Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 28 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 young playboy, Roger's rival in love.

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Yesterday: The mystery about Dick is cleared up; he is involved with counterfeiters. He flees the country and Joy is relieved at the turn of events. But what of Roger?

CHAPTER TWELVE

UESDAY: “Morning, girls,” Cal | said when he came into the kitchen this morning, and I knew by the deliberate way he started to shove tobacco into his mouth, that he had news for us. “Giuess everyone will be happy around the lake . . . the Township Committee announces that Serene Shores will be closed . . . Seth Bradshaw found out that there was some crooked work over that deal, and he's got his property back; but he's giving it to the Township for the benefit of all his old neighbors and friends.” “Too bad I won't live here after I'm married,’ said Tess. “I sure would enjoy sitting on the porch looking at the lake. Any other news, Cal?” : “Yep, Miss Pegler's closing her | house today.” rr =» ” | OW fast news travels, was what 1 thought as I waited for his | next pronouncement. It was about | Dick and the mess he'd got into. | Told me I was lucky to find out what sort of a fellow he was before | I tied up with him. . . . I didn't need | to answer for Cal had still more news for us. Clearing his throat, he said, “Had lots of excitement last night.” “yes, you went to the movies, didn’t you, Cal?” Tess said. “I did, but it was when 1 was g0ing home that I was almost scared out of a year’s growth.” “Gzosh, Cal, what happened?” Tess demanded.

» » » ” ELL, I was coming past Se[rene Shores . ..saw a couple of cars in front of the clubhouse ... it was late for I stopped in to see some folks after the show and we got talking . . . saw the clubhouse door open and that young fellow—his picture was in one of the magazines.” “You mean that famous designer, Roger Brough,” Tess said. “Yes, that's the fellow I mean. | Well, he came out with another man—a heavy-set short fellow, and that pretty girl folks say he's going to marry. He opened the door of a swell limousine, and helped the girl in . . . she didn't want to g0 though and hung around his neck, but the heavy-set fellow said, “Cut that out,” then, turning to Roger, whispered something to him. “After they got in the car, the girl looks out and says, ‘Join us in Boston, Roger . . . I've got the tickets” But the man speaks real angry-like, ‘You can't do that . . you've got to stall them off . . . we got a poor enough start as it is.’ ”

“Gee, Cal, that sounds like a movie thriller . . . what was it all about, do you think?" n » n “yy ~NOULDN'T say, I'm sure . . . maybe there'll be something in the papers about it.” I wondered, but had to hustle and arrange the flowers, then I decided if T was ever going to do anything about Jiggar the sooner the better . . . started out toward the haunted house . . . passing the cabin, I noticed that Tad and Peter were in their lookout tower . . . Peter seemed terribly excited. “Look out,” I called, “or you'll fall.” “Oh, Joy, want to see something?” | he cried, craning his neck in the | direction of the haunted house. “Haven't time,” I answered, as I hurried along. A moment later Peter was at my side . .. “Are you going to the haunted house . . . let me come with you . . . please!” “No, no, Peter . . . you know you promised—" Suddenly echoes of rifle fire shattered the stillness of the woods. “That's just what I thought . . . I was sure it was Eb Tuttle and some other men who were at the haunted house . . Tad and I saw them go , . . come on back to the cabin . , . you can see everything from the tower...” n » » KNEW it wouldn't stand for my weight; but I knew that when the sound of firing reached Cal's ears he would be along instantly. I might as well go back. It was Tad who got into the tower first. . . . “They've got 'em,” he cried excitedly . . . “the policemen have their guns on them . , One man's on the ground . they're bringing stuff out of the house . . . oh, there's a huge dog like a wolf . . , he's leaped on one of the policemen . now he’s slinking away . . . standing beside Jigger.” Not knowing what would happen next, T took the boys back with me to the teahouse. Cal was down in the thick of things for Eb had tipped him off about the raid. It wasn't till nearly lunch time that Cal appeared with full details . . .the police had arrested all the men, though Jigger had been shot and wounded in the attack. “Well,” he finished, “that clears up a gang of counterfeiters and I guess I had something to do with their capture . . . remember that bill I told you about, Miss Joy? Well, after we got that warning about counterfeit money, 1 took a look at it . . . showed it to Eb . . . he figured it was bad, and turned it over to Mr. West at the bank.” » ” » * OU did, Cal?” “Sure and it wasn't worth a nickel, but I got even with that fellow Jigger for paying me with counterfeit money, for that gave

Eb the tip he needed, or rather the Secret Service men needed . . . Ves,

Miss Joy, I was right about them, too . . . they were the fellows I saw one day with Eb, but he had to pretend to me afterward they were just tourists till they could be sure they were on the right track. They say there's some connection between them and the folks who were running Serene Shores . . . Eb figures maybe that artist fellow was the one who made the plates for them, and the packages at the depot were meant for him . . . guess they'll be after him right now if they haven't picked him up already.” Calling to Tess to keep an eye on Peter, for I refused to let him go back to his fortress, I raced along the path to Serene Shores. As I flew along the ground I was dovetailing ‘all sorts of incidents into each other . .. Peter, excited as we hastened toward his haunted house, forgot what he'd promised Dick and told me that he had seen Dick with Jigger, and heard Jigger demanding money from him. Dick had surprised the youngster and threatened him, then compromised with a big box of candy. » 8 ”

H, things were beginning to grow plainer to me with every step I took . . . but in spite of everything I felt the least I could do was warn Roger. The place lovked deserted . . . 1 pounded furiously on the door; at last it was opened . . . Roger

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stood before me. “Get out of here,’ | 1 cried, “quick before the police and Secret Service men get Here .. . they'll be along any minute . . . | come . . . I'll show you a short cut | through the woods.” I put my hand | on his arm. Roger smiled. “No fear of that,” he said, as he drew me into the hall. I couldn't understand at first what he was trying to tell me... then the light dawned . . . Oh, I should have known that there was never anything between him and Angela . . . nor had he ever had anything to do with Rocco's shady deals . . . it was just a coincidence that he came to that resort. He wanted to get away from New York to think things out . . . he never knew till Angela arrived that Rocco, hiding behind one of his henchmen, was the real owner of the resort. Wednesday: ‘I'm going to quit keeping a diary ... too many wonderful things are happening . . . all misunderstandings have been cleared away between Roger and me . .. I'm wearing his ring again . . . we'll have a fall wedding. Peter's thrilled at the thought of going to boarding school . . . “I always told you, Sis, Roger's a grand guy!” Such language . . . still he means all right . . . that's exactly how I feel about the man I love!

(THE END)

CAREER—By

Daily Short Story

Lonie Balsley

ARJORY VAN ALSTYNE had always declared that she wouldn't get married for a long time, perhaps never. Her. art career was going to come first. It wasn't a case of sour grapes. There wasn't a boy in Hillsboro who hadn't fallen head over heels in love at the first sight of Marjory's soft blue eves and the hair that was just the right shade of brown and naturally curly, and her five feet four of youthful, bubbling vitality. Her parents said she'd get over it and her brother Bob declared she was crazy, but as time went on and Marjory still worked, poring daily over her sketch pad, they all, one by one, conceded that perhaps she meant business. So when Bob got a job with the

| steel company as an engineer and

went to the city, Papa and Mamma Van Alstyne decided to let Marjory go to the city, also, to study. n » n T worked out very nicely. Bob would drop in once or twice a week at her tiny flat and oversee things in a pseudo-fatherly fashion. Marjory worked even harder. She kept away from dates, hardly spoke to any of the boys. Everything was

.| fine—until Bob introduced Bill Wil-

liams. Marjory wouldn't have given Bill a passing thought except that he looked so worried. And, as he didn't seem at all likely to try to make ijove to her, and perhaps because she was feeling a little bit lonesome, she let him take her out to dinner. The first thing she knew he was telling her all about it. “I just came here from Cleveland,” said Bill. “I met a girl there, an actress named Hilda LaRue. One night when I didn't quite know what I was doing I asked her to marry me.” “My, my,” said Marjory. accept?” “She did,” said Bill. “And you don't love her?” “Of course not. It was only the infatuation of the moment.” “And she?” asked Marjory. “Does she love you?” » ” nN ILL shook his head. “No, I'm sure she doesn't. But she isn't doing so well as an actress. She wants someone to lean on and she thinks I'll make a good meal ticket.” “I don’t see that I can do anything for you,” said Marjory, “except sympathize with you.” “Yes, you can,” said Bill. will.” Marjory raised her evebrows. “If Hilda thought that I cared for someone else,” went on Rill, “she might not press her claim. If you would pretend that we are in love

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“I see,” said Marjory, carefully. “There's going to be a party at a friend of mine's,” said Bill eagerly. “He has invited a number of people, Hilda among them. Let's go tonight.” Marjory hesitated, then nodded. Two weeks of hectic pleasure went by. They dined and danced and went places where Hilda was likely to be found. They went to party after party. At the end of that time they faced each other again. Bill spoke: ” ” ” “PTS no go, Marjory,” he said. “Hilda just doesn't care who I go with or what I do. She says that even after we're married she doesn't care.” “But what are you going to do?” asked Marjory. ‘ Bill shrugged. “There's nothing to 0.” “But Bill, you can't—" “Oh, it's been done,” said Bill carelessly. “After all, Hilda is a rather interesting person. A fellow might do worse. She has a position in the world, a reputation—-" Marjory got up so suddenly she almost upset the chair. ‘“You—you —cad!” she said wrathfully. Then she slapped him, hard, so that her fingers left ®our red marks across his cheek. » ” »

HAT week she threw herself desperately into her art work. But the harder she tried, the less she accomplished. What had before been interesting lines and colors and shadows now was nothing. Her mind kept going back to Bill—— One morning the door bell rang

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and when Marjory answered it she got the shock of her life. There stood Bj]l and—Hilda! “Hello,” said Bill awkwardly. “Can we come in?” There was nothing else she could do. She stood aside. She managed some sort of a reply to Hilda's “How are you, my dear?” They all sat down and Marjory passed cigarets around. “We've got something to ask you,” said Bill after a pause. Marjory managed an even “Yes.” “You see,” went on Bill. “We— I-—Hilda and I are going to be married tomorrow. Just an ordinary marriage at the city hall, and we wondered if you wouldn't come with us as a witness——?" n » » ARJORY could feel her throat muscles tightening. She glanced at Hilda. Hilda nodded ever so slightly, a peculiar look on her face. Marjory flung back her head. “Of | course I'll come,” she said and she | was surprised at the quietness of | her voice. “What time shall it be?” | She had just finished putting the | last touch of powder on her face the next morning when they came | for her. She glanced despairingly | in the mirror. In spite of everything, she had not been able to make her | eyes look any the less swollen from | crying. When Hilda and Bill had left last night she had been astounded at | the empty feeling inside of her. | And then, like a flash, she had known what the trouble was. She loved Bill! She had loved him since | that first day. But now it was too | late and she had to put cold water | on her eyes and powder them | heavily and smile as if nothing had | happened.

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HEN they got to the marriage license bureau, she heard Bill say. “We want a license, please.” She heard him answer the questions. The name, age, if he had ever been married before. Then | the clerk said, “Your name?” and | looked straight at her! “But it's not me,” “It's—it's—" “Yes, it 1s,” said Bill's voice calmly. Then to the clerk, “Don't mind her. She's a little nervous.” He grasped her firmly by the arm. “Tell him your name,” he said. “I hope you'll forgive me,” said Bill when it was all over. “But—but, I don't understand,” said Marjory, “You see, dear,” said Bill, taking her into his arms. “I fell in love with you the first time TY saw you, before we were introduced. But your brother Bob told me how in-

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The characters in this story are fictitious

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INSECTS of the tropics have many curious ways of making themselves inconspicuous. The caterpillar holds flower buds in its front legs while covering them with silk, then twists its head around and attaches them to its body.

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