Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 11 June 1937 — Page 38

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i CAST OF CHARACTERS : ' CORAL CRANDALL, heroine and senior zt Elton College. | [DAVID ARMSTRONG, Elton chemistry Irofessor and Coral’s husband. [DONNA ALLEN, Coral’s sorority roomate. {HOYT MARQUIS, fiancee.

Coral’s one-time

Yesterday: Donna learns about Coral's sfcret marriage and threatens to disclpse it unless Coral helps her in her ciasswork. : :

; CHAPTER THREE Glooan twirled the stem of her 4 empty cocktail glass, glanced af her wrist watch, and wished for the twentieth time that Hoyt would deride to go home. The cocktail party had been given at the country club for the young people home for spring vacation. It had been pleasant enough. She had seen some of hdr friends for the first time in severz]l months. Besides, it had proved ari easy way to satisfy both her parerits and Hoyt, who were all angry at the way she had avoided him diring the week. Now, however, alinost everyone had left, it was nearing dinner time, and they should be off. How much longer wis Hoyt going to stand drinking ati the bar? If he kept on, he we uldn’t be able to drive. | ~ She got up from the couch on wiich she had been sitting and

w:lked over to the archway which |

separated the main lounge of the clib from the bar. Hoyt, his hair runpled, his face fushed, was engazed in a chat with the bartender. “Eoyt,” Coral said. {Don’t ‘you think

it’: time we started back to town?” |

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F OYT turned to -look at her. “Huh? What's up. Whassamatter?” His head dropped, and with a visible effort he straightened it.. “Why, it’s Corel! Did you get lor esome, baby? Have a drink. Bartender! A drink for Miss Ggandal ...and one for yourself. Drink te our wedding, Jack! What'll it be. beautiful?” tJoral flushed. “I don’t want an thing, Hoyt. We must be gettire home. It's almost dinner tine.” She looked deprecatingly at the bartender. “You mustn't pay an’ attention to him. I'm afraid he 5s ‘not quite himself.” fWhaddya mean, I'm not myseli?” Hoyt shouted. . “I'm perfec:ly okay. I'll have to teach you be ter manners after we're married!” Joral ‘moved forward’ and took hin by the arm. “Let's discuss th:t on the way home. We really mist be going.” ” ” 2

A T last, after more words, Hoyt x permitted her to lead him outsice. He climbed into the driver's seit of the big sedan, mumbling to himself. ‘Won't you ‘let me drive home, Hoyt?” Coral said, as he fumbltd with the keys. “You're awfully tired. Let me do the work this tirae.” - Hoyt answered her, his words ca efully precise. ‘Now, don’t you warry, little girl. | You just trust Hoyt. Hoyt will get you home to mi uma in plenty of time [for dinnec. But don’t you think jit would be nice if you gave me| a little kiss before we start?” Before she could protest, Hoyt's arms were around her, |his hot, in her face. Desperately she twisted r head, ard his kiss, greedy d wet, glanced- her cheek. He thrust her avay from him. “So. That's how you feel, is it? You think you're too good to be kissed. You're getting a lot of high-hat ideas, Coral Ciandall. - Just because fellow

his a little drink and enjoys him-

se f, you act like & martyred saint. any way you want to. I don’t

care. You can’t get away from me.

Don’t forget, the wedding’s| in June, “whether you like if or not.

1 You're genna walk right out of Elton, into

the church and up the aisle with |

yeurs truly.” ! ” = 2 : ITHOUT another word, -he ¥ started the car and roared out oi the driveway onto the main road. It was a 20-minute drive from the country club into Wheatland and Coral's home, and those minutes extended themselves into terrifying hours as the car rushed through the spring twilight. Hoyt drove furiously, ignoring traffic regulations and tiie rights of other motorists. Coral’s frightened eyes watched the speedoneter rise as the powerful car Tunged on its way. Sixty... 65... 7), and up to 85. : «The car swerved from one side of the road to the other, missing other ciurs by a hair's breadth, hurtling tarough intersections in the nick of time. At last they drew up.in front of the rambling, old-fashioned white house which was Coral’s home. With ‘great clashing and grinding the car Coral put her hand shakily on the steering wheel. “Hoyt, you shoulda’t drive like that. I's a miracle that we didn’t kill someone or kill ourselves. You raustn’t be so reckless. I'm sorry if J made you angry. When you feel Eetter you may uaderstand.” : *® = =» : 7 OYT did not answer her, but i. 1 sat slumped down behind the heel, his bloodshot eyes half lidden under drooping -lids. His weak mouth was

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Coral sighed a little, then opened the door of the “Thanks for taking me this

! afternoon, Hoyt,” she said. He re-

inained silent, but as she entered ithe house she heard the car roar off down the strest. The house was quiet. As she walked upstairs she heard sounds

. of activity in the kitchen, the sub-

duced hum of the sewing machine

. in the sewing room. There was

. 10 sign of her father,

As she opened the door of her room her inother called irom the sewing ioom, “Is that you, Coral?” “Yes, Mother.” © “Your father is late. He called ine a little while ago. We won't liave dinner for another half hour. Did you have a nice time, dear?”

; 8» 8 € ES ... yes, indeed,” Carol an-

swered. “I'm going to change 1ay dress and powder my nose. Will

tou call me when dinner’s ready?”

“Of course. But don’t be too long.

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waiting.” Her mother’s. voice was indulgent. ‘ _ Coral laughed. “I know. I'll be jeady on the dot.” She entered her “oom, and closed the door. . She did not undress immediately, wc > |

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but sat on the edge of her bed, turning over in her mind the events of the afternoon. It was clear to her now that Hoyt was going to make a fuss when he knew about David. “Well,” she thought to herself, “suppose he does. He can't do any real harm, after all.” But for all that, the little feeling of foreboding which had come over her was not easily dismissed, and as she freshened herself for dinner she thought uneasily more than once of Hoyt's impétious words, his bloodshot eyes and the angry, sulky twist of his weak mouth. How wonderful it would be when all this secrecy was over! And, thank heaven, she would be going back to Elton in two days; back to David with his strong arms and reassuring 'smilé. Days away from him were ages long. ” 2 ” FTER dinner, Coral and her parents sat in the - bookfilled, comfortably shabby living room, sipping their coffee. When her father emptied his cup and set it down on the table beside him, Coral knew that the moment which she had been dreading all evening had arrived. He cleared his throat, looked at her benevolently over his glasses. “Well, daughter, did you and Hoyt have a good time this afternoon?” . : “Why, yes, Daddy,” Coral replied. She sought safety in the indefinite. “There were lots of people there I hadn’t seen in a long time; Kitty and Ste and Bob Deering and

Her father interrupted her genially. “How about Hoyt? You hadn’t seen much of him for a long time, had you? Not even since you've been home.” He noticed her distraught expression. “There isn’t anything wrong between you two, is there?” His voice was troubled.

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" 0, Dad. .f.only... “Only what?” Her mother’s voice intruded a bit sharply. “There is something wrong, Coral. I can see it In your face. Have you and Hoyt been quarreling over some silly little thing?” “Not, exactly, Mother. It's just that Hoyt and I... well, we don't seem to have much in common any

No, of course not

“Nonsense,” her mother said brusquely. “You've always gotten along beautifully. You can’t afford to be getting notions about Hoyt now. Why, everything's all settled.”

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ORAL forgot herself. “It’s nothing of the kind!” | | Her father looked at her quizzically. “We've always thought it was, Coral. You know it might be a very serious matter for all of us if you changed your mind.” “Oh,” Coral said to herself, “my ind was never made up. You and Hoyt and his family made it up for me!” Then aloud, “I know, Dad. It's just that I want to be free ... and well, more sure about things.” “Fiddlesticks, Coral, you're imagining things,” said her mother. “Have you asked Hoyt to the Spring Hop at Elton yet?” “No,” said Coral. How could she tell him she was going with David, going with her husband? “I ... I had planned to ask someone else.”

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“NY 7 OU’LL do nothing of the kind, young lady. Do you want to ruin your future and your father’s and mine, too? You telephone Hoyt this minute and ask him. You know he’s expecting it. The very idea!” “But, Mother . . .” Corals eyes were frantic. Her father. noticed it and started to speak. “Dear, if you don't want to, it’s. all right.” “It’s nothing of the kind,” Mrs. Crandall snapped. “Don’t humor her, Arthur. She's got to get over this foolishness now, before it's too late. Goodness, Coral, you're acting like a child.” Her voice softened. “You know this is nothing serious, Artnur. Coral, dear, do as I say.” As Coral still hesitated, her mother lost all patience. She got up from her chair and walked briskly to the telephone, took the receiver off the hook. . . . “Mother, don’t,” Coral cried . . . but Mrs. Crandall was unperturbed. She dialed a number, waited a moment, then said, “Hello . . Mrs. Marquis? Mrs. Crandall calling. Coral wants to speak to Hoyt. Just a moment.” She beckoned té her daughter. Coral looked desperately at her father, but he had opened his paper and was reading. There was no help for it. She walked across the room and picked up the phone. “Hello, Hoyt? Coral speaking.” id

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(To Be Continued)

Daily Short Story

PEP TALK—By Parke Cummings

“JP OYS,” announced Pete Gordon briskly, “I've got a swell surprise for you this morning.” He looked brightly at the faces of the salesmen gathered in his office. “Beginning today, our company becomes the exclusive agency in this district for the Dustgetter Vacuum Cleaner!” “

He paused to observe the effect of this statement, and saw Fred Walker, leader for three consecutive months in Arctic Icebox sales, nod approvingly. “That’s right, Fred. Trust you to recognize a gold mine when it lands in your lap. Boys,” Pete continued enthusiastically, ‘this means money in all our pockets—fat commissions for everyone who digs in and puts the Dustgetter across in this territory!” It wasn’t mere chance that had put Pete Gordon in charge of the Birmingville Electric Co.’s salesmen. It was true that a few of the more cynical knights of the road scoffingly referred to him as “Personality Pete,” but there was no denying that Pete had what it takes. After the men listened to one of his pep talks, they went out and made sales and that, after all, was the proof for the pudding. : And this morning, with a dozen of the Birmingville company’s finest listening to his eloquence, Pete Gordon never felt in better form.

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“Y GUESS there isn’t a man here,” he continued, “who ‘couldn’t use more money. Anyhow, I can sure use some extra mazuma! I wish you fellows could see the stack of unpaid bills in my desk at home. There’s no use pretending that I don’t stand to profit just as much as the rest of you!” The cards-on-the-table appeal, Pete knew, was always good .-psychology. Again he looked around to observe the effect. There were nods, and even a few appreciative smiles. He frowned momentarily when he noticed the -stelid Joe Vaughn sitting there unimpressed, but quickly brightened. “Now then,” he resumed, “I want to give you a few facts about the Dustgetter. I suppose you know it's absolutely the best machine on the market. Sells for $87.50. Oh, I know —that sounds] like a lot of money— but look what you get for it. A 20year iron-clad guaranty! “Another thing. The Dustgetter is the only vacuum cleaner with patented super-power. It has twice the strength of the ordinary cleaner. And look at the silent feature of the Dustgdtter—the quietest machine on the market! And the accessories! “However, you'll find out all about the Dustgetter’s merits from the pamphlets. What I'm: here to emphasize is that spirit and personality sell vacuum cleaners—or anything else. It’s the spirit of this sales force that has made it the envy of every competitor in town, and it’s this spirit that's going to put the Dusgetter across. You men are selling not only the Dustgetter—you're selling yourselves. “Remember—every one of you— you're invincible! You won't take no

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HEN Pete finished his impassioned appeal, several minutes later, he knew it had been one of his best efforts. He could sense the impression he had made on the men. “Now then,” he inquired briskly, “any questions?” Joe Vaughn rose, that same stolid expression of his countenance. “You say no salesman should take no for an answer,” said Vaughn. “But suppose a woman obviously can’t afford a high-priced machine like the Dustgetter. Do you think it’s ethical to force it on her?” | “Ethical?” he said. “You ask if

for an answer. Salesmanship, gen-

it's ethical? Why, Joe, selling a

woman a Dustgetter is one of the most ethical things a man can do. 1t means good-by to beating rugs, pounding sofas and all kinds of back-breaking drudgery! Any man who would refuse his wife a vacuum cleaner is a scoundrel!” “Why, Joe, she can’t already have a vacuum cleaner—not if she lives in this territory. The Dustgetter hasn’t been marketed here. other make? other makes. “Now, Joe, I expect you to get right out there with the rest of the boys, this afternoon, and come back with some orders. And remember, the product isn’t sold until the purchaser has signed the sales slip in black and white. Just stay in there, and don’t give up until you get that signature!” While Pete was handing out the pamphlets, Joe Vaughn came up to him. “Pete,” he said. “I take off my hat to you. You sure know how to put enthusiasm into a guy!” Pete gazed at him with delight. “That’s the spirit, Joe old boy”! he said. “Now get out there and make some sales!” Thus was dispelled any possible doubt in Pete Gordon’s mind of the success of his talk. If he could inspire. that dumb egg, Vaughn, he could inspire anybody!

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E spent the afternoon in his office conjuring up visions of a flood of signed orders for the Dustgetter, of hearty words of praise from the boss for putting the new product across, of possibly—who could say—a raise in salary. And how he could use one. That pile of unpaid bills! That evening when he reached home, he was in a happy mood as he greeted his wife in the hall. “Good day at the office!” she inquired, after she had kissed him. “Swell!” he replied. “One of the best!” It was than that he noticed the queer light in her eyes. “Say.” he said, “what are you so excited about?” “Pete,’”! she answered, “you must not scold me and say we couldn't afford it. Honestly, I just had to have it-—and if you'd heard that salesman » “Salesman?” he repeated. “Wait a minute.” She went to her desk, returned, and thrust some papers: into his hand. “You can see for yourself,” she said, “what a good buy it is!” It wasn’t the splendidly illustrated pamphlets of the Dustgetter Vacuum Cleaner that caused Pete to mutter something under his breath, nor even the signature, “Jane Gordon” on the order blank. It was that scrawl after the word salesman— that penciled scrawl of the single word, “Vaughn.”

THE END

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