Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 20 July 1937 — Page 20

CAST OF CHARACTERS JOY-—Heroine, hostess in smart Maine tearoom. ROGER—Joy's designer, ANGELA—Joy's rival in love. DICK—Wealthy voung playboy, er’s rival in love.

fiance; rising young

Rog-

Yesterday: Jov learns that mysterious things appear te be happening at the summer resort in Maine. This character ‘“Jigger,” for instance, proves mys-

CHAPTER FIVE

EDNESDAY: Wonder if there's anything to what Peter told

me last night when 1 tucked him into bed. Thought at the time he | was just imagining things. Told | him he mustn't make up stories. “They're not stories, Joy.” he insisted, sitting up in bed. “I really

did find a haunted house in the |

woods today.”

“Nonsense. Peter. There aren't | any haunted houses nowadays,” I] declared.

“Well, there's one, the one I found |

today. It's way off in the woods. I | walked all round it first, for I didn’t | see anyone around. Then I climbed | up on some rocks and looked in at | the windows.” “Why, Peter, that wasn't a very nice thing to do . . . what would the people who live in it think?” “I didn't see anybody . . . least not at first . . . only dishes on the table and guns—" n ”n n * OW, Peter, you're making up a fairy story. You're too big for that sort of thing. Better go to

'along the shore and how my small

terious. the tearoom this

| when I'd settled down to read (I get

| make a fortress out of it.”

[gaily along.

informed me there were no | poisonous snakes in the state, which was quite a relief for I must confess I'm not on friendly terms with |rattlers and puff adders! Can't agree with the old fellow. I'd ad|vocate the woods for Peter every time, for the boats are anchored

ET it was only yesterday that he

brother loves them! When Tad and he appeared at afternoon just

an hour off about 4 unless we're swamped with customers) they insisted I go for a walk with them, so we headed for the woods. “Let's take this path,” Peter said. “Cal told me there is an old cabin which the men used when they were logging, and maybe Tad and I could

“Well, if it's not too far away that might be a jolly playhouse.” My thoughts turned to rainy days and Mrs. Fenwick's dislike of hav-, ing small boys around, so we walked

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“ EE,” cried Peter, stopping be-

side a tree which had a fresh gash in its bark, then glancing at

bet there's been a truck in here.” “Nonsense,” I cried. “I don't believe this road goes anywhere. It's little more than a path.” “But look, Sis, some heavy thing must have done this,” and he pointed to a rut where the dark soil showed. “Oh, perhaps some picnickers | tried to get through, but come on, and let's find that camp for I'll] have to get back to the tearoom | before long.” Suddenly the boys stopped. . . . Peter held up a warning hand . . . then, still peering through the dark branches of a hemlock tree, said:

“We're close to the haunted house | ... we can't go any farther . .. if Jigger sees me, he won't give me the puppy.” and, turning around, the boys headed for their fortress. I looked in the direction Peter had looked . . saw the shabby farmhouse . . . the door stood ajar . . . it looked deserted, but a heavy rhythmic drone filled the air. That was no country sound. Where had I heard it before?

(To Be Continued)

Daily Short Story

FROM NADINE—BYy Elsie Tomberg

sleep,” I said, and I started toward |

the door. : “Wait. wait, there was a man, Peter begged. “and a dog. I must | . tell you about that first. Some- |

body opened the door, and a great |

big hound dog came lickitty split | after me. 1 looked back, and 8 | fat ugly man cried, ‘Hey. Jipger, | call your dog. If Nero hites that kid—'" “Oh. Peter. vou must be, careful. Sometimes strange dogs don’t like little boys.” “He liked me all right. I told him I wasn’t afraid. I patted his dog. Then the one they called Jizger—he had queer dark eyes—said: ‘Live around here, sonny?’ ‘Sure,’ I answered, ‘down at the teahouse. “Then better get home to your folks.’ But IT told him I'd like te come and play with Nero some other day.” ‘““¥ou must never go and play with anvbody unless it's with someone we | know, If anything happened I | wouldn't know where to find you,” 1 said, startled at hearing the name of Jigger. o u u ' ELL, 1 chance

get a Nero. |

guess 1 don’t to play with The fat little man sounded pretty | mad when he said, ‘Nothing doing, | kid, you stay where you belong.’ ” “That's just what I say. You stay at home and maybe Cal will find you some nice playmate.” “I'm going to get a dog. The Jigger fellow came after me and told me if I'd stay at home he'd get me a nice pup all for myself.” “Well. well, we'll have to see about that,” I said, and, switching off the light, I left the room. Now. as I sit at my desk, I'm | beginning to wonder if there is | something queer going on in the woods. Surely if Peter was making | up that story he'd never have used | the name of Jigger. . .. I wonder if | that's the same man who gave me | such a fright that night. Must sound out Cal again. Maybe he'll | tell me what he knows.

un un »

HAT reminds me, he does like 1. bring us news. When he | appeared this morning (he drives | up in a car of uncertain age) he said: “Well, girls, Miss Pegler's opened her cottage again, and, by gosh, | she's brought a handsome young man with her.” “Who is he?” Tess demanded. She's always interested in new young men, likes to measure them against her devoted Jimmy to see if she's got the best the marriage | mart has to offer her. “The gardener says he's her nephew . . . ain't been here since | he was ¢ kid . . . been at college | . abroad . . . and reckon he's | old enough to have had a job, t00.” | “Don’t believe he needs a job, | Cal,” Tess declared. “Miss Pegler's terribly rich.” “Every man should have a ‘job . . . this chap, too . . . even ii he's | expecting to get her money when | she goes. You bet you'd never | find me waiting for dead men's | shoes, or women's gither . . . Spe- | cially women's. You can't tell | what they'll do . . . leave all their | fortune to the heathen or marry some old flame.”

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“ EE, Cal, vou're encouraging.” Tess cried. “Guess I'll have to look into this. Hope Miss Pegler brings him around pronto, and if he's to be here all summer . . . “You keep your hands off him,” Big Kate said. Guess there's no love lost between the head waitress and the cook. Cal's found a playmate for Peter. His name’s Tad Coyne . . . his father’s looking after the landscaping of a resort known as Serene Shores. Mrs. Covne stopped at the teahouse this afternoon, delighted at the thought her son would have a companion. She seems to be a devoted mother . . . quite a charming woman, so we're all happy. Business is getting better. Big Kate having a continual §truggle with her stoves, and always, “Cal to the rescue.” Got a sidelight from Big Kate on Peter's haunted house . . . says it used to be a bootleggers’ hangout in prohibition days, but hints that Cal could tell me something more about it if he cared to. So Peter's story was no make-believe. Wish T'"d more time to be a Sherlock Holmes. Thought it queer when Cal said earlier in the day: “peter’s safer along the Shore than in the woods.”

[around in the dishpan. How simple | [it had all seemed.

|around her mother's rooming house. |

them, and they | sweetness and perfection of her small | | well-proportioned (had been no exception. iment, the incident which led to their |

| Short, stilted sentences which dis-

» | irresponsible and had run away to

“Lost in her dream, she had not heard Joel enter.”

“ FOEL! Come back!” But he was «J far down the street—gone again without kissing her. How could he | be so neglectful? Her blue eyes, | bright from tears that she willed | not to fall, Martha turned back to |

| the kitchen and in desultory fashion | gathered up the dishes. shot bright rays into the room and |gleamed on the sleek golden braids which encircled Martha's head. The | | morning breeze flirted with the ruf- | | fled curtains, but she could see no |

The sun |

beauty in the day. Nadine—always Nadine. Did all | first wives return to haunt their | successors?

Was it only a year ago that she |

had felt marriage to Joel epitomized happiness? She swished a cup]

She had been |

such a child then—day dreaming |

| Joel, who had lived with them, was | the most interesting man she had | ever met. |

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features. For a mo- | the | |

marriage seemed reflected in glass she held up to the light.

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| “FN ARLING—darling—if I could |

only make you smile again!” She had been stroking and talking | to the wooden post on the old bed- | stead int Joel's room which she | dusted each morning. She could | not bear to see him sad. Lost in | her dream, she had not heard Joel enter. Caught! “Don’t run away.” He must have guessed that she was close to tears for he had offered her his handkerchief. In the talk which followed he had gleaned some insight of her feeling toward him. | Two weeks later Joel had asked | Martha to marry him. “I can’t offer very much. You certainly deserve better. 1 was married five | years ago. My wife left me and | took our boy. We are now divorced. | They live somewhere in California.”

closed his uneasiness. But everyone in Cartersville had known Joel's history: his wife was | escape the humdrum life of a housewife. And so Martha had married Joel | —to make him happy again. » n n ARITHA sighed now and put down the glass. It all seemed so long ago. The fact vhat you live with the man you love, cook his meals and share his bed, does not signify happiness. It had seemed adequate at first. She had tried hard to bring about a closer union. Just as tender hands had traced every line in his face, so had her mind sought to reach out and explore his thoughts, but they seemed closed against her. Things had been more difficult since the Dawsons’ bridge party, at which an old friend had turned up and remarked, blunderingly, that he had seen Nadine. Joel had remained silent during their drive home. She was too proud to open the subject of Nadine, and he ignored the mat-

ter entirely.

| were thrown about and gaping

| accident this morning stop come at

Now her nerves were beginning

| scribbled a note to Joel and left it |

on the desk. It stated, briefly, that | their marriage was a mistake and

| she was returning to her mother.

The days which followed were | harrowing. Her mother did not | approve of her action; the tongues | of the roomers clacked and tell-tale | jaws stopped in midair when she entered a room. She wore herself | out running futilely to the window | each time she heard an automobile | door slam. { “Martha, it isn't decent to act this wav,” her mother said one day. “How can you expect Joel to take] vou back after disgracing him like | this?” “Oh. mother, try to understand.” Martha begged. “I can't go back unless he asks me—he doesn’t want me.” It must be true. Ten days had passed without a word from him. Had she done the right thing? If she could just be near him, she would be content, she thought humbly. Finally, she decided merely to pay a visit to their home at a time when she knew he would not be there. The house looked exactly as she left it. Somehow she had expected it to have a reproachful look and shrink back when she entered. It smelled of dust and did not seem to have had an occupant for days. Curiously, she hurried to the desk. There was her note, unopened. This frightened her rather than reassured her. and she ran upstairs. Their room was in chaos: Joel's clothes

drawers showed signs of hasty packing. Upright on the dresser. was the explanation — a telegram addressed to Joel from Nadine's mother. dated the day Martha had left: “Nadine killed in automobile |

At the bottom Joel had scribbled: “Will be back as quickly as possible. Love, 3”

” Ld ”

ARTHA sat down weakly. Then Joel did not know she | run away. Was he hers entirely now? No, the situation was twice as bad. He would mourn Nadine. Would that woman ever stop haunting her? She destroyed her own note, telephoned her mother, and prepared to wait for Joel's return. The following day he wired that he would be home on Wednesday. When the day arrived Martha put on her most attractive dress, a soft muslin with ruffles which gave a little fullness to her thin body. Excitement had added a glow to her face. She was coming down the stairs when she heard Joel at the door. She hung back, suddenly hesitant about meeting him. “Oh, please, God, have him loving me,” she prayed. Joel came in—walked up to her. He had a half shy, half eager look on his face. What was he hiding behind his back? “Look Marty!” he said after he had kissed her. From behind him had appeared a small boy of about 4. He was

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His eyes were deep brown. looked her up and down, grinned.

“Ttis is Tommy,” Joel explained |

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