Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 12 February 1938 — Page 14

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Joe Love

By RACHEL MACK

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

Yesterday: Awakening after his blow in the alley, Jerry finds himself prisoner aboard a British ship.

CHAPTER TEN OLLY wakened at dawn and immediately set about dressing and packing. She was pleased to think that Jerry would find her awake and profitably engaged when he came to knock on her door. It puzzled her when morning came in earnest and he had not arrived to summon her. She thought, “I must have misunderstood. Could he have told her to call him when my trunk was ready?” She went through the long narrow tavern halls and down the stairs into the public room. There was a good deal of stir there, for guests were paying their bills and getting ready to be picked up by one coach or another in the stable yard. She drew the tavern keeper aside and said, “Where is Jerry Whitfield, Mr. Toby? Where is my cousin?” “Why, I couldn't say, Miss Chelsey. Come to think of it, I've not seen him this morning.” “Then he’s overslept, Mr. Toby!" Polly exclaimed. “Send a boy to his room! Quick! We're catching the Dover coach!” Mr. Toby made haste to comply, for he was a kindly man and always concerned for his guests. He liked young Mr. Whitfield, for all that he had discovered him to be an American, and he thought Miss Polly Chelsey very appealing and mannerly. Though young Whitfield had spoken of Miss Chelsey as “my cousin,” Mr. Toby—a sentimental mean—soon saw there was more to it than that. He had remarked to the equally sentimental Mrs. Toby, “if they're cousins, it's far distant. I look to see a wedding any time now.” “Sweethearts and Americans,” Mrs. Toby had sighed, for this latter fact too she had discovered from certain evidence. ‘“And they want to pass for a pair of English country cousins! Don’t they know, poor dears, that a young English girl of standing wouldn't gallivant around without a maid or some other female companion?” “Well, she seems a lady for all of it,” Mr. Toby had said, and his wife had agreed. “Though there's no denying Americans have strange ways.” ” 5 » INCE this romance so interested him and his good wife, the tavern keeper had taken notice of Jerry Whitfield's departure from the public room last night with the young woman in blue and the hackney driver. He did not like the looks of it, for young Whitfield had definitely said that he and Miss Chelsey would be leaving early on the Dover coach. Mr. Toby had watched for Jerry Whitfield’s return until 10 o'clock, when he had retired to his own candle-lit bedchamber and nightcap. “J dare say he's gone to his room by the back stairs,” he told Mrs. Toby. “No doubt he knows some folk here in London and wanted to bid them goodby.” .. . But now here was Miss Polly Chelsey asking for him and the coach almost due. , .. When the boy returned to say that Mr. Whitfield was not in his room and that his bed had not been slept in, Mr. Toby and Polly looked quickly at each other. The innkeeper's expression promptly became evasive, but Polly’s remained bland with surprise. “But I don’t understand,” she said. “Nor I, Miss.” The man felt a wave of pity for the girl before him. “Mr, Whitfield paid the bill last night, as I well recall, and drank an ale at that table near the door. . . . Wait! I'll send the porter's boy to the stable yard. He's likely out there, looking after your dog.” “Why, yes!" Polly exclaimed “That's where he is, I reckon.” She clung desperately to this hope until the boy returned. The dog was there, he said, as lively as could be, but not Mr. Whitfield. He'd not been there since last night. The stable boy knew, because Mr. Whitfield paid him to look after the dog. He'd given him a coin last night with orders to feed and water the dog early. Mr. Toby said kindly, “Go to your room and wait, Miss Chelsey. This is a busy time for me, as you can see. I'll send breakfast up to you. There's no knowing when something unexpected will change a man's plans.” ” » OLLY went upstairs to her room. She tried to eat the excellent breakfast that the porter's boy rought up, but she could not. She could only look at it, blankly. She noticed, with some fragment of her mind, that the boy was poorly dressed, as many London urchins were, but that his face was more open and appealing than most. She smiled at him absently and gave him a coin out of her knit bag, for which he thanked her eagerly. “You can take the tray away now,” she told him. He carried out the untouched breakfast, and when he was in the hall he sat on the floor with the tray before him and disposed of sausages and coffee and wheatbread and honey, very happily. It was & good day for the porter's boy. An hour passed. Two hours. Polly paced the floor. She knew when the Dover coach came and went. She said to h&rself at fiveminute intervals, “I must do something!” At noon she went down to the public room and called Mr. Toby aside. She noticed that he seemed loathe to talk to her, for her perceptions were sharpened by anxiety now, and by speculation. She said, “Mr. Toby, is there anything you know about Jerry Whitfield you've not told me? . .. Because if there is, you must tell me now. He's more than my cousin. He's my sweetheart and we were on the way to getting married.” “We figured it that way, Miss. My wife and me. It's pleasant td" see young things in love right under your nose. In this tavern, now, a body sees plenty of crabbed couples disagreeing over the food. Plenty of businessmen from Liverpool and Bristol and the like. Plenty of young men coming down from Oxford and Cambridge for a fling of fun. Plenty of spinsters traveling with their nieces or their maids.

Plenty of—well, of everything, but

was saying to my wife only yesterday—" ” ” ” OLLY caught the innkeeper's wandering eye and held it. “Mr. Toby, you're evading. I asked you

if you knew anything about Jerry Whitfield that I ought to know.” “Well, there's nothing to amount to, Miss Chelsey. Things come up in a man’s life, unexpected like. If I was you, now, I'd take off my bonnet and settle down for a couple of days to wait for him. He'll be back, like as not, as apologetic as can be for upsetting you.” “I'm more than upset,” Polly said. “I'm frightened.. Something's happened to him. Something terrible! Nothing else would make him desert me just when we're getting out of England. . . . You're a good man, Mr. Toby, though you are an Englishman, and I'm not afraid to trust you. We're Americans—" “My wife and me knew that too, though we've not told it. Are you bound for France?” “Yes. We expected to slip across the Channel in a smuggler's boat. Jerry arranged it. That's why I say he'd not have deserted me unless he'd met foul treatment.” “No, Miss,” said Mr. Toby deliberately, for he believed he saw

his duty now. “You can put your mind at rest on that score. It's not that. It’s something else. There was —there was a young lady came into the public room and talked to him last night at the table where he was sitting, near the door. I take it they were old friends. They had coffee together—they and another man that had on hackney clothes. Mr. Whitfield asked the barmaid to fetch three cups of strong coffee from the kitchen, and they all drank together. After that they went out together.” Polly’s face was still and white. “Did she have on a sky-blue bonnet? And a sky-blue dress, cut square in the neck?” “Yes, Miss Chelsey. That was her. Fair complexioned. . . I'd not be too hard on him, Miss. I've seen men and women come and go under my roof and I know human nature. It's weak. Human nature's weak, Miss Chelsey. . . . You wait here till he comes back He'll come. Decent men don’t desert their own.” “Thank you for your information, Mr. Toby,” Polly said in a voice that was much too quiet. “But never mind the advice. I'll take the next coach for Dover.”

(To Be Continued)

(All events, names and characters In this story are wholly fictitious.)

Daily Short Story

COURTEOUS ONE—By Karin Hamilton

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In his left hand was a plate.

HERE won't be any Chinese in this, or any Chinese dialect either, because all Lee How ever said in my hearing was an incongruous “Yah” except, that is, for one, complete, sinister sentence in remarkably good English.

There was never anything very fancy about Lee's place. It was on the fringe of Chinatown and couldn’t hold a candle to the places that got the big play from touring parties and the other hordes of gawking visitors. These spots were gaudy as could be—they fed and otherwise gave the visitor a good show. But not so with Mr. How.

Lee How permitted himself one concessipn to commercialism that had no direct connection with good food—a small electric sign that simply said in dingily illuminated glass characters, “Lee How — Chinese Food.” You turned right under the sign, dipped down a short flight of concrete stairs, shoved through a pair of swinging doors and there you were — inevitably disappointed at the first visit. You saw a long, yellow room, trimmed in the sort of pale, bottomless blue occasionally seen in a Western sky. The windows afforded a view of a grated well in the lower half and legs of passersby from the knees down in the upper half. The curtains had been there for many years. There were a lot of tables, with heavy, wire legs of the sodafountain variety.

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Test your knowledge of correct social usage by answering the following questions, then checking against the authoritative answers below: 1. Would it be correct for a man to introduce his secretary to a visiting business executive by saying, “Mr. White, this is my secretary, Miss Cutler”? 2. May a businesswoman wear a bright clip, pin, or buckle to brighten up a somber costume? 3. Shodld a secretary rise when her employer's wife comes into the office? 4. May one ignore a secretary’s request to state his business with her employer?

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1. Yes, the most important person is named first, contrary to the form in the social world. 2. Yes. 3. Yes, and leave unless asked to remain. 4. No. 5. No. Say, Who .

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EE and I were old friends. (I sometimes shudder to think of that now.) I was accustomed to lunch on birds’ nest soup, noodles, weird pastries of which the Americanized Oriental only seems capable, tender, cooked roots and so forth on an average of about twice a month over a 10-year period. But Lee, all this time, said nothing more than “Yah"—excepting for that last astounding meeting. For, since this singular encounter I have not seen Lee How. Lee How died suddenly —and legally—shortly thereafter, How did most of his own waiting on table. There was another waiter around there most of the time but somehow he didn't impress himself on me as a personality. The case of Proprietor How was much different. You could not have seen him once without rémembering his smile with which he could express extreme and not-to-be-doubted pleasure at seeing an old customer and friend or, as I learned from the incident which capped our relationship, a sort of vibrant, fearsome anger that consumed him and made him look like a madman.

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OW, like most of his expatriate fellows, would have appeared to much better advantage sartorially in the legendary robes of his mother country. He was a little taller than most Chinese I have seen, and the display of skinny ankles below his too-short trousers gave him the appearance of having only just popped up out of his shoes. His black trousers were of cheap make that flapped, unpressed, at the outsides of his legs. How's broad, round face, punctuated prominently by squinting eyes profound in emotional depths, presided over the waiter’'s not-too-clean black coat, white, soft-collared shirt and black bow tie. But it has only been since the last time I lunched in his restaurant that I have thought of his face as possessing evil qualities. Formerly, and demonstrating that I am no great shakes as a character analyst, I thought it capable only of geniality and good will toward his fellow men. I remember very clearly the last time I had lunch under the sign, “Lee How—Chinese Food.” One outcome of that was that I never saw Lee How again after the following day. A collateral result was my resolve never again to eat almond cookies. These statements obviously would stand a certain Rt of explanation and here t is. As ever, Lee greeted me with the smile that said, “Ah, here is one of my very best customers. I am especially glad to see you. You will get the best of everything. I myself will see to that.” He led me to my usual seat, waited for me to say ‘“40-cent lunch,” as I almost always did, responded with that odd “Yah!” of his and clomped into the kitchen.

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HE door to the kitchen had hardly opened, emitted a cloud of steam and odors and closed behind him before he came back through it with my tea, welcome to me because it happened to be midwinter. And so the meal progressed smoothly—until time for my almond cookies. Anxious to top off my meal with this delicacy and get back to work, I impatiently glared about for How, It was only after a considerable wait that How hurried through the kitchen doors. In his left hand was a plate with the cookies on it. My irritation was somewhat increased when I saw that one of the cookies was broken into three parts and quite a sizable piece was clipped from the plate's edge. How slammed the plate down with a force that aimost broke it in two. I glanced into his face about to speak, but choked off my words when I saw his smile. I was

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By DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN American Mediaal Journal Editor N 1775 a book published in England described the use of apples and other fruit in the treatment of dysentery. The method did not seem to attract much attention until quite recently. Then, in 1928, papers began to appear in Germany and in some other countries indicating the value of the apple in the treatment of diarrhea. Various theories have been offered as to why the apple should have any such usefulness. It was suggested that it contains tannic acid compounds which have an astringent action on the membranes of the intestines, but this has not been proved and there does not seem to be any good supporting

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strange quality, How disappeared from the room and his assistant accepted my money. Then I hurriedly left, somehow glad to be away from there. ” ” » EXT morning Miss O'Hara stopped me as I entered the office with the odd message: “A policeman just called and said there is a Mr. Lee How at the station and that he would like to see you.” I about-faced and walked to the district station a few blocks away. “Lee How?” the sergeant queried. “Oh, yes, Mr. Kimball, he's been asking for you. We got a full confession from him and I don't know how you can help him, but we said we'd ask you to come over. He said he has something to say to you. En? Oh, he murdered the cook over in that dingy basement restaurant of his. Told us the cook had had it coming for many years. Don't know exactly what brought it on, but he just flared up and hit this poor guy with the plate he was carrying— right behind the ear — dead right away.” I saw Lee then in his cell, where he stood as dignified as all get out, He didn’t have hardly anything to" say and apparently wanted nothing from me. He smiled and said in remarkably good English: “I am sorry to be so rude to a good customer, because I know I should not have served you on the plate I hit him with and I should have given you other cookies instead of picking up the ones that dropped to the floor. But I was too angry to notice.”

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INCE these suggestions were made in recent years, scraped, dried, and pulped apples have been tried for various forms of intestinal disturbances. The apple is used in varying amounts according to the age of the child or the requirements of the person concerned. The core and the seeds, of course, are removed. To older children, from one to four tablespoons of the pulp have been fed every two hours for a period of 24 to 48 hours, the total amount being equivalent to the pulp of from seven to 15 apples. Although the apple pulp will furnish some water, it is customary also to give extra water or weak tea, since diarrhea invariably takes a lot of water out of the body. Just as soon as the diarrhea disappears, it is customary to change the diet gradually by giving cereal, broths, zwiebach or dried toast, meat broth, scraped beef, cottage cheese and similar soft foods. Then, after a few days, milk, vegetables and fruits may be added to the diet. " 8 nw

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Q—Where and when was the first real normal school founded? A—At Rheims, France, in 1865, by Abbe’ de la Salle, to educate and train teachers for the schools of the order he had founded—“The Brothers of the Christian Schools’ — to give free religious primary education to the children of the working classes of France.

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