Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 23 July 1937 — Page 28

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CAST OF CHARACTERS JOY-<Heroine, hostess in smart Maine tearoom, ROGER-Joy’s fiance; rising young designer. ANGELA-Joy's rival in love, DICK-—Wealthy voung playboy, Roger's rival in love.

Yesterday: Dick proposes to Joy. Then she learns through Peter that some mysterious relationship exists between Jigger and Dick.

CHAPTER EIGHT

UESDAY: Days fly like the wind here . . . too busy to make a note of all the thrilling things that are happening at The Golden Anchor and in its environs. Summer colony all excited about Serene Shores. Asked Cal why . . . he says the police are watching it . hints that it is linked up with some international smuggling ring, but they can’t get the goods on them . . . declares that some excitement may be expected there any day. . . . Seth Bradshaw, the origjnal owner of the property, sold it to some New York man for a summer home before he left for the Far East. . . . Coming home unexpectedly, he discovered that the fellow was only a dummy buyer, and now the question is, who is the real owner and just what sort of a resort is it? Cal declares there's a mighty pretty girl who is very interested in

one young man who's vacationing |

there . . . “the fellow that brought you the news about Peter that day he tumbled into the lake,” he described him. , . . Of course, that's Roger and from Peter Angela. Wonder what she is doing there . . . » un » UST check up on what's the use? Later. Went out with Dick again tonight . . didn't want to stay at home with my thoughts . . . it didn’t do me much good though for we'd hardly got into his car till he said: “See the papers today?” “No, I'm giving newspapers a vacation just now.” “Too bad . . . there was something you should have seen . might have convinced you that I know what I'm talking about.” “Better tell me . . . you know I can’t bear to be Kept pense.” “Afraid .I can’t quote to you verbatim, but I guess it's only a question of hours till Angela's en= gagement to Roger will be an-

that; but |

nounced.” fatuously. “Wonder if we'll get “Is that $0?” 1 said, rather invitations to the wedding?” I

know it sounded silly, but I did not want Dick to know how desperate I felt. He twitted me more than once about Roger being his rival. 5 ” » VERYONE knows it's Angela's money that's the drawing card there.” he said in a smug tone. “He's made up his mind to get ahead and I guess he realizes you

can't go far in New York-—or any-

where else for that matter—unless you've lots of cash behind you. Isn't that so?” For a moment my heart rebelled, then as though the future spread out before me and I saw Roger going farther away from me, I said: “Guess you're right, Dick, about the money. It's terribly necessary.” “Well, how about helping me | spend mine?” “Oh, that mightn’'t be such bad idea,” I remarked, trying o forget that I had ever loved Roger. “Of course it's not, darling, for | I'm wild about you . . . there isn’t | a thing I won't do for you, if you'll | only promise to marry me. He slipped his arm about me, and held me close. “Tell me you will,” he pleaded. =» ” ” KNOW I should have said, “No!” for I don’t love Dick, but even as I said, “Yes,” I felt this might truly be my answer if I saw an announcement of Roger's wedding to Angela. So now I'm engaged . . . Dick wants me to marry him right away . . . tells me we'll start at once on a year's honeymoon around the world . .. I told him I'd have to stay here till September. “If that's all you're worrying about, I'll fix that,” he declared. Somehow I don't quite like this rush, in spite of my girlish dreams of a lover who would simply sweep me off my feet and carry me away to his castle without so much as a “by your leave” . am I getting too old, or is there some reason for the feeling of suspicion that comes to me now as I sit and write this entry in my diary? Peter told me that Tad and he have rigged up some sort of tower on their fortress . . . suppose I ought to go and see that it's all right . . . I don’t want any broken bones for those youngsters. . . . Tad declares you can see for miles from their tower . . . can even see the teahouse. » » n

HEN I spoke to Cal about Jigger, he said he'd done some work for the man, when he first came up here . . . tidied up the garden or rather .cleared away some of the brush that was growing right near the door . . . he'd promised him some more work, but when Cal asked him about it one day when he met him in the village he pretended he'd never seen him before, informed him he didn't want fellows like him prowling around his place. “Yes, that's what he said, Miss Joy, and I can't understand it, unless there's something not just straight going ‘on up at the old farmhouse.” “Do you think there is, Cal? Did you ever see anything when you worked up there that was a bit

“Land's sakes, no, Miss Joy! When I did that work for him he hadn’t moved into the house . . . said his things were coming by truck .

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wasn't bringing much stuff anyway . . . only coming up here for the sake of his friend's health. I told him he couldn't find a better place than right there in the woods . a fellow would soon be well out there in the fresh air and sunshine. He paid me more than he promised . gave me a $5 bill . . . a nice, new orie : I've put it away . . going to give it to the wife for her birthday.’ 0 » » ELL, that was rather nice. Maybe his friend doesn't like having strangers around if he's real sick.” “I've thought of that . . . but then he could have told me. I wouldn't have minded that . . . besides, now that we're so busy at the teahouse I won't have a minute to work for anyone else. There's one thing that's always looked kind of queer to me—he moved all his stuff in in the middle of the night!” “He did?” “Yes, the folks that live about a quarter of a mile down the road from the trail that leads up to his place told me. Old John was sick, and his wife was up looking after him . . . went to the window after she gave him his medicine . . . saw a big truck parked near the bend . heard swearing and arguing

. then saw the truck turn into

the old road . . . ain’t much more | than a path nowadays.” ” ” » OOD gracious, Cal, I think

we'd better call it the Mystery House. Aren't there any policemen around here?” “Yes, we've a constable in the village, but he's mighty busy looking after the traffic when the summer folks are around , besides, he always says he ain't g0ing poking his head into places where he's not wanted so long as folks mind their own affairs.” “But is Jigger minding his own affairs?” Cal shrugged his heavy shoulders. “He ain't interfering with anyone around here as far as I know,” he answered. “Well, that's quite a story, Cal” I said, remembering the scarred tree, the fresh ruts in the over-

grown road. “Does Jigger have a car?” “Don’t know about that. That old woman I spoke about was

a rn: kindling in the woods one day . . . told me she saw new tracks on the old road . . . says cars often turn in there, but always at night!”

(To Be Continued)

Daily Short Story

COURTSHIP—By Arthur Watts

WAS in town for the first time in four months and I run into | Joe Otter, His real name is Joe Otter Tail, but he dropped the tail | because it was too much trouble.

Joe's a halfbreed I used to trap with up on the Nipigon. We freighted a lot of furs into Ft. Francis | together, back in the days when | they were payin’ $20 for beaver, but [that ain’t tellin’ you about Joe, the

great ladies’ man.

When I saw him you could have tied me down with a spider web. Joe's no more of a dude than I am, but he had on a suit of clothes that you could see four blocks away and [a grin just as foolish. “Hello, Bill,” he says. I tell him, “Don’t hello me, you Indian, until you tell me why you're going around dressed like a lumberjack's Saturday night.” His grin gets a little more foolish and he invites me to have a drink while he explains; so we go over to Mike the Greek's for a couple.

IKE pours out two, and before I have a chance to lift one Joe says, in a low voice: “Bill, I'm go- | ing to get married.” | I think that one over for a min[ute and conclude I've heard right. “Wait'll I take a drink before you tell me who it is,” I beg. I gulp one down and nod to him to eo ahead. “Big Annie,” | the floor. | "Big Annie!” | “Yes,” he adds. “I need a squaw | to take care of me. I'm sick of | splittin’ wood and cookin’, and besides Annie's not bad lookin’ if the light ain’t too strong.” | Well, I figure he's lyin’, because cookin’ never bothered Joe any and | also I know that Big Annie's got | about as much sex appeal as a cow a | Moose, 50 I tell him he'd better give ™ the real reason,

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E have another drink on that. “Are you gettin’ hitched today?” I ask him. “Sure,” he says. [IT ain’t told Annie yet, but it'll be all right with her.” That just goes to show how dumb Joe is about certain things. He may be one of the best mink skinners in the north, but he doesn't know nothin’ about women. “You sap,” I say, “you can't get married like that.” “Why not?” he asks, “Because you have to court ‘em. They want you to take ‘em out in the moonlight for a walk and put your arm around them, tell ‘em they have eyes like a gray squirrel and stuff like that. You've got to be romantic or you won't get nowhere.” “Umph,” he grunts. “That's the bunk. You fellows don’t know how to handle women. Come on out with me and I'll show you somethin’.” I figure this ought to be pretty good, so I tell him I'll go. We have some lunch first, because I don’t want Joe to get married on an empty stomach.

NNIE lives in a little shack about eight miles out of town with her folks. It's a good twohour hike, but a fellow’ll walk a long way to marry a woman with money. We just get started when the forest service truck comes along. Those fellows are always in such a hurry that by the time they stop and we catch up with them we are halfway there. They step on it and we arrive a couple of blocks ahead of a cloud of dust. The shack is a hundred yards or so back in the brush. No one is in sight, but we hear some work goin’ on in the back yard. It's Fred, Annie’s old man, and his wife, splittin’ wood, or, rather, the old lady is doin’ the physical exercise and Fred is dozin’ with his back against a stump. The squaw grunts when she sees us. Fred looks up. He acts sort of peeved at being disturbed.

“What you fellows want?” he

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1 echo, sort of dazed. |

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Joe says, ee he's commentin’ on the weather, “I come out to marry | Annie.”

» » ”

RED knocks his pipe out against the stump, lookin’ at Joe all the time. “What vou tellin’ me for?" says, “You better ask Annie.”

1 stand there with my mouth | open, while Joe goes over to the shack and pounds on the door. Annie comes down. We can tell she's | comin’ because the windows begin to rattle. Her full-moon face is split by a happy grin. She blinks a little when she sees that suit Joe has | on, but being an Indian she's used | to strange sights. Joe greets her like this: “Hello, Annie. Want to get married?” She says, “When?” He tells her, “Right now.” “Sure,” she says. She may have blushed as becomes a bride, but you'd have a hard time tellin’ it with a complexion like Annie's. Her face is the color of a strong cigar. Well, it's all settled. Annie goes over to Fred and says somethin’ to him in Chippewa. I take it for granted she's askin’ him if it's all right. Then she goes into the cabin to get ready. The old lady follows | her. » » ”

OE is actin’ pretty cocky. He's | throwin’ out his chest like a | fellow who has just put over a big deal. He gives me a wink and I'm | beginnin’ to think that maybe these Indians do know something about handlin’ women. We sit there on the back porch and talk for a while about huntin’ i and trappin’ and how the price of | furs is down. Pretty soon Fred remarks, casually: | “Nice pension Annie gets.” | “Does Annie get a pension?” Joe asks, as though it's all somethin’ | new to him. “Sure,” Fred says, get $90 a month.” “Whadyuh mean, used to?” Joe | sounds a little startled for a fellow | who hasn’t heard about pensions for | full-blooded Indians. “It's only fer single women,” Fred | tells him. “Lose it when you get married.” Joe acts like he doesn’t hear. He | has his head turned the other way and is starin’ at something.

OOK at that big buck over there,” he shouts suddenly, pointin’ to the brush east of the shack. Fred and I turn to see it. There ain't any deer, and when we look around again, Joe is gone. I glance at Fred. He doesn’t seem surprised. He's just sittin’ there with a grin on his face. “That fools em all,” he says. “What does?” I ask, innocently. “The one about losin’ the pension.” “You mean she wouldn’t lose it if she got married?” I ask, a little excited. “Naw,” he grins. “That's just the way we get rid of these fellers that wants to marry Annie fer her money.” That gets me. I laugh till I'm weak, and then I hear a noise around in front like someone's got mixed up with a buzz saw. I take a look, There's Joe, leavin’ for town in an awful hurry, with Annie and her maw dustin’ him off with a couple of brooms. I let him go, because I have to sit down and laugh some more. The great ladies’ man. Wait till I see that guy again,

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