Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 30 November 1936 — Page 16

" BY ROBERT DICKSON (Copyright, 1936, NEA Service, Inc.) BEGIN HERE TODAY Marcia Canfield, daughter of wealthy p Canfield, knows the neighborhood buzzing over the sudden disappearance of Frank Kendrick, whose engage‘ment to Marfia has been announced. Since his disappearance, a shortage in Kendrick’s funds has been discovered. ~ With her friend, Helen Waddell, and “others, Marcia is in a restaurant when ‘Shere is a holdup. Marcia loses a ring that was her mother’s. “Learning Frank is in Chicago, Marcia "goes there to try to persuade = to

Feturn and face his financial obligations. Before she reaches him, Frank ‘pears again. In Chicago, she encounters Bruce MeDougall, a stranger, who volunteers a slight service. Bruce is also a passenger on the plane Marcia takes to reurn home. A few weeks later she sees Bim again. Bruce, an artist, has de¢ided to make his home in the suburb. Meanwhile, Tony Stelliccl, restaurant hel, suspects his brother, Carlo, (of being involved in the holdup and finds some of the loot in Carlo’s home. He returns Marcia’s ring. Marcia stops at the Stellicei home with the public welfare nurse and iInterrupts a conversation between Carlo and Tony. Tony threatens to turn his brother over to the police, but Carlo escapes. Tony reports all he knows about the holdups. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY

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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

a Saturday early in January two persons in Bobbs Neck were devoting considerable thought to the subject of their ma- . terial environment and to Marcia . Canfield. Such is coinciderrce. Dorothy Osborn, whose dissatisfaction with her lot in life had the redeeming feature of sporadic efforts on her part to effect an improvement, surveyed the living room and dining room of the Osborn family. They were not ex-

ceptional rooms, for it was not—an |-

‘exceptional house. The Osborns’ income put narrow Hmits upon the accommodations and facilities which the family could enjoy, and Dorothy, to whom their lack of money had long been a thorn of embarrassment, was often hard pressed to give her home the appearance she desired. _ But the two rooms were now a reward for long and painstaking work. Work with remnants of material. Although nothing could be done with the rug, Dorothy had managed to subdue the full effect of its unsightliness by proper colors in the rest of the room. ! A few pieces of old furniture stuff that had been in her mother’s: family for years, she herself had cleaned, repaired and polished; tired springs had been braced to more youthful posture. She had made slip covers for chairs, and somehow had managed new shades for ‘some old lamps that were more at-

tractive than she quite realized. |

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he had seen, in a furniture store window: “You furnish the girl, we furnish the home.” : All right. Make out a contract, mister. I've picked out a lot; I have my eye on the girl. Miss Canfield, will you—? Marcia, Marcia —ah, Marcia! Well, the beauty of living alone was that you could think what you pleased and there was no one ‘else around to guess it from your expression. No sneering; prying room-

eh? McDougall has fallen at last, has he? McDougall’s love-sick. McDougall gets to thinking about her until he can’t get to sleep! Old sap McDougall!” ” 8 = ELL, wash off the shaving cream, McDougall, and rinse away the dream. You've known her

job of falling in love, and .lang enough to find out there's another guy ahead of you. ' He could not forget the whispered conversation in the village auditorium. “How silly of Marcia to fly after him!” - “Well, it’s her engagement. If she was determined—" . . . . » “ns ) What was the matter with the guy, that Marcia had flown after him? What was the reason for her low spirits which he had. ob-

mate to say, “Nuts over the gal,

just long enough to do a thorough |

served in the Chicago coffee shop, before he had known who she .was or whence she came—before he’d known that fate would fantalize him? ' Well, whatever it was, what difference did it make? Marcia was engaged to the unknown; Marcia was, the evidence said, hopelessly in love. So, McDougall, wash it all away and forget it! Or pretend to. And now what? Ah, yes—his dinner engagement. The artist dressed. He was about to turn out the lights and depart when the telephone rang. There was an extension of the downstairs instrument in his room, and he heard the Negro maid call up the stairs: “It’s for you, Mr. Dougall.” = EJ 2

" ELLO,! said Dorothy ‘Osborn. “Are you all settled in your new home, and have you rememered youre coming over for dinner tonight?” “Of course I've remembered. I was just leaving. Or will that make me too early?” “Not. at all. But you mustn't walk-in this weather. I called to say that I'm. taking Mother down to the village on an errand, and we'll stop by for you.”

(To Be Continued)

FELL IN HANSON'S POND, HAH? \ | WE COULD GROW CELERY = HERE, IN ALL TH' TOP SOIL YOU'VE BROUGHT HOME ¢ YOu COULDN'T POSSIBLY BRING / ANY MORE, NONE. LOAD

REAL ESTATE HOLDINGS.

them.”

“That family just seems born with good manners.” “Then Chuck must be hoarding his, because he certainly never uses

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cents a yard, but their workmanship would have graced costlier - goods, Handmade by Dorothy. The dining room, with its atrocious furniture, had been a more difficult job, but the wood shone, candles made use of the outmoded lighting fixture unnecessary, and - the napery was spotless. Dorothy surveyed all of this, on that January afternoon, and felt the thrill of accomplishment. She had planned carefully and worked prodigiously, and tonight she would raise the curtain on the performance she had arranged. And she went to the telephone. Giving the number she wanted, her face took on a hard little smile—and she didn't know ihe pity of it. For a while, looking | ~ about the rooms she had created, she had been proud, pleased, and a bit softened. Her expression had been a reflection of this uplift. But it was gone Now; she wore again the defiant look of a hypersensitive person who is bitterly conscious of having less money than the neighbors. Marcia Canfield was the unknowing. author of the latter expression, Marcia, who had everything! Well, fate and other people's intentions notwithstanding, here was something which Marcia or any one else would rot appropriate without a battle! A voice on the wire said “Hello.” Dorothy leaned toward the phone.

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RUCE McDOUGALL likewise surveyed his new home with a - Sense of satisfaction. Except for his books, a few pictures and his drawing board, he had done nothing toward creating the rdoms, but, since they fell within the broad category of what he wanted, he was as pleased with them as Dorothy Osborn was pleased with the fruits of her own labors. . . Living room, bedroom, bath and & room that served as studio—his own private world. The rooms comprised the second floor of the house owned by a Mrs. Sellers, a widow of indeterminate but advanced age, whose spinster daughter taught in the Bobbs Neck school and, among many other services, had been chairman of the casting ‘committee for the Stagecraft Guild's current effort. The Sellers women, last of their line, lived comfortably in the old house, attended by Negro couple. By arrangement with his landladies, McDougall received breakfast and lunch in his rooms. Dinner would be each day a separate ure. The artist had just returned from afternoon walk, wandering aimy to get acquainted with the ge in which he was to live. Now' a bath and shave and glad and a dinner by invitaHe put a new blade in his

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“YT'S all settled,” Myra announced. “Maj. Grahafit-has proposed and I've accepted him.” “Maj. Graham!” Linda repeated incredulously, “But I thought you and Tom . ..” Myra shrugged her handsome shoulders. “Wouldn't I be a fool to marry Tom and have to skimp for years, when I can marry his father and get some money row, while I'm young enough to enjoy spending it? Maybe you're content to get near-

school, but I'm not. [I detest it—and I'm going to get out, of this onehorse town.” “You mean you [won't live in Clarksville? Do you think the major will leave his farm?” “Will he!” Myra laughed. “Just I can’ wrap him around my little finger. As soon as we get back from our honeymoon, I'll see that he sells the farm. With the new highway they're building, it ought to bring a big price. We'll live in New York. Think of it! Broadway, cabarets, and Fifth-av shops .". .” ” ” ”

i a shame,” eried Linda. “The idea of selling that lovely old place! Tom loves it, and he’s worked like a Trojan for his father

dairy farms around here. What about him?” “I can’t be bothered about Tom. I've got to look out for myself. Say —" Myra paused and regarded her roommate quizzically. “I' believe you're half in love with Tem yourself.” ‘ “Suppose 1 am?” Linda answered defiantly. 3 “Well, I wish you luck.” Myra picked up a pair of tweezers and began shaping hey” dark ‘eyebrows. “You'll probably meed it. After I get the major to sell the farm, ‘Tom will have to look i

Linda was silent. Myra’s sharp words hurt, because she had guessed the truth. Linda was hopelessly in love with Tom Graham, She thought of him and wondered how he would take the news that the vivacious Myra, who had accepted his boxes of candy and allowed him to spend his hard-earned money on a wrist watch for her birthday present, was to become his stepmother. ’ 3 2 n »

HE two girls came from the same town upstate, had attended the same normal college, and now taught in the same grammar school in Clarksville, Myra was tall, dark, and self-assured. Linda was small, blond, quiet and timid. She finished correcting her {est papers and went to bed, folding a handkerchief over her eyes, as Myra, absorbed in a movie magazihe, did not offer to shade the light, which shone directly in Linda's eyes. During the days that followed, Myra was busy making her wedding parations. Breaking the news to Tom, which she had rather dreaded, smoothly than she

spent a great deal of time wishing

that his table manners were better, that he did not drink so heavily, and that he would not be so loud in correcting people who took her for his daughter. They stopped at a second-rate hotel, and she soon found that he was very stingy. He objected to every little purchase she wanted to make. The interminable round of sightseeing bored her, and she was anxious to get back to Clarksville and broach the subject of putting the farm ifito a real estate agent's hands. Once they had got the money for the farm and had moved to New York, she would see that she had a checking account for her own personal use. On the last evening of their stay ii Washington, she was packing for the return trip, when the Major lumbered into the room, waving a telegram. ”» 2 ”

“ HAT do you think of this, honey?” he said, settling himself in a chair on which she had spread her best dress. gone and married your friend Linal” : “Get off that dress!” Myra commanded sharply. . The major did so. “Where will they live?” Myra asked, after a moment’s silence. “Why, at tHe farm, of course. Now that Tom’s married, I guess you and I will have to get one of those tworoom flats in town.” “What do you mean?” said Myra, suddenly apprehensive. “Why should you let Tom- take possession of the farm?” “Dunno’s I ever mentioned it to you,” the Major replied sheepishly, “but the farm belongs to Tom—he inherited it from his mother. She set great store by it, just like he does, and she had the idea that

I'd let it go to rack and ruin. But|

we can get ‘along on my pension money, though it isn’t much. Of course,” he added, “if you feel like you'd want some extras, I wouldn't object to your keeping your teaching job, so long as you don’t neglect the housekeeping. . . .”

THE END,

1936.

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