Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 13 November 1936 — Page 39

BY ROBERT DICKSON (Copyright, 1936, NEA Service, Inc.)

for a part in the new play. Waddell, Marcia’'s closest friend, attends the iry-outs. : ter some indecision, Marcia is given “dhe lead in the play. Derothy Osborn, who dislikes Marcia, is given a less important part. . NOW GO WITH THE STORY £ CHAPTER THREE was a custom in Bobbs Neck to cap almost any evening's pastime or endeavor with . hamburger sandwiches and coffee at the Dog Wagon, the only restaurant in town which remained open all night. Here milkmen and other night drivers and the suburban railroad tran crews shared counter and. tables with formal dress customers on their way home from parties. Thus to the Dog Wagon came Marcia Canfield and Helen Waddell and a dozen or so other newly or- + dained actors and actresses affer * the Stagecraft Guild tryouts. It was a mid-week night, and bitterly gold, so that fewer townspeople than usual were abroad, and as the hour was only midnight the regular crowd of night-working customers ‘had not yet assembled. None of the counter stools was occupied, so that all of the Stagecraft Guild group found seats together, in a Jong and noisy row. Tony Stellicci, the young “chef,” to whom the acquaintanceships he formed among the patrons were far more sustaining than all the food in the place, chose to take their orders himself, waving the inevitably adenoidal waiter away from such intimate contact with the elite. Although he knew that each of the Crowd would most assuredly call for the traditional hamburgers and coffee, he inquired and received the information, person by person down the long line, with poise and tone which would have graced a far more Pretentious board. Having served with that dispatch which characterizes lunch counters and is equaled nowhere else in the world, Tony leaned on the cash register and looked affectionately upon the social cream of the night's business. At 25, Tony found life good. He had a nice job, where he met people; although his mother was dead he * manuged to maintain a comfortable home for his semi-invalid . father; he had friends and the endless variety of suburban and waterfront recreations. He had also, he reflected—but then the glare of headlights through the ' restaurant windows caused him to turn and look out the frostsmeared panes. Two cars had

of the tool. he had had a physical shock,

With a sob, Tony ran around the end of the counter to the door. “I'll get the cops!” he called back, and dashed out, heedless of the weather. Racing down the street to the police station, two blocks away, he fought for composure, welcomed the wind chilling his hot face. He had recognized the pliers.

HE police sergeant and two patrolmen, routed from the comfort of the station house, found the Dog Wagon’s customers quite recovered from any fright, but the thrill remained and a tornado of talk was in progress. Affer a futile few moments the sergeant conceived the idea of pursuit along the bandits’ automobile tracks in the fresh snow, and the patrolmen set out in their car, returning soon, however, to report that the tracks had all but disappeared by reason of the wind and continuing snow fall and, anyway, they were found to mingle with other fading tracks on the main highway. The sergeant, meanwhile, having sent out such alarms as occurred to him and which he relayed by various messengers to the police station, began the tedious task of listing the money and articles stolen. He was somewhat hampered by the fact that general conversation continued at high speed, frequently including even the person whom the sergeant was {frying to question. Fortunately no individual loss appeared to have been great. Several persons had been robbed of watches, all had lost money, from small change to $10 or so. Some one remarked that the robbers should have waited until a Saturday night, when wallets would have been full.

first of a series of recitals that was to continue, as other customers arrived, until dawn, when the day chef came on duty. » = = > ING off her gloves at the police station, Marcia gasped. She had for a time forgotten one item among the contents of her handbag, now miles away in the possession of the bandits. Her mother’s ring! x The ring was years old and wearing thin, so that its sharp edge hurt the finger. During the day Marcia had removed it and dropped it into her bag, intending to have it repaired. She had forgotten the fact until stripping off her gloves, she noticed her hand bare of its usual single ornament. It was the most cherished of her possessions, a ruby ring that her mother had left to a very young Marcia, 17 years ago. It had always seemed a most enduring link to the mother whom Marcia, as she grew up, couldn't remember very well. The sergeant laboriously wrote down its description. Tony Stellicci stopped in at the police station on his way home from work at dawn. As he discussed the robbery with the sergeant, he glanced through the list of the articles stolen. After the name of Marcia Canfield he read of the ring. It was described ‘in some detail, .and—“It. .was the lady’s mother’s,” the sergeant -had written. Tony went home with tight lips. He, too, had the: childhood: memory of a. mother. It only made harder the job he saw ahead.

(To Be Continued)

“yg OIS, we've thrashed this thing out a dozen times,” Stanley Raver argued with his wife. “Don’t you see that tardiness is at the root of —"’ \ : “No. I don’t,” Lois interrupted

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extended arm, glad of its support in fighting the wind and rain. Together they splashed forward. Lois made no attempt to talk for the moment, but she gave the arm a little squeeze and got one in re-

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i Fighting Irish of Notre Dame have filled football's annals with stirring deeds. George Gipp! Knute Rockne! Gus Dorais! Frank Carideo! Johnny O'Brien! But one of the Ramblers who starred under difficulties, and who now holds the

Layden, current Notre Dame coach, who, as a 160-pound fullback, probably was the

" weight in the history of the game. Lavden, one of the immortal Four -Horsemen, alternated with Harry Stuhl- _ “hdreher at quarterback in his sophomore year.of 1922, and played half. : : The following year he filled the full-

one game. In 1924 the Ramblers were un\defeated, and Layden was a big help.

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stopped in the diagonal parking | emphatically. “I can't understand |turn. Reaching the bright light at| ALLEY OOP = Spaces at She curb. Their lights | why you should get so upset over |the corner She fumed to Jays be ; eT wo : - the "ui; Tony did not know that | a minute's delay. oe 13 Ww 3bouk by . 1 DUNNO! THERE'S Ti aro XE DORE.D their engines were still turning | “But that's not the point. I don't|ing late— : Ey RS saa \ pn as IMHEAVINA ROCK | } {IE NOTHIN 00ES, 1 over, Nor did he know that while [care a thing about the delay—it’s| She broke off as she caught sight ON Ti WRONG SIDE UPSTREAM A THERE ARE DOES LOOK. QUT INI TH four men crossed the sidewalk fo- |the result, Tardiness affects char-|Of her escort’s face for the first (OF TH’ RIVER - WAYS - MAYBE WE MONSTERS INTHIS \ NICE AN‘ QUIET, Rs ward the restaurant, a man re- | acter.” Hime. She jerked her ayn away and CAN FIND A REAL PART OF TH' RIVER? JDOESNT IT? ons FNAL, HAPPEN,

mained at the wheel of each car - and still another man had taken ‘shelter in a doorway at the street intersection, a dozen paces away. The four entered the restaurant, stopping just inside the door to stamp the snow off their shoes and Sub the chill out of their hands. It was not surprising that their

coat collars were pulled high and

hats low over their faces, for wind was strong and snow was Three of the men started seats at the rear end of counter; the fourth paused, bent, to remove his eye glasses id wipe the steam from them. Y moved down the counter 0 the three who were taking seats. Midway, he was halted by sight of a pistol in the hand of one; and by the voice of the man Who had waited near the door. “This is a stickup!” said Yoice without nervousness. “

Tony looked around. The man “&ear the door had replaced his glasses, and he held his pistol so it was hidden from view of who might look in from . The man at the rear who d a pistol

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Lois stormed. “It’s just that you get impatient if anybody keeps you waiting. Only this morning you were in a rage because breakfast was two minutes late. You carry it too far, Stanley.” » » ” “YP UT Lois, a person who isn’t particular about being on time is in a sense indifferent to keeping his word.” “Stanley, you are insinuating that I am untruthful, and I expect you to apologize.” Lois stood waiting, but when Stanley only closed his lips stubbornly, she banged grimly out the door. Outwardly things were as usual during the next few days, but a decided coolness had developed. The hours after supper, when 12-year-old Stan Jr., was reading or out with the boys, passed drearily, until one evening, as Lois said a frigid good night, her husband peeped over his paper, saw a lip quiver and caught a pathetic glance in his direction. Down went his paper and he dashed across the room to take Lois into his arms.

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2 8 . if OOD gracious! How awful!” “Don’t be alarmed,” he said. “Just a little adventure on a rainy evening that could happen to any one.” : “But—" began Lois. “For goodness’ sake,” he again interrupted, “r didn’t think you'd make such a fuss. No harm’s done,

I thought you’d notice right away, |

but when you didn’t, I decided to keep quiet—" They were walking rapidly, Lois sometimes under the umbrella, sometimes not, glancing askance at her escort. ” 8 5 think that I walked a whole block without noticing! You see, when I came out of the market, I rushed across the street, half blinded by the rain, and dashed under .the umbrella without even raising my eyes. Thats why I didn’t see that you were—" ; “It's all right,” he soothed. “Any gentleman under the circumstances would have done the same. You'll admit that. I'm a gentleman, won't you? The very way I carry this umbrella proves that.” “Oh, don’t joke. I'm not in the humor for foolishness.”

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