Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 11 December 1937 — Page 14

HONEY * BEE GIRL~—Indian; member of Barry's party." . HADES JONES —Pipnsesi. member | of Barty’s party.

Yesterday—The crisis of the sacrifice is met when Bob rises to the occasion and tells the strange people the Sun God wantstonly happiness on this earth. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE HE celebration continued until well past noon, and Bob’ was forced to do some tactful hinting in order to get more food for bimself and ‘Lissa. “Evidently white gods aren’t supposed to eat much,” ‘Bob grumbled, good-naturedly. “I'd give.a fot to sit down to one of Honey Bee’s meals right now.” : : “Me too!” 'Lissa agreed. “Say I wonder what's happening back in camp, Bob? Don’t you Wncle Hades is likely to start after. us?” “Your guess is as good as mine. It all depends on what. the cook _ tells. Unfortunately, we ordered her not to tell anything, you know. We've got to get out of here as soon as possible.” Bob need not have ‘worried about their escape, for the_brown people themselves had been planning. When the huge bonfire had died down and the merrymaking subsided, the chieftain approached Bob, with great deference. The two men talked, with signs and a * few ‘words which Bob had picked up, for more than an hour. A ring 's of villagers stood around to watch, : at respectful distance.

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THINK we understand each other, at last,” Bob eventually said to ‘Lissa. “The chief here is begging a boon for his people. He - petitions us never to reveal the location of the their village to Jheirenemies.” Lissa stared questioningly at

Bob. “Who ard their enemies? Now, ) mean?” “Nobody. But they don’t understand that.. Their word-of-mouth history tells of raiding -cut-throats, . who drove their ancestors out of the cliff castle, you know. They fled here to hide. They've been hiding Jor a long time, and they don’t know anything else.” ‘ “Oh—that’s right. And I don’t much blame them, Bob.” “Nor I. They begged us not to destroy them ourselves, too. I promised, provided we would have an escort back up the cave trail.” # rl 2

ISSA wasn’t sure she wanted ‘ever to see the inside of any cave again. But Bob told ther there might be no other way out of the box canyon, even with dangerous climbing. The brown chief said so, and his people surely ought to know. Rock walls can be defiant of man.

“However, I'll bet Hades Jones|"

and Holliman and I could figure a way to get out.” Bob was staring speculatively at the cliffs. “Take some lengths of rope, spiked shoes, a short miner’s pick, and—" “Bob, aren’t you: assuming too much, though? These people have no rope. shoes. Or metal tools of any kind.” 3 “That’s right, sweetheart. But I was just supposing. Anyhow 1 want to go back through the cave. We'll have a guide back to my lost " shoulder pack. And I marked our .own way down to there, you remember.” - ‘Lissa shuddered, in memory. But she nodded agreement. ls. you come back here soon?” the apd , looking up at his eyes. esitated a long while before answering. “What do you think?" | Would you?” her full on the lips. “I'm going to be busy for a while, getting married, and making love, and—-"

HE blushed at that, smiled at him. “Most gentlemen make love 1s first, then get married sir!” “Not me! I'm going to make love right along, true enough, but believe me Miss Lane you're going to marry your business partner as quickly as we can get a license and a preacher.”

“Praid Td run away?” she teased. ra pee. Wouldn't blame you a lot. I'm taking no chances.” “But honey.” She snuggled to him then. “You will want to see this

place again, and you kuow it. This

would fascinate any archeologist.” “Lissa girl, this experience has

EL been bigger than: any archeology,

or any other science. Why this is— this is a utopia! It’s not real, yet it is, It’s almost unbelievable. The living ‘dead. The existing past. I know it’s a heaven for an archeol-

the only white al ue they've ever seen or heard of. These folk still

live back in the. fourteenth century,

in effect.” “I know, Bob. I thought about it all day. It would be cruel, inhuman, to disturb them.” “I'll say! Imagine the newspapers. And the newsreel cameramen. And the tourists, and hot dog stands and filling stations popping up on the new road out Beret

He kissed|_

the canyon village. They slept agin) in the -chieftain’s house. presents were brought to Be any mostly ‘useless, valueless, buf evidently highly prized ceremonial sticks, fetishes, feather Srnanents, and other. things with religious sig nificance ' to the brown folk. Bob

?| showed gratitude as best he could, | V8

and returned them, It was toward ‘before they could get to

| lis down. They slept at once, sound-

ly, happily, The chief himself selected a guide for them next day, a young brown lad who appeared signally honored. Probably he had a reward coming to him, Bob suggested to ‘Lissa, and this was it. » » ”

BE “hadn't far to lead - them, really, Bob wanted to explore the cave, but he resisted all Sempla-

tion, « to take back" any ‘evidence of

any | the cave or the hidden valley. When

the guide found their pack, anc |

Bot located his own chalk trail makers, he turned and addressed the brown boy.

The lad never understood, put Te was obviously impressed with Bob's speech.’ Bob then opened the blades of his pocket knife, indicated its posible use, and gave it to the boy. Shart of life itself, he couldn't have offered anybody a gift more wonderful. The boy's happiness was almost’ divine. When: the lad had disappeared bacl: down the subterranean trail and his. torchlight was no longer visible, Bob held his own light and —taking ‘Lissa’s hand—led the way slowly RD As alone with her lif

(To Be > Continued)

Daily Short Story

BRIGHT LIGHT—By Li Plunkett

“She knew Joe planned fo kill her.”

4 knock came again, - softly

urgent. Velma Kenton, photographer, . wondered who it could be. Clients for sittings did not come to the back door at night. She reached the kitchen door, opened it

a crack. “Joe!” she gasped. [He stood, teeth glistening in a stubble of beard. His coat hung loosely, torn at one elbow. Massive shoulders towered over her, seemed to smother her, and she swdyed, trembling. “So you know me, eh? worry, you won't faint. scared to faint!” = He pushed his way inside, shut and locked the door, putting the key in his pocket. His yellow eyes blazed in the light, and he lifted both dirty hands, fingers curved, before her face. . hg

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» s J V NET ‘it right,” he ‘whispered. “One scream and they'll fasten around your neck. Pull the shades.” “Joe—" she could barely make the words come, “Joe, why did yon come here?” “Damn it, pull the shades!” ; She obeyed dumbly, unable tb think beyond the horrible certainty that he had come. “Now the front room,” he ordered. “And don’t light the lights.”

She pulled these shadés also. He slid past her, to the front door, locked it and placed its key with the other. Standing there, a grim shadow, he surveyed the living room, lighted as it was from the kitchen beyond. His eyes flicked the walls, the camera studies... . . moved on to the alcove with its photographic array. His lips curled.

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ICTURE ' taker, eh? I heard about that. I%heard you was making money.” “If it’s money you want——" she breathed. ; “Shut up! Ill do the talking. That developing room suits me fire.” His Yes narrowed. “Expecting anyone 3 “Oh no! Not—not now.” He laughed egain, softly. * “Not even—Detective Hal Brown?” The wall pressed her from i

Mind Your Manners

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hind. She started to scream. Her hands flung up as though to find support, struck ‘the light bracket. Dislodged, its parchment shade hit her an instant before his fist , . . 2 x = : OE MANTON was ‘watching her.

standing,

“Try to holler again and I'll break

your jaw.” She stared at him, dread eating at her heart. “You—you broke prison,” ‘she whispered. “You're damned right! I told you I'd get that guy. He stole my freedora. Now: he’s ‘stolen my wife!” He cursed. “We hear things up the river. And we've got time to plan. Ge; up! You're going to terephone.” “JOC 1? He laughed, dragged her to her feet, and she heard her voice, pleading: “They'll catch you! I know what's in your heart, Joe, You can’ do it and get away!”

. 8. 8 8 T= hard mouth: swore again. “Get to that phone!” He caught her arm, twisted until she moanéd. “Tell him to come over. ‘Tell him the. door will be open and you'll be in the dark-room working. Tell him to light the lights when he comes in the door. Tell him!” Dully, her body trembling, she called headquarters and asked to speak to Detective Brown. ‘Hal—come oyer now. It—it’s important.” And mgetically. (It will ‘be at least an hour,” Brown's voice answered. “Is that all

right? I'm on duty tonight, you know.”

* ‘All Tight,” she whispered, andg her throat caught. The phone and x

dead again. She looked into those yellow eyes, read death in their depths. “You can’t do it, you can’t!”

'| she eried. “You'll go to the chair!”

: ® 8 IME dragged. ‘Joe’ Manton

teunting her. “I'm going to be across the room,

and ‘when the lights go on I'll}

blast him.”

She pulled herself away, ran sob- |

bing trom the kitchen. He let her

go and she knew he was playing, The outer doors were |

with her. locked, she couldn’t escape quickly. To call for help would only mean a

billet in her back, and she didn't |

want to die, was afraid to die. Yet, subconsciously, ‘she’ ‘planned to kill her also.

She stumbled in the darkened |

room and fell. Joe's mocking laugh-

tor. stung her ears as she struggled |

up, moving swiftly now.

“The dark room won’t help you.” “Nothing will help you.” |

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Ax the while she kept moving, desperately, for the clock ‘crept

ever toward the hour, and then she:

heard Joe's steps from the kitchen,

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in “Saratoga” after her death, and jin what scenes? How was it possiiie . for Harlow to appear in the

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which the character were hich helped conceal : y and’ also in race track ( scenes, where she always held a pair of field glasses before here eyes when facing the camera. In other scenes back was to: the camera. She a; in-about two reels behe lds od Scenes are not always Blamed sequence, and the last one

low’s’ Sena YQ t proportion of Focera

oil employees are ployed in the District of Columbia? A—On June 30, 1937, there were 841,664 [mens in the service, of whom 115,964 were employed in the District of Columbia.

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name of Blandford, & town in Maasachusetts?

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