Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 5 February 1938 — Page 14

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Foe Love

By RACHEL MACK

CAST OF CHARACTERS POLLY CHELSEY, heroine; stranded in London when war breaks -out. JERRY WHITFIELD, hero; the Yankee who sees her through. CABELL BANKS, privateer captain.

Yesterday—Unwelcome in her greatuncle’s bouse since the declaration of war, Polly seeks to find Jerry Whitfield!

CHAPTER FOUR

FRRY WHITFIELD, who had sworn to his New England

mother that he would not drink

strong liquor, sat in the Unicorn and Crown Tavern trying to drown his troubles in a mug of ale. Those troubles were as follows: He was caught on the wrong side of the Atlantic when America was going to war; and he had seen for a moment and lost again in the fog a tall brown-haired Yankee girl who had appealed to him with fright in her eyes. He looked up to see old Chet Wheeler beckoning to him furtively from the doorway of the inn. He got up and followed Chet outside. “Get your clothes together in a hurry, lad!” the old sailor whispered hoarsely. “We're going to Dover by coach. Down at the wharves I scraped acquaintance with & Scotch smuggler, half French, that says hell take us across the Channel. He's got a fishing craft called the Sea Serpent that works out of a cove between Dover and Deal and he puts in at a fishing town near Calais. He calls himself John McGean Or Jean Clitte, accordin’ to where he’s standin’.” “Well, now—" Jerry demurred. «What's the matter with you, lac? I thought you'd jump at the chance. Ain’t it good enough for you?” Jerry shifted before old Chet’s gaze. “It’s good enough for me,” he said, “but—" How could he tell this practical old seaman that the girl they had seen that morning was haunting him? “Did you have in mind shippin’ on somethin’ fancier?” inquired Chet. “If you have, you'd better find it yourself. Try to, that is.”

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T was then that the girl came toI ward them. She was walking rapidly and her eyes were fixed on the sign of the Unicorn and Crown. In her arms she carried a little mongrel dog. Jerry went toward her, and when she saw him she stopped in her tracks. Her face lighted in a way to quicken his pulse. “Oh!” she said. “It's you! 1 can't tell you how glad I am!” “You mean you were looking for me?” “yes. I had to find you again.

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him we ought to swallow our pride and ask for what was our due. Dick could have his medical course at vale, I reminded him, if we could get our share of Grandfather Dart's money, and I could have a woman to help me with the housework. I've been doing it alone since I was barely 14 when my mother died.” “Haven't you ever played, Polly?” “Oh yes. When I could find time. But I'll admit I've been pining for some excitement for a long time. That's why I snatched at the ocean voyage when Cousin Tim Chelsey offered to take me. 1 reckon I was vired of work.” She looked ruefully at her long strong hands, calloused at the base of each shapely finger. Jerry took the hands in his, but when he had tenderly examined the callouses he did not let them go.

sn = un OLLY said, “You'll never know how I felt when I realized I'd walked up to a perfectly strange young man and put my hand on his sleeve and spoken to him!” Jerry said in return, “And you'll never know how I felt when I found you were gone!” There was a stilted silence which Polly hastened to break by calling Nuisance to her and telling the story of his life, so far as she knew it, to her distant cousin from Massachusetts. “Don’t you think he’s got points?” she wanted to know. “None that I can see,” Jerry answered. “But I reckon he'd die for you if he was put to it—Polly, do you think a man could fall in love just like falling off a cliff, without working up to it?” «I think,” replied Polly, striving to be sensible and clear headed, “that were apt to do that sort of thing when we're far away from

home, and lost like. Tl try to remember that, and Tl thank you to do the same—Do think we ought to hold hands like this, for no reason at all?” “yes” Jerry Whitfield said huskily. “Yes.” At that moment a street musician struck up & tune on a flute, very sweet. Polly ran to the casement window and threw it wide while she leaned perilously out. Jerry crossed the room and stood beside her. = [ptReNmgs had fallen. It was enchanting to Polly. Qutside were the noises of London— the sounds of a strange hostile city settling to rest, and the sweet minor notes of the flute that seemed to pipe of love and danger. Within was candle light and & table set for two, and Jerry's arm around her. For he had put it there, and she. had let it stay .. . And when she turned from the window it was inevitable that she should find her face near to his, and his arm yet closer around her. Her arm crept around his neck, and when he kissed her, she answered the kiss shyly, experimentally . . . Presently she drew away from him and whispered, “What must you think of me, Jerry Whitfield?” She put her hands against her burning cheeks, looking at him in wide-eyed consternation. “I've seen you only twice. Both times I've thrown myself at you. And now T've let you kiss me in & tavern room, like a wanton.” “Hush, Polly!” he said, holding her to him. “I can’t bear it if you belittle yourself. Will you marry me tomorrow?

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(To Be Continued)

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Daily Short Story

FAME TO BLAME—By Garvin Reid

I'm Polly Chelsey from Connecticut and I've just run away from old Mr. Dart’s house in Hempill St. because he hates Americans. He's my great-uncle, but he doesn’t claim me. . . . you remember seeing me this morning?” «yes! I looked for you after you ran away, but not a trace. My name’s Jerry Whitfield—" «1 know. I heard him call you that.” She inclined her head toward Wheeler who Was making elaborate pretense Of studying the sky. Jerry asked, “Are you the daughter to Trepid Chelsey who lost the big Proud Lyme off Nantucket a few years back?” “yes. That's my father.” “Then youre my cousin, Polly Chelsey! — Far distant, I mean,” Jerry added hastily while his eyes paid ardent homage. “My mother’s got Chelsey blood. “We live in Massachusetts, Newburyport.” Chet Wheeler cleared his throat, and Jerry made the introductions, after which old Chet said pointedly: “We're just leaving London, Miss. Jerry and me. We're taking coach for Dover.” «Oh-h-h,” said Polly in a small forlorn voice. «Can she go with us?” Jerry asked Chet. “No! I had to fight for two passengers as it was. Get to France yourself, lad. Then send for her.” Jerry looked hard at chet Wheeler. “I'll not leave her stranded here,” he said. The two seamen understood each other as well as if they had argued for hours. Jerry Whitfield would stay on, knowing that every hour that passed must make more precarious the life of an American sailor in London. They shook hands and parted, old Chet looking as sour as if pickled in brine. » ® %

JoRRY took Polly into the tavern ¥ where he was able to engage & small room overlooking the stable yard. He explained to the inn keeper, Mr. Toby: “I will use that room. My cousin here, Miss Polly Chesley, will take my former room. Send up fresh linen and have the room cleaned for her. We'll have our supper there for privacy, if you can serve us. Miss Chelsey has a little dog with her. He'll want bones.” Soon they were together in the inn room that had been Jerry's. Polly was helping the porter lay out the supper. A table had been moved into the middle of the room, its two leaves raised and a white cloth spread. Silver candlesticks held lighted tapers; in the table's center was a bunch of August lilies that Jerry had bought from a flower seller beneath their window. Jerry had ordered extravagantly, for he was' extravagantly happy. Though Polly had suggested eggs and tea and scones, he had called for fowl in a silver covered dish, with coffee and a sweet. Polly was impressed. “Have you learned all this from the English?” she wanted to know. “I ought to have on my low-neck muslin dress and my dancing slippers, ready to step off a minuet!” “you ought to be just the way you are,” Jerry answered. Somehow the words carried the meaning he wanted to ccnvey. He was an inarticulate New Englander, in love for the first time in his 25 years of eager living, and he was a little dizzy from it. “Tell me about old Mr. Dart now,” he suggested. Polly told him, and he listened thoughtfully. After that he told her about himself, and how he had become stranded in London. “We are in some danger here,” he said simply, “but things will be all right. I'll take care of you, Polly, and get you home to your father if it's the last thing I ever do.” “Then my father will be everlastingly grateful to you,” Polly said. “He sets a lot of store by me. He was against my coming. He said

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“Then You Didn't Suspect?”

IL, Ae LACLEDE was taking no chances. The rimmed glasses were not necessary — his heavy beard was disguise enough to deceive anyone, but he wanted to do everything possible to keep his identity secret. Even at this secluded resort, far removed from Hollywood and known only to a handful of veteran fishermen, Lawrence was taking precautions. No one knew his whereabouts but his man Jenkins, who accompanied him and had made reservations under false names, Lawrence was determined to escape those obnoxious movie-fans—those autograph seekers—and those fawning females. Particularly those fawning females. The phenomenal Success in pictures that had sent him soaring to fame and fortune in two years had given him such an overdose of admiration that even Lawrence Was running away for a vacation. “Up here,” he told Jenkins, “I don’t expect to meet any women, but if I do—" he adjusted his glasses and stroked his whiskered cheeks, “they will never doubt I'm one ‘John Blotz.'” Everything ran smoothly for the first three days—fishing was good and Lawrence enjoyed almost complete solitude. His only contact with people came when he had dinner at the lodge, and there the few guests at other tables merely nodded with detached courtesy. ” ” »

TE the third night while dining at his customary place at

the farthest table, he looked up to

Mind Your Manners

Test your knowledge of correct, social usage by answering the following questions, then checking against the authoritative answers below: 1. Should a business man sitting at his desk rise to greet a visitor from outside his own company? - 2. Should one pause at the threshold when entering & room? 3. In a conversation should you repeat the name of the person to whom you are talking after every remark? 4. Is it necessary to keep your eyes on the face of the person who is talking? 5. Is is correct for a young man to say “Yes, sir” to an older man?

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entering the room with a gray-haired man. Lawrence was immediately impressed with her appearance—she was different from anyone he'd ever seen. Here was a beauty, but totally unlike any to which he'd become accustomed. Her features, though good, were quite plain, and closer study revealed that it was her expression more than anything else that made her so outstanding. There was a brightness in her face—a look of awareness in her eyes—that doubled the value of her basic good looks. As he sat staring at her, Lawrence told himself that this woman must be charming. He also told himself that he must meet her,

Later, after cultivating acquaintance with her father, he managed to meet Betty Bond. And then his difficulties began. At first she made it nearly impossible for him to see her alone, and when he did she was even more charming than he had imagined, but she kept their friendship within very impersonal limits. He was sure she liked him, but feeling about her as he soon did, this was far from satisfactory. » » "

EVERAL times he was tempted to give up the disguise, but remembering how often he'd vowed to find a woman who could love him for himself alone—without his position—without his wealth, he continued as he was. Sometimes he wondered if she were not playing & part—knowing full well who he was, but pretending to be taken in so as to catch him. This idea always faded, however, when he realized she was too intelligent to encourage him so little for so long. That wouldn’t be smart, She'd said there wasn’t but he couldn't be sure,

Finally he could wait no longer. He was determined to propose, but the thought of her refusing him was unbearable. Again he decided to take no chances. The disguise must be dropped. Surely, then, he would win her. He sent a message to her cabin asking her to meet him at the beach in an hour—that he had a surprise for her. Then he hurried to his own cabin, “Jenks,” he cried, “get a lawn mower and go after this beard—I'm going to emerge from my cocoon!” Jenkins looked mildly surprised. “You see,” Lawrence went on, “I've decided to ask Miss Bond to marry me, but in all fairness to her, I think she should know who I really am before she gives her answer. Its likely to be rather a shock and 1 don’t want to deceive her any longer.” s " ”

N less than an hour he appeared before her. She looked startled. Then, laughing, she said, “Well, John! This is a surprise!” He grinned back. “Then you didn't suspect?” “Suspect?” she asked. “You mean that you were so dsome behind all those whiskers?” “I mean who I am, of course.” He waited, puzzled by her slowness to recognize him. She studied him more closely, then said “Obviously you're not John Blotz, but—I don't know-—" “Very well, then,” he said as fais, Wy

rence Laclede?” He couldn't believe his ears nor his eyes. The face plus the name meant nothing to Betty. “Ye gods! Haven't you seen me on the screen?” he asked with won-

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“I haven't seen & movie-maga-gine since I was in high school,” she explained, “and if I did see your name in a paper it wouldn't register—I know so little about any but the old-timers.” She tried to appease him with a smile but he continued to be chagrined.

“Why—for Pete's sake? Have you been a hermit?” he shouted.

She laughed. “Practically. I've been living in the country most of the time—I can work better. You see, I, too, am flying under a false flag if not a beard. My name is Elizabeth Bondingham.”

| 2 WENOES face was grim. It wasn’t enough that she didn’t know him. Now she acted as though a name like Bondingham should mean something. He looked like a petulant boy. In but a moment Betty had taken in the situation and she dropped her eyes embarrassed. “I'm sorry, John.” Then she put out her hand and he thought she seemed slightly amused when she added, “It’s been nice and I won't forget you. Goodby.” He shook her hand weakly and they parted. At his cabin he growled at Jenkins, “Pack up. We're leaving.” The man looked questioningly. “No—" Lawrence snapped. “I didn’t ask her—I found out in time what a—a country bumpkin she is!” His wrathful indignation swelled and he began changing clothes. Presently he said coolly, “Jenkins—have you ever heard of Elizabeth Bondingham?” The man looked up brightly. “Oh yes, sir—she's the novelist who has written two of the best-sellers——" THE END (All events, mames and characters In this story are wkolly fictitious.)

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O important is milk in the human economy that the Health Section of the League of Nations has recently made available a study of milk by a committee including

representatives from Denmark, Holland, England and France. It may surprise many Americans to realize that the milk supply in most foreign countries does not even approximate in its general safety the average milk supply of the United States. The committee points out that there is no reason why people in Europe should not be supplied with safe milk, but not until it is realized that the same care must be exercised over the milk supply as is exercised over the water supply will it be safe to recommend unlimited ‘consumption of milk. In many countries it has been customary to gloss over the unsatisfactory condition of the milk supply with the assurance that the benefits to health resulting from increased consumption will outweigh the dangers of drinking milk that is not hygienic. In the development of good milk one starts as far back as a consideration of the food that is given to the cows and the quality of the cows that supply the milk. Investigators found that many farms had cows with a low output. By using better stock properly fed, the farmer could obtain just as much milk from a smaller number of cows. = » »

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