Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 14 December 1936 — Page 20

* BY ROBERT DICKSON (Copyright. 1936, NEA Service, Inc.) Be BEGIN HERE DAY ~~ Marcia Canfield, daugh of wealthy Canfield, meets Bruce McDougall, shortly siter the mysterious disrance of Frank Kendrick, te Mar¢ia had been engaged. When (ah are fund in Kendrick’s busi- _ Mess accounts, Marcela is more shocked than heartbroken. She realizes she was “mever in love with him. - McDougall is attentive until Derethy Osborn, whe dislikes Marcia, leads him believe Marcia is gngaged to another man, There fis s bank ‘holdup and police semmandeer the Canfield car to follow . the bandits. The car is wrecked and "both Marcia and her father are injured. tDougall, driving with Dorotfly Osborn, yd ‘on the scene and takes Marcia And her father to the hospital. . Their Injuries are slight. Although Mareia’s arm is in s sling, she takes "part, a short time aftefward, in an ~ amateur play. A New York producer ti the performance and offers Dorothy a part in his next production. Marcia gives a party for Dorothy. Bruce goes, but the misunderstandings ‘Betwéen him and Marcia are increased instead of lessened. ‘ " Bruee and Mike Bradford, newspaper man, decide to buy the local newspaper. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY

. ' CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE ; METHING, said Miss Sellers to her aged mother, should be done for the entertainment of their tenant. Bruce McDougall had, since his arrival in their house, been left to his own devices and to the attentions of the Bradfords or people he “had met through them, while his Jandladies had spent small effort, beyond his accommodations, to ‘make him feel like a member of the ‘community, - ° Actually, Miss Sellers recounted, she had taken him abroad in the town only once. They had gone ice skating, and he had seemed to enjoy it. Casting among possible recreations on this day, a Saturday, Miss Sellers could think of nothing to offer him except another skating expedition. But since McDougall passed so much time over his drawing board upstairs, outdoor exercise was exactly what he needed, and to repeat the entertainment would only be ‘beneficial. ~ What Miss Sellers planned she usually accomplished, and though McDougall had brought home a ~ new book in preparation for an idle . Saturday afternoon, a rare treat now that the Gazette demanded. so much time, they were on their way to Mill Pond at the moment when, if left alone, he would have turned Page 29 and found the first body of a series of six. : There had been a February thaw a few days before, so that skaters had feared for their sport, but now the weather was colder. The - pond was crowded with children “eager to take advantage of ihe day, for the season could not last many weeks longer, and Miss Sellers and ‘McDougall had only arrived when ~ she, alert, through long experience . 88 a teacher, saw that adult author- ~ ity was needed in the group. Many of the youngsters were skating too close to a danger sign stuck in the far end of the expanse-of ice, where the pond was fed by a brook. McDougall followed as she skated to-

‘ward the area and warned the chil-

dren back from the spot. 2 ” »

S\N ATcH me, Miss Sellers,” a fat youth: called. “Its must) be all right; it’s holding me up.” “I do wish they'd leave this end | » of the pond,” the teacher said apprehensively to McDougall. “The ice is safe at the other side. Look at] them, dancing around out there just to annoy me!” | But she was a bit amused even as she worried, and McDougall] could not help laughing at the ‘youngsters’ antics. Miss Sellers skated into the midst | of the group and firmly started herding them to safer ice. :

Authority at length began to tell.| The children were leaving the sused area, while Miss Sellers! rounded up two last rebels, when there came the horrifying sound of a breaking ice sheet.

There was a stampede from the spot. McDougall, in a quick survey, saw the two stragglers safe beyond the terrifying new hole in the ice. He was sure all the children retreating in his direction had esthe spread of treacherous “broken edges. : .But of Miss Sellers he saw no

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sign. ..» _ He struck forward immediately, through the crowd. "Only a moment had passed, but the suddenness of the shock had the effect of leaying most of the group suspended in a timeless

The frightened children were watching Ralph H Jr, as in a slow motion film, ‘creep toward the edge of the hole. | ~ McDougall sharply rallied them. Commanding them farther back,

‘then, sprawled on the ice, moved toward the hole on the side opposite ~The boy was now at the very rim, dless of the danger. McDougall aw him reaching into the dark water—reaching futilely toward othreaching hands. And then he had vanished, with

brittle edge. © McDougall saw the two fn the water, clutching frantically” at the dice, striving for a hold, and the

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supreme endeavor of a lifetime. Afterward he could not remember his desperate reaching, Ralph's efforts to help in being helped, and the hands that reached again from the edge of the ice and, after a little, pulled the boy from the water. Nor could he remember that then his own hands failed and he fell back. Back and under the ice, so that those on the surface all but failed to bring him out in time. There was a considerable period when McDougall knew nothing of the world, and another period when he dreamed awfully and talked wildly. . { And much later he awakened in a strange room and; though feeling very weak, was slowly . aware of things about him. One of the things he noticed as he gradually . grew stronger and looked around with more interest was the view from the window. Ib was, he told himself mockingly, a little tough for fate to compel a sick man to look out on a distant hilltop where he had once, ages ago, built a dream. Half an acre, half an -acre—half an acre in’ Edén! °° The view was still there -when, later,. with ‘a pencil and sheet or two of paper discovered on his bedside table, he, tired -of inaction and —in a purely practical mood, he insisted—he began a sketch. And then... * miei “ ELLO,” said Joan Bradford from the doorway. “You've had us scared to death—or is that the proper thing to say in a sick room?” ) Mere sight of her cheered McDougall immensely. “Where's Mike?” he asked. “On the job—I hope. He said to tell you he'd be in this evening: . « « Why, you idiot! You're work-

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paper it for, practice? Or are you really planning to build? Tell mother, who's the lady?” ~ “There isn’t any,” said McDougall shortly. x » - w some nice ones. How about "Helen Waddell?” McDougall smiled faintly. “Ar Ruth Peterson, or Catherine Archer?” He was only amused. “Or Marcia Canfield?” asked Joan. ui His face went red. i “How about minding your own business?” he demandéd, much more fiercely than he had intended. hy “Excuse me, I'm sure,” said Joan pfimly. “Well, how’s tricks? How have they been treating you? Have you everything you want? How's the view?” N She looked out the window. “You had that hilltop site in mind?” Joan asked in an odd voice. - . “Well, yes—what of it?” “Do you know anything about the place?” “I know it’s for sale, that’s all. It has a sign on it. What the heck are you talking about?”

Joan buttoned her coat. y

“It’s an omen,” she said. “That’s what it is. An omen.” She dashed out, leaving McDougall definitely tired from the struggle to understand her.

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# OTHING today.” Nora wearily left the Hollywood casting office. A thousand miles she’d come ‘to hear those words repeated day after day, she reflected bitterly. Tom had been right, as usual. But somehow, after six months, his ability for cold analysis no longer anndyed her, Their quarrel seemed so silly now, with her feet and heart one solid ache. Tom had congratulated her on her performance in a play put on by the home-town dramatic club, and his praise had turned a halfformed idea at the back of her mind into a resolution. “Tom—I think I'll go to Hollywood.” “What!” His arm about her waist had loosened. “You're joking, of course, Nora. You know, I worked around the studios out there for a while, just after I got out of college, but the few contacts I made wouldn't help you much.” / “I don’t need your help, thank

|| you. Other girls have made good |in Hollywood. I can too! Gee,

wouldn't I love to get into a Dixler picture. . . .” “Dixler!” Tom had snorted. “You couldn’t get on the same set with that stuffed shirt! You have talent, Nora, but what of it? A lot of talented girls starve in Hollywood. Just analyze your chances. Among—" # » ”

T was the word “analyze” that had set her raging. “I'm Sick and tired of your reasoning everything out! I don’t want to lead a logical life. I'm going to Hollywood, Tom, and you can’t stop me!” : “And what about us?” he had asked. “Our marriage stan wait I suppose?” “Let it! Do you think I want to marry a man who analyzes everything? You'd probably want to know how many vitamins were in the dinner every night!” . week later, still gripped by that illogical anger, she had left for Hollywood. But Tom's last words had come back to'her more than once in the past six months: “I%lové you, Nora. When you need me, Ill come...” : " ” 2 » F cougge, she had relented enough to write to him, but her pride had kept her from letting

him know that his prediction had |.

been right. How could she have been such a fool as to think she could break into the movies? Months of failure had completely disillusioned her. Now, arriving at her rooming house, she was met by the landlady. “Any luck, Nora?” Nora shook her head. “I'm sorry,

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ture, Nora gasped. He hadn’t lied. Carlin Dixler, real as life, famous profile and all, smiled down at her in the picture. That night, she wrote to Tom. In previous letters, she had related her mythical successes. Now she was sending proof. 3 “The enclosed picture,” she wrote, “was taken after a hard day on the set. I'm still an extra, but Carlin has promised me some lines in his next production. .,..” ° She wavered. How easy it would be just to tell Tom the truth—to forget her pride. No! She couldn't stand to have him crow over ler.

and went out to mail it.

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T THE end of the week, Nora began to pack. Because she hadn’t the vaguest idea where she was going, she worked slowly. She was closing the last suitcase when a knock sounded on her door. “All right, Mrs. Dutton.”

“But I'm not Mrs. Dutton,” said a man’s yoice, as the door opened. “Tom!” Nora flung herself into

I'm so glad to see you!” She burst into tears. “There, there, Nora,” he soothed. He held her close and kissed her. “I've wanted to do that for six months,” he said huskily.

“Tom—what made you come? How did you know I—I needed you?” He smiled. “You won't like it,” he warned. “You'd call it being analytical. It was that picture.” “But—but the picture was perfect!” : “In a way, yes,” he agreed. “At first, it fooled me. Then I exmined it more closely, and sudenly realized it was a fake. And I knew, Nora, that when a girl with your pride tries to fake success, she’s in trouble. That's how I reasoned, anyhow.” “But how did you discover the picture was a fak&?” 7 Tom grinned. “I worked around

was out here. I saw him almost murder a news photographer once for trying to snap his left profile. You stood on the wrong side of him, dear!” Nora snuggled closer. “I love analytical men. . . . ” she sighed.

THE END (Copyright, 1936. b nited PF PYrig Syndicate, BU Feature The characters in this story are fictitious.

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