noise. Julie Peterson’s enthusiasm was undiminished. She was the most consistent noise-maker and sample-giver-outer in the expedition. Late in the afternoon, just as they reached the outskirts of Rockford, a sedan roared by in the opposite direction. The rear window had been broken out and a man with a submachine gun in his hands knelt on the rear seat. Trailing along behind came a well-armed posse of citizens. “Bank robbers!” some one called from the head of the line.

for him and Julie to stand in front of the window. : Herb glanced out of the window with a half formed notion of leaping through and making a break for his car. All at once he reached into his pocket for a cigaret.

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| “YX YANDS up!” barked the little gunman, instantly alert. “Can’t a guy smoke?” complained Herb. | “Let ‘em alone,” said the machine gunner to the little gunman. Herb lighted a cigaret and after | puffing on it for a moment made a wry face. “It tastes rotten,” he declared, pitching it out of the window. “Guess I've got, the shakes.” The machine gunner was pacing back and forth across the room. “We've got to get rid of these mugs now,” he said to the little gunman, glancing at Julie and Herb, “We'll tie them in our car and start it over—” opt I 2 2 8 He was interrupted by a great clatter breaking out in front of the house that sounded like an artillery man’s nightmare. There were sharp outbursts’. and long strings of rapid explosions; dull re-

ports and shattering concussions; the acrid smell of gunpowder filled the room. Herb grabbed Julie by the arm and ducked away from the window. “We're surrounded!” howled the! gunman. “I surrender!” He threw his automatic on the floor and joined the machine gun4 ner who was already cowering against, the wall. Herb" jumped for the gun, and walking over to the window peered down cautiously. The exploding firecrackers had almost subsided, but the interior of his car was a wreck. : “That cigaret sure started something!” he shouted. “And here come the vigilantes! Boy, will I get an order out of this!” Julie gazed at him demurely. “These trade trips are so monotonous,” she observed.

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