Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 5 April 1937 — Page 15

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BEGIN HERE TODAY MARTHA BRITTAIN and EETTY HAYNES begin a trip up the west coast te demonstrate the new Airspeed trailer. They pick up GERRY NEAL, handsome ‘young hitch-hiker. Neal tells them he is to meet a friend, JACK SPEDDCN, at the Long Beach auto camp. But a Long Beach, Neal disappears from the irailer and .Speddon drives away with Betty, failing to return. | Frantic, Martha calls police. Thin she gets a wire, hours later, signed ° Betty” and advising that Betty will mcet her in San Francisco at a designated hotel. Feverishly, Martha starts out, tring to trace Betty en route. Returning io her yrailer the second day, she is .artled to see Neal. He tells her that “tai: thing may be bigger” than she imagtacs. She agrees to accompany Ne:! back to San Francisco to find Betty. Martha is troubled because she likes Nal, vet she does not know whether. t= trust him. She wires San Francisco and finds [that neither Betty nor Spedd'n are 2 registered at the designated hot:l. Neal : | persuades Martha to spend the day at Del Monte. They bathe in the sirf and Neal rescues Martha when the 'reakers | suck her under. Martha and=Neil know |after that they are falling in love. Dancing with Neal that night, Martha finds it pleasant to remember his kis: earlier | that day. | NOW GO ON WITH THE S''ORY

CHAPTER ELEVEN ARTHA half expected Gerry Neal to try to persurde her they could stay longer at De! Monte but he held to his bargain. At the stroke of midnight he suggested they call a halt so that sh: might get some sleep before the drive to

San |Francisco. «7'll get a room for you here,” he said. ; Martha protested that there was the trailer. “But you won't want lo sleep right 'at the front steps of Del Monte—and I won't have jou driving out to a parking lot on the edge of Monterey,” Neal old her. “Let me get you a room.” “Very well. But I pay the bill.” Next morning at breakfast he was smiling as if at some secret. “You might let me in on the joke,” Martha suggested. “Sleep well?” : “Wonderfully! There's something in the air here—and that dig room was delightful after the tr ler. But you didn’t let me in on th: joke.” «I was wondering what vou'd say if I told you that I slept in the trailer last night!” , Martha stared. “Are you serious? “Very. 1 slept well, too.’ “But why did you do that?” Neal looked at her quizzically. “1

just wanted to be sure no one tam- | pered with it—or tried to make |

away with it.” “What made you would?” “1 don’t know, really. But anyhow, I was wrong . . . what'll we do to the menu this morning?”

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Xr ARTHA was too excited at the M prospect of seeing Fetty dgain to eat very much. And I eal’s mysterious attitude about ihe = trailer further disturbed her. Just at the moment when she had heen ready to account him as a norrial person, "he was unpredictable and enigmatic again! . She breathed more freely when they were on the road to San Francisco. Neal took the wheel, and just before noon tuey began passing through Redwood City and Palo Alto and the other suburbs south of the great Westen metropolis. . : At the city limits of Stn Francisc6, Neal insisted on unbooking the trailer and parking it ir a garage. “Why couldn't we put both the coupe and the trailer in the hotel's garage?” Betty wanted to know. “I'm taking good care of this trailer,” he told her. “Now—where were you supposed to stop for Airspeed Trailers when you re wched San Francisco?” Martha consulted the little leather book in which Carringto: had written her itinerary. “The Bridge Auto Park,” she read, giving him the address. : «we'll drive there first. Sloss has probably sent you a message.” Martha nodded. “I'm cure he has! I was supposed to report to him twice a week. He must know by now that I've been letting hin down.” “But I don’t think,” said Neal, “that he’ll fire you.” At the Bridge Auto Pak the manager assured himself of Martha's identity and handed he: an airmail letter. Quickly she tore 'i open, held it out so that Neal could read it with her. “Well,” Neal chuckled. “The boss is sore, all right. But you're let off with a warning—and 1aere’s your check attached.” Martha looked at him, puzzled. “Perhaps I was wrong about Sloss, after all.” . “He's a swell boss all Come on, let's get dcwn Palace.” ” ” ” NERRINGLY Gerry Neal swung : into Market St., headed rapidly toward New Montgomery where the Palace towered in gray dignity above San Francisco's busy “slot.” Alive with curiosity, Ma:‘tha watched the milling traffic. “So this is the fan ous Market st.!” Gerry Neal nodded. “You bet it is. Greatest little street in the world.” ; “My father used tc tell about the horse cars that wnt down fo the ferry landing—the) 're certainly not there now! How :do you ever cross a street like ths with four streetcars zooming at you?” “It's a gift acquired by all true San Franciscans—native or otherwise,” Neal told her. “There's the ferry building down ‘here. We'll have to take a look at the new bridges, and some of San Francisco’s night spots.” He turned from Market into New Montgomery, rolled tie coupe beneath the grand maiquee of the Palace. The portly, p easant doorman welcomed them, and a trio of uniforms swarmec over their luggage.

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= 2 8 T another time, Martha would have been intereited in the white marble foyer of the spacious lobby with its colorful flower shop, its air of having stood shoulder to shoulder with a city that carved its own destinies. She would have noticed the famed Palm Court just beyord, into which grand ladies and ge:itlemen once Steed, carriages and horses and 1 But Martha hurried directly to the desk to inquire for Betty Haynes. There was an efficient consultation of the recoids, a sympatic smile. “There's no one regwith that name,” Her heart

1 sinking, Martha | went to the mail window. f While her breath seemed to stop within her breast she watched the letters flying under those expert fingers. : | : hed “Here you are, Miss Brittain.” 2 | = ~HE was about to open it when S Neal confronted her. “From Betty?” “I—1 think so.” “Let’s open it upstairs. I've asked them to send your register card to your room.” In the hallway of the fourth floor Martha opened the letter. It was written on Palace stationery, not dated. The message was typewritten, apparently on a portable somewhat out of adjustment. “Deal Martha (she read)—No matter what happens, be sure to keep: your schedule as Carrington outlineq it. I'd hoped to see you in

San Francisco, but I know it will

be soon.

Everything is all right,

but I can’t explain to’ you now.”

NEA Service, Inc.

The letter was signed “Betty” in typewriter capitals. { “Did she ever write to you on a typewriter, signing her name like that?” Neal asked, taking the notepaper from her nerveless fingers. “Y-yes, but how can we know she wrote this?” Martha swayed against him. - The dismal: disappointment of not finding Betty had drained every ounce of her strength. “Oh, Gerry, I—I'm going to the police!” He caught hold of her. “Not yet. Your cue is to go on as if nothing had happened. As if you hadn't the slightest doubt as to the authenticity of these messages from Betty.” “But how do I know that’s the thing to do?” She faced him with an effort. “I—I've no reason to believe you.” “If you make a fuss now you will probably cause Betty Haynes’ death, Martha.”

(To Be Continued)

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Daily Short Story

- "AT BAT FOR A GIRL—By William H. Pears

“The one who knocks the most balls out of the park can go with me

. steady,” said Wilma. ,

OTH boys joined -the Lions early in the season. Right off the bat, they fell in love - with my daughter Wilma. Jim and Tod were as different as a foul ball and a home run. Jim was quiet spoken. Tod was noisy and colorful. Jim made hard plays look easy. Tod made easy plays look hard. When they first walked into my office together, neither of them saw me—they were too busy staring at Wilma, who is the ball club's secretary as well as my daughter. After the introductions were over, Tod said: “I'm your new shortstop.” “That's what you think!” I snapped. “I've got a shortstop.” “He'll be -on the bench before long,” Tod bragged. “How about you?” I asked Jim. “I play right field, sir,” he replied.

“I've got a good right-fielder,” I“

retorted. “I'd still like a chance, sir,” he said quietly. ! “All right, scram out and get yourselves into uniforms. I'll see what you can do.” I got up to leave. At the door, I looked back. Jim was right behind me, but Tod was busy asking Wilma for a date. n i ” OTH boys were| great ball players. Three weeks later, Tod was our regular shortstop, and Jim was in right field. [When it came to ability, there wasn’t much to choose between them. : They also stoo Wilma’s affections. aggressiveness, Ji managed to see many nights as Tad. Then, one day, I noticed the team wasn’t clicking right. Tod .and Jim glared at each other every time they

about even in Despite Tod's in his quiet way, er just about as

came in from the field, and their|

enmity seemed to have thrown the whole team into a slump. After the game, which we lost, I called them into my office. “What's got into you two?” I growled. “This snake |in the grass chiseled me out of a date with Wilma last night,” Tod said angrily. “I had the date first,” Jim ‘murmured. “You're a liar!” Tod roared. They tangled before I could get between them.| The way I yelled, I guess they could tell I was pretty sore. They separated right away. “Now look here, you young idiots,” I barked, ‘you leave your love troubles off the field or I'll bench you both! Understand?” Pa EJ FJ HAT night, I called Wilma on, the carpet. “You're wrecking a good ball club with your dates,” I told her, and explained. “What can Ido?” she asked. “I like both Tod and Jim a lot.” “You'd better make up your mind which one you like better and stick to him,” I advised. “Unless you want the Lions to end up in the cellar.” Wilma was silent for a moment. “I've got an idea!” she said suddenly. “Suppose I tell the boys that whoever: knocks the most balls out of the park during the coming week can go steady with me for six months?” “You wouldn’t want to choose a husband on the strength of his batting,” I protested. “You've got more brains than that, I hope!” “Who said anything about marriage?” she demanded. “When you take an option on a ball player, you don’t necessarily buy him, do you?” “That’s right,” I agreed, but I

knew the boy that was on the job |.

for six months was a cinch to marry her. The next day, before the game, Wilma told the boys about her proposition.

Tod grinned. “The one who rides

the most balls out of the park goes steady with you for six months, eh? Boy, it's in the bag!” Jim was silent.

7 2 ” ” ILMA’S scheme worked fine. The team snapped out of its slump. The other ball players seemed to catch the spirit of the battle between Tod and Jim, and began to hit, too. Four days passed without a home run for either boy. Then Tod got his eye on the: ball and belted out two in one game, On the last day, the score was still two homers for Tod, none for Jim. It looked hopeless for Jim. He might be able to tie Tod if he was lucky, but to win, he'd have to perform the miraculous feat of hitting three homers in one game. However, he started off fine. The first time at bat, he stepped right up to the platter and drove the ball high cover the fence. I was tickled, for I'll admit I'd been secretly rooting for Jim. Now, if only he could hit another and make it a tie, the boys would have to have another contest. The next time he came up, he got two strikes, a couple of balls, and

iithen tock a terrific cut and hit un-

der the ball. I groaned as it soared over the catcher’s head and thumped on top of the grandstarid. Then he got a third strike and walked disconsolately back to the bench. The third and last time he went to bat, he practically repeated the performance. He connected with the ball, but only for a foul, and again he struck out. Well, it was all: over, and Tod had won. He sure let Jim know it, too, when Jim came slouching back to the bench. I felt like wringing Tod’s neck, he was so cocky, but Jim said nothing.

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FTER the game, Wilma met the two boys in my office. “Tough luck, Jim,” Tod gloated. “See you at the wedding.” “At my wedding,” Jim said quietly. Tod scowled. “No funny stuff. I won and won fair, Isn't that right, Wilma?” : Jim reached into his pocket and brought out some score cards. “These are for all seven games, Tod. You hit 12 fouls and two homers out of the park. I hit 14 fouls out of the park and one homer. Which makes me the winner.” “Fouls!” yelled Tod. “Sure.” Jim turned to Wilma. “When you made the proposition, you said whoever knocked the most Balls out oi the park, not whoever hit the most home runs. Isn't that right?” : “Wilma nodded. “I wondered which one of you would be clever enough to notice that,” she said softly. THE END

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