Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 25 March 1937 — Page 32

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‘THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES

By Nard Jones

BEGIN HERE TODAY Martha Brittain and Betty Havnes overspend on their California vacation trip and find themselves stranded in San Diego. They answer an ad of the Air-speed Trailer Company and obtain an assignment to travel up the West Coast, demonstrating the new de luxe trailer. Their suspicions somewhat when Arnold Sloss of the Airspeed company fails to ask for either bond or references. Elated at the prospect of the trip and money, nevertheless, the two purchase travel outfits and return to their apartment to pack. At their door they surprise a handsome young man {trying to enter. Apologetically, he tells them he stepped off at the wrong floor and that nis name is Gerrv Neal. At firs¢ alarmed, the girls soon incline to dismiss the incident. But Martha doesn't forget Neal NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY

CHAPTER TWO that day Martha and found themselves with plenty to do. Their first move was to write letters home, explaining that they were extending their trip to take in the whole length of the Pacific Coast. After consultation they decided it would be best not to explain just how they were managing it. “They'd only worry,” Martha said. “And we can tell them all about it when we get back home. After it's over, theyll think it's ali right.” “You don’t know my aunt!” Betty laughed. “If she realized that we two girls were planning to gallivant up the coast with a car and a trailer and shelalligag—that’s what she'd cali 1it—>Shelalligag around trailer

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camps in shorts she'd drive dad and |

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mether insane. last of it, even when it’s over.

you can bet I'm not telling the folks |

now!” Betty chewed her pen, apparently in the throes of composition. But after a few moments she said, surprisingly and irrelevently, “That Neal person was handsome, wasn't he?” Martha looked at were moving out?” “Well, he might have had consideration to move in a ago.” Their letters finished, they went out to mail them and to have a lunch at the corner drug store counter. “If we're going to buy some clothes we'd better cash the advance check that Carrington gave us,” Betty said. “They probably know us here well enough to do i.” “Nothing doing, darling! I'm taking Mr. Carrington’s check right to hic: own bank for cashing. If it's going to bounce I don’t want to be on the receiving end.” Betty sighed. Still suspicious, are vou? Gosh, I hope when you get the money you'll change your tune.” And when they reached the bank aid the teller cashed Carrington’s check without a moment's hestitation, Martha did have to admit that she felt much better. “But let's don't crowd our luck,” she cautioned. “When we’ve bought a few clothes and paid the landlady we want to save our salary. We don't know just how long it'll keep coming.”

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RE aA wasn't a pessimist by 1 nature, and her suspicion was refreshing to the gir] who had known her since roller-skate days. Betty was vastly amused by Martha's distrust of their good fortune. “I'm not going to let vou be a killjoy, Mart. At least I'm going to have the fun of paying the rent. The landlady has been mighty watchful the last couple of days and I want to see her face when I hand her the money.” Martha laughed, and soon fell into Betty's spirit. Shopping for what Carrington had called a “tourist's outfit” was fun. “I wonder what

he n:eant,” Martha said. “When he |

mentioned tourist’s clothes 1 thought of an o'd snapshot my father has, showing him and mother with their first automobile. They have on long linen dusters.” But they found what they wanted to supplement the clothes they had brought to California with them. Each bought a pair of smart whipcord trousers and light boots, With a contrasting leather jacket. And,

remembering that they were going!

into the cooler climates of Oregon and Washington, they added two reversible topcoats. “Now we're all set,” Betty said as they emerged from the shop loaded down with packages. “How about treating ourselves to a taxi?” “I want to make one more purchase,” Martha told her. “What's that?” “A revolver.” Betty gasped. “A—a what?” “A revolver,” repeated Martha. “Put you can’t carry a revolver without a police permit. I don’t think you can even buy one without a permit.” “Then,” said Martha, the permits.” And they did, despite Betty's protestations at every step. Soon they added to their purchases a small 32 caliver revolver and a box of shells. “You can’t tell,” Martha said. “It might come in handy to scare somebody with.” “It’s already scared somebody,” said Betty. “It scares me just to look at the darned thing—and I can't see what you want it for. We're not going to stop for any thumb jerkers, are we?” “Not if we can help it. But we might have to change a tire on a ‘onely stretch of highway.”

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HEY were to find that on the | Sequences. He knew better than to |

coast highway between San

Diego and Los Angeles there are few | 419 it anyway, and he—he drowned.” | stretches af lonely pavement, and |

these are not long. By 10 o'clock they were breezing along in a new coupe, a modern Airspeed Trailer

behind them, and enjoying every |going out for awhile. You can make | up your mind. I won't try to make

minute of it. Carrington had been on hand to start them off; and, as he’d promised, had arranged everything. “The engine has been broken in,” he told them. “So you don’t need to baby it. it, and besure to get nonresident driving permits in Oregon and Washington. I've got California licenses for both of you.”

had wished them good luck.

What's the first stop?” Betty asked Martha when they were well on their way. “The Golden State Avito Park in Long Beach is where we're supposed to spend the night.” “How about a week in Hollywood==say in Robert Taylor's back yard?” asked Betty facetiously. On the outskirts’ of a ‘delightful le town they rolled under the of a pepper tree to try their

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are aroused |

But don’t exceed the speed lim- |

| first lunch in a trailer. As Betty and Martha busied themselves with the tiny stove and portable table, | many a car slowed down to admire | the streamlines of the trailer. One | family party stopped frankly, and | were invited aboard to inspect it. | “I guess were doing all right,” | Betty said, when the family had thanked them and gone on their | way. “This is going to be real fun. And you were throwing cold water!” Lunch over, they put everything

| shipshape in the Airspeed’s com- |

started to climb Just then

| partments, and | back into the coupe.

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| Betty clutched Martha's arm and whispered, “Look . ..” A young man, carrying a suitcase, was approaching, obviously intent | upon hooking a ride. Martha was about to slide behind the wheel and ignore him when she | recognized him as Neal, the same | man they had found attempting to

enter their apartment the afternoon |

before! 0 | He had missed his morning shave, | and he seemed a little the worse for | tramping. But, unmistakably, he

was Gerry Neal. | (To Be Continued)

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HOME ON THE RIVER—BY Virginia Woodall

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Their home had been swept

ON JILDRAKE sat with heavy, toil-twisted hands resting on his Knees. size too small for him and a pair of trousers a size too large, but his clothes were the best that the Red Cross had been able to do for him. A sprinkle of grey showed in his rough brown hair. “I'm not a young man no more, and I don't know anything except river-bottom farming.” His eyes pleaded for his wife to understand what he couldn't adequately express. “What would I do here in the city? Of course, I might get a job but—" “Why not!” Martha's voice rose bitterly. Her baby son in her arms stirred in his sleep, and she pressed him closer. “Wouldn’t you be batter off working for regular wages than working for practically nothing on that farm?” “I know,” said Lon dully, “but we get along, somehow. We've always got along.” = n an EARS welled in Martha's eyes, so that Lon had to lcok away. “Yes, and how do we get along?” she asked. “Sometimes we don't make nothing because prices are too low. Sometimes we don't have a {crop to sell. And now, the fiood! The river comes and—" She broke off, as though she were still seeing the yellow water rising, rising, all around her. “No, Lon--I won't go back there. I can’t take my baby back. God was good and saved us this time, but next year—or the next—the flood will come again. I'd live in fear, dreadful fear. I'd wake up in the

night thinking that the water was!

coming.” = u un ON rubbed his hands together. He didn’t know what to do with them in the city. For 10 days

he had been idle, wandering through | chance to build a new one! I guess |

the streets—a refugee. He had been

He was wearing a coat a |

away before their very eyes.

HE door opened, and a large, red-cheeked man stepped into the room. He wore a sweater and overalls topped by a derby hat. “Never thought I'd come to wearing one of these things,” he said, cocking the hat on one side of his head. “Look like a banker, don’t i? Where's Lon?” Martha smiled in site of herself. Fred Hurst had also been driven from his farm, lost all that he had. and yet he could make fun of himself in a derby hat. “Lon’s just stepped out. you sit down?” “No, ma'm—thank you. I just came by to tell you I met Tom Black on the street. He's been down to look things over and éome back to get his family. He passed your

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piace—said the chicken house was

still there.” ” 2 n ARTHA shivered, Hurst continued. “The funniest thing, Tom said— right on top of your chicken house was that big rooster of

but

dan git, he'll be over eating my garden this spring just the same | as always! Tom said that when he | went by, that rooster just drew | hisself up and crowed as loud as he | could. Tom said, if he'd had any doubts about it being safe to return, | that bird's crow took it all out of (him. If a doggone rooster could | stand up and crow at the mud and ruination, then Tom said he could, | too. Gosh-a-mighty, Martha, you | ain't having hysterics, are you?” | Martha choked down the sobs of | hysterical laughter. “No, Fred—I was just thinking that I've been wanting a new hen | house for three years now, and not even the flood pas given us a

1 T'll just have to knock the—the

yours. | Nothing can’t kill that rooster, and |

Fred

| | |

thinking all that time of the litle | PTOPS out from under the old one |

plot of river-bottom soil that was his, all his—longing to get back to | it and start again. And now—now { that the flood waters had receded, | Martha would not go back. “I know I haven't been such an awful good provider,” he said, “but we had a home, such as it was, that was curs—and we got our food out of ground that was ours. If every- | body was ready to quit just because of a setback, I guess the world wouldn't get along even as well as it | does. Somebody has to live on the | river bottoms—it'd better be us that | understands than others that don’t.” Martha shook her head. “You're | saying all that, but what you're | thinking is that you love the river. What about me? I don’t love it. I hate it! The river took little Lon | from us, didn't it? And now, it's | taken everything we had, and you can sit there amd—oh, Lon, I'm not a fool even if you are!”

“The river didn’t take little Lon.” Big Lon bowed his head and spoke { slowly. “It wasn’t the river's fault. | Little Lon disobeyed us, went against the laws of the river, and [he just had to—to take the con-

(get too far out in midstream. He

Reaching down, Lon picked up his { cap from the floor. | | “You can’t go anywhere and be | safe from dangers, Martha. I'm

| you go back if you don’t want to. | Whatever you say, that's what I'l] | do. But the river is our home. We | ought to go back.” | 3 un = FTER he was gone, Martha sat huddled in her chair, gazing {numbly at the face of her sleeping child. She thought of the heart- | breaking labor on the farm—of the i into the | home that had been swept away |by the flood before their very eyes.

| They had given so much to the | farm and had got so little in re- | turn, Now, even that little was | gone. How could she go back and start over? | How could she take her baby back (and let him live under the threat (of other floods? Here in this high | city, they could live safely, with no pla of the horrible force of an inanimate river,

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ories in a pound,

myself!”

Fred Hurst looked at her doubt-

| fully.

| “Oh, I'm all right.” She smiled at him. “If you see Lon out on the | street anywhere, tell* him what | you've told me and say that—-that | I'm ready to go back whenever he i]s.”

THE END

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