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THE INDIANA

BY IDA RINER GLEASON

CAST oF CHARACTERS KATHLEEN O’SHAN-—Heroine. of greeting card verse. BOB McTAVISH—Hers writer. PAT—The janitor who raved Cupid. . he DUCHESS — Patron of surrealist rt.

PROF. BRACEY—Egvptologist.

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Yesterday—Comes the Duchess’ party. Boh tells the Duchess, in response ta her attentions, {hat he loves another girl—someone who doesn’t love him.

CHAPTER ELEVEN OR a moment the Duchess Stared at him as though she could not believe what she had heard, then she turned away with & shrug and an angry gleam in her ves. She was not used to being pushed aside by any man. especially & man who was younger than she was and apparently had no money. It was unheard of. Always before they had been the most flattered because she deigned to notice them. “I see,” she said in an icy tone. “You prefer the little Irish verse writer to me, perhaps. Well, darling, of course you understand I was only playing in character. Queens go in rather heavily for such things, I believe. Run along now to your charmer, and tell Prof. Bracey to come back and rescue me. These other men all bore me.” She languidly held out a bejeweled hand. “Okay, your Majesty,” Bob replied with a little laugh, glad enough to make his escape. For though he had played up to her mood, he knew well enough

really had been courting disaster when he refused to be dazzled by the willful beauty. “Poison, what she is,” he muttered to himself. “The farther I can get away from her the better I'll like it.”

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HE pirate coming by just then hooked his arm through Bob's and led him to a secluded corner where they could overlook the

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Copyright, 1937, NEA Service, Inc. things, besides being a fascinating |ing and wringing her hands, and man of the world. Even the Duchess | begging someone to find her emeragrees with me on that. What else ald for her. could he be?” | “Bob. maybe we could do someRenewed shouting and deafening | thing for her!” exclaimed Kath- | applause prevented him from an-|leen. swering. “The Duchess! Hurrah for |

the Duchess!” |

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HEY pushed their way to her side, and Kathleen tried to | | put her arms about the frantic woman's shoulders.

She was indead an arresting picture in her beautiful fur-trimmed robe, with its long train Salling gracefully from her shoulders. The : . lights made each jewel which she| “Don’t touch me—don't | wore a dazzling splendor. Even her | near me!” she screamed. | loose mop of platinum curls added | diamonds-—nothing is safe!

come

| of regal daring. She might

other ruthless royal beauty. She | matic gesture. “He—he was with

bowed smilingly at her admiring | me when I was sitting on that

jmadionee. and put her hand to her |pensh. He said he didn’t love me. breast where the famous emerald— y.+ he didn't say he didn’t want

® [ my emerald! He was leaning over |

jew s . She gave | me—" oe ewe) pring a All eyes fastened on Bob. Her Quick, the lights!” : | tirade was broken by the sudden In a minute the room was a hub- light from the electrical Cupid bub of excitement. The crowd | Which pierced a dark oN on seethed about the little platform, all | the other side of the room, s on. | talking at once, shouting directions | Ing & pirate struggling despera ely and offering advice, while a frantic | With the tall Pharaoh. Bob gave | search was made for the missing | one look, then plunged into the gem. But it was not found, and | crowd and fought his ‘way to presently the sinister realization | Steve's side. At that very minute. | came over everyone that each one Bracey's fist stretched the man

she | had meant what she said, and he |

that's |

there was a potential thief. Suspi-

| high-pitched voices. | The Duchess herself | queenly dignity terical, raging wildly about, weepn-

forgot her

cious glances mingled with nervous |

from Headquarters

aoh. still clutching the image,

started for a nearby door,

and became hvys- |

(To Be Continued)

Daily Short Story

ONLY CHANGE-—By James Lumpp

dancers. “Guess there isn’t going to |

be enough excitement to pay for

getting into this fool rig, McTavish.” |

Steve complained. to have designs on either the dame

or her rock.

“Nobody seems |

I've talked to quite a |

smear of ‘em and even danced With | one or two wild-looking gals to see if I could find out something. But |

it’s no go.”

“I'm not so sure about

that.” |

Bob's eyes were following Bracey | and Kathleen as they passed with- | in range of a light dart from the |

mechannical Cupid. Pat was certainly keeping his Slevinie eve on Bracev. “See that tal £ over there? The one with the little image in his hand. th statue remind you of anything? Steve's eyes opened wide with interest. “You mean—say, go cut In on the Pharaoh, will you?” un

HE next minute he had grabbed # a passing dryad and swung into the dance, steering his course nearer and hearer Bracey and

Kathleen. Bob skirted the crowd lose the job and——" he broke off | the job,

until he was beside them, too, and

tapped the professor's shoulder just |

as Steve came opposite. As Bracey stopped, a sudden movement from the detective's arm knocked the little image from the Pharaoh's hand. Steve caught it adroitly before it hit the fioor. “Sorry I was so awkward,” he apologized as he fumbled with it. “Here you are.” holding the little plaster god out to Bracey. “Not hurt a bit. Just what is it, anyway?” “Merely a copy of an old statue,” answered Bracey stiffly. “Sure,” answered the pirate with 2 grin. “An A-1 copy, all right. Glad I didn’t ruin it for you.” » ROF. BRACEY took the image and walked rapidly away, so he not see the expression on the face as he looked after

did pirates him. Bob, Steve caught the rhythm of the music once more, taking pains to keep close to Bob and his partner. At the intermission, he was standing at Bob's elbow. “I've an idea,” he said in a low tone. “That guy—"

The silvery blast of a bugle in-|

terrupted and made everyone pause. A parade was announced when each guest would pass singly across a platform to display his costume. Bob caught Steve's arm excitedly. A shapely nymph was passing across a tiny raised stage placed in front of a bank of ferns and greenery. As she paused an instant, the room became completely dark, and hidden electric bulbs suddenly flooded her with light

from every side, so that every de-|

tail of her flimsy draperies stood out against the dark background with startling clearness. She gave a little cry of surprise, then quickly seized the opportunity to exhibit her charms, which brought a burst of applause.

”

NE by one, the other guests passed in motley array, the women especially, very conscious of the vivid picture they made. Geisha girls, slave girls, ballet girls, court beauties, peasants in colorful native costumes, were interspersed with soldiers, emperors, and all the various characters that men assume. Applause, boisterous laughter, and comments greeted each one. Then Bob nudged Steve's elbow as the tall Pharaoh walked slowly into the light, holding the statuette at a stiff angle before him. He looked so startlingly like = carving from some ancient temple there was an immediate rattle of handclapping. But he seemed not to notice it, just paused an instant, then faded mysteriously into the darkness. Bob turned to speak to Steve, but he was gone. “Wasn’t Prof. Bracey simply wonderful!” exclaimed Kathleen.

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,” Bob grunted. Then he asked directly, “You really think he is, don’t you Kathleen?” She did not reply for a minute, then she said, “Why do you ask me that, Bob? Yes, I do, if you must know. Prof. Barclay has been ~wonderful to me. He's never so taken up with someone else he forgets I exist.” Bob ignored this remark, but asked, “And it would upset you a Jot if Barclay turned out to be something you didn’t expect?” “I don’t know what you mean, Bob. Of course I know the professor is an authority on Egyptian

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Egyptian |

Does that |

With a meaning glance at |

“I'm no longer interested in Jane.'”

y HAT are you going to do about the job up north with | Jane's uncle?” asked Clyde Wilson, | stifling a grin as he gazed at his { former classmate in the hospital i bed. | Bill Doran looked up bitterly. “I | had the nurse send them a wire. | T should be on the train right now. | But the doctor says I'll be here at | least three weeks. That means I

| suddenly.

{ Jane Harrington! Clyde knew | What Bill had been about to say. | Tough break for Bill. But not for | Clyde. If his scheme worked it | would be the luckiest break in | months. “One man's loss iS ani other's gain,” he thought slyly. | Bill was clever and a good en-

{ gineer. Clyde admitted that. But

the real prize was Jane. They had | been rivals for her in school. She !

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E OO bad,” Clyde sympathized. |

“You worked hard on those plans that got you the job. I hate | to see you lose out entirely, old man. Maybe you'd be interested in a little | proposition.” Bill's eyes, though dulled by pain rand discomfort from the appendicitis operation, showed interest. “I'd like to have that job my- | self, since you can’t take it,” Clyde said smoothly. “And so I'm willing | to buy a copy of your plans.” | “What for?” “So I can familiarize myself with the project.” » » » ILL regarded his visitor a moment. job?” he asked slowly. plenty of money.”

“You've gol

aged to look downcast. “Sure it isn’t anything else?” Bill asked narrowly. Their eyes met. “Not at all,” said | Clyde lightly. “I'm no longer interested in Jane. If I had wanted her I would have gone up there despite the job——er, that is,” he added | hastily, “before I lost my money.” | Bill was thoughful. “How much | Will you give me?” “Twenty-five dollars.” “You're crazy,” said Bill. “Fifty, then.” “I wouldn't take less than $200.” Bill offered. “Oh, well,” Clyde shrugged, “if you insist.” He took a check book from his pocket and quickly filled in the proper amount.

ILL gazed at the check blankly. Then: “I'll have the nurse call my landlady. Shell let you in my room. You'll find the plans in my desk.” Clyde smiled. “One other thing now, old man. Would you mind writing a letter to Harrington and explaining. Tell him you sent me in your place . . . that you know I'll handle the job well.” “Sure. Glad to. You'll do the job, once you get there. Mr. Harrington is hard to get along with. Had trouble with one engineer. This time he has threatened to horsewhip the man who fails him. But he pays well.” “I won’t have trouble with him,” Clyde laughed disdainfully. Clyde shook hands with Bill. Then he was off. On the street he fairly beamed. He had put it over on poor old Bill without a hitch. ou = u MORROW! Wisconsin! Jane! She had been the most popular co-ed on the campus. A blond queen, just the kind of wife he needed to keep up his prestige in business and society. By noon next day his business was settled. He swung his low, powerful roadster onto the highway. Two days later he stopped before the log, hut office of the small

“Why do you want the |

“I've lost a lot since we got out | of college,” Clyde replied and man- |

| ble of horsewhipping anyone who |

| defied him. | “I've obtained a copy of Bill's plans,” Clyde said assuringly, “and studied them. I am, as you will see by the letter, as qualified as he far I'm a graduate engineer.” Harrington sat down to a discus- | sion. Finally he was convinced.

on the floor. | With cat-like quickness, the Phar-!

ping

He looked at Clyde coldly. “The road must be ready in two months. There'll be trouble if it isn’t. You've got to see it through. That's a | | warning. I'll show you over the | property now.” | » »

be IGHT. But I want to change | my clothes first. And.” he | smiled, “I want to tell Jane hello. | It'll be quite a surprise for her.” | The gleam in his eyes indicated | that he considered the surprise a | pleasant one. | “You'll find her in the house [down the road. But hurrv.” Clyde left. Harrington scared him with his bluster. Five minutes later he ran up on the porch. Jane came to the door, her | eyes wide. | “Clyde Wilson!” she exclaimed. “What are you doing here?” He explained quickly. “And,” he added, “besides working for your uncle I'm looking forward to keeping you amused. You must get ter- | ribly bored here.” | “But I'm leaving tomorrow.” she said, holding up her hand. | Clyde's mouth opened, but nothing came as he stared at the dia[mond on her finger. | “Bill sent it to me by airmail” (said Jane. He had a lucky break on a Small business deal. And while he’s not making much of a salary where he works, he said it would be enough for us to get mar- | ried and live on until something | | better turns up. Isn't that grand?” |

THE END

The characters in this story are fictitious

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