Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 22 February 1938 — Page 16

| 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: Jerry and Cabell Banks are put ashore in disguise at Ramsgate.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

FTER they had walked a little A way, reveling in the feel of

hard ground under their feet, they thought of food: Jerry said, “I think we're half starved, that’s what we are. Let’s find an inn.”

“Not in this quarter, you fool. Too many Sunrisers about. We must get away from the water- . front and buy civilian clothes before we eat a mouthful.” This they did. Later, as two civilians, they sat at a tavern table and tried to satisfy their halfstarved bodies without / making themselves ill. ; When the meal had been eaten Jerry spoke. “Now I must go back to London, cross-country, and see about Polly.” “Go to London, you idiot? So you've the vanity to suppose she’s still waiting there for you? You told me she thought you'd deserted her. Hasn't she any pride?” “Yes,” replied Jerry, “Pollys got more pride than normal. She’ll not be waiting for me. But I must go to the Unicorn and Crown and try to trace her.” “See here!” “It’s a piece of adness. You'll be picked up again. There'll be a reward offered for us tomorrow, and London's where they'll post it first. If you're caught, it will mean Dartmoor or the hulks.” “I'm going up to London,” Jerry said. “Wait for me if you like.” * And ht went by the morning stage coach while - Cabell Banks grumblingly waited for him at an inn

On the night of the second day Jerry returned, grim and practical. “Well?” said Cabell. “Polly Chelsey left London for Dover some days ago. Mr. Toby, the tavern keeper, said she hoped to cross the Channel and join her cousin's ship at Cherbourg. He Soliant tell me where to look for er.” “What did I tell you?” “That she’d be gone. That the trip would be useless. But I had to know, Banks. I couldnt have gone off, not knowing. . . . The trip was worth while in another way, too. Mr. Toby told me that woman who got me into this—you know the one I mean—got to suffering from a bad conscience and wrote a letter to Polly explaining how the press gang got me. The - Tobys sent the letter down to Dover by next day’s coach, so they think Polly may have got it. I like * to think she did. . . . Cabell, lad, I'm sick for a sight of that girl!” Cabell Banks shrugged patiently. “I believe you said you knew how to get us across - the . Channel. Could I trouble you to put your mind on it now?” | “Yes,” said Jerry, * coming back to earth. “Well, there's a place betyeen here- and Deal known as - (Clitte’s cove. Jean Clitte-puts in there after he’s stopped at Corly, further south. Clitte’s cove is where we must go. . . . How are your feet?” ba 2 nn =n NHEY agreed to set out ‘at once, on foot. Somewhere "in the neighborhood of the cove they would wait for the smuggler to come in. They might take lodgings at a farmhouse, or, if this seemed incautious, they would, hide out in a wooded ravine. Cabell invested in a pair of pistols for them and in knives of a serviceable sort. Thus equipped and with money in their pockets they had no fear of starving. They turned their faces southward on the King’s Highway where the road roughly followed the sea. A signpost pointed the way to Deal; the road stretched levelly before them. The necessity of walking all evening and most of the night did not disturb them. They were intoxicated with their new-found freedom. After the long dark hours in a ship’s hold it was rather like heaven to them see the sky overhead and to feel the wind in their faces. - They continued to be of that mind even after they grew tired. They had brought food with them, and now and then they would crawl onto a stack of hay for rest and refreshment. Yet the night had. its drawbacks. Once they were stared at susp ciously by a farmer in a cart, an . questioned. And once they passed a hanged man dangling : from a gallows, left there as a horrible warning to “All that pick pockets and live thereby.” (So said the painted sign). . . . ,Near midnight they hid in a copse as several men went past on horseback. And wisely. These were robbers and could be plainly heard planning to hold up the carriage of a local squire as he came down from Lordon tomorrow night. The two young men hidden in the copse felt tenderly of the money concealed on their persons and were in no hurry to come out. Often the deep ruts and loose rocks sent them sprawling in the road, tearing their clothes and scratching their shins. But the going became even harder after they had to leave the highway. When the road turned inland they kept to -the shore, for the cove they sought must be recognized by its relation to the sea.

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came upon it unexpected- : ly, recessed in a curve of the shore line. Jerry would have own it from the description he afl had of it, but tonight there were surer signs to mark it. An ugly two-masted lugger lay off shore, andin the ravine, lanterns bobbed in the darkness. “God in Heaven!” said Jerry reverently. “Can there be luck like this for us?” “It seems improbable,” Cabell re- . “And yet .. .” And yet there was a dory being lowered away from the lugger and making silently for the cove. Six men oared it... . n” Jerry said. “It’s . Clifte or some of his men. We'll - meet them on the beach.” With: this method of approach

r in a classroom, “If we hallo .up. here and explain our presi

exclaimed Cabell. |

ence, it will be safer. , Out of range, you might say. They're apt to take us for customs agents if we walk into them.” Jerry saw the reason in this. He curbed his impatience and waited for the boat to beach. Then, cupping his hands around his mouth he called down, clearly but. not loudly: ’ “Does Jean Clitte go there?” There was a silence, broken only by the swish of the waves. Then a voice from below, rough and rasping: “Who asks?” “Jerry Whitfield. If Clitte’s there he’ll remember me. We talked in London.” ; “Clitte’s not been in Lon’on!” “McGean then! John McGean was in London!” A laugh below. “All right. Come ’ere and lend a hand. We aim to sail before day cracks.” Jerry and Cabell (and it was now Jerry who led) made their way through slipping shale and stone to the beach below. As they came onto the sand Mc-

Gean held up a lantern and stared |

into their faces. To Jerry, whom he recognized, he said: “You said

there'd be a woman with you Who's this?” “My plans were changed for me. This man’s my friend. He's all right. You promised passage for two. ‘You'll be paid for two.” McGean nodded .abrupt dssent and lowered his lantern. “Fall to!” During the hour that followed they helped the smugglers land French brandy from the boat onto the shore and carry it to an abandoned thatched roofed cote in the ravine where it was received and checked by men whose dark outlines only could be distinguished. And from this hut they helped carry bales of what appeared to be English woolens and loaded them into the returning boat. - Several trips were made between lugger and shore. When Jerry and Cabell went out to the ship and boarded, at the last trip, they saw Clitte coming from the cabin and locking it carefully. ; “The rascal doesn't trust us,” Cabell said." . ~ “Nor I him,” Jerry answered.

(To Be Continued)

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

Daily Short Story

BRIGHT IDEA—By Hazel Owen

FFICER O'SHANIGAN, his handsome face lined with dis-

may, breathlessly approached Capt. Patz at the local fire station. “That brother of mine is the nuisance. Fightin'—always fightin’— him and them young hooligans of his. Now I'll be missin’ seein’ Maggie on account of them.”

Capt. Patz, braced in the doorway, merely snorted and spat out upon the sidewalk. But his indifference meant little to Officer O’Shanigan, who was busily scanning the opposite side of the street. Unless he'd missed her, Maggie should be coming along now, on her return from work. And just when O’Shanigan thought he could no- longer stand the strain of waiting, Maggie appeared, her trim figure minutely visible as she turned in at her green and white cottage. Officer O’'Shanigan sighed quite audibly and gazed uphappily as she closed the sereen door behind her.

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Car PATZ hitched his suspenders and spat again. “Bah!” he snapped, “and you crying shame on your kid brother’s scrappin’. If the ornery Irish temper weren’t so strong in the O’Shanigans you wouldn't be doing your courtin’ from the opposite side of the street tonight.” Officer O’Shanigan answered with a mild look of reproach. Now how was he to know that the handsome looking fellow who'd kissed Maggie smack on the lips at the door last night was only a cousin from Dublin? Maggie shouldn't hold a grudge forever— Officer O’Shanigan was forced to drop the unhappy situation at the unexpected arrival of a pestilence. It came in the appearance of Timothy, lordly young O'Shanigan, daring to return to the neighborhood, after having been chased a full quarter| of a mile by the irate arm of the law. Tim, 11, freckled and lean, strolled along the opposite side of the street. His hands were in his pockets and he was whistling like one demented. O’Shanigan watched with rising suspicion, for when Tim whistled his loudest, he was usually up to new devilment. Devilment? The word suddenly gave Officer O'Shanigan an idea, a glorious one. . “I hev it!” he shouted, so loudly that his voice carried across to young Timothy, who threw a glance of alarm in the direction of the fire house. “Have what?” quizzed Capt. Patz, revealing a gleam of sardonic interest. “An idea. It just bounced into my head!” “The. echo’ll kill it,” retorted the captain and he ambled back into the station. Officer O’Shanigan heard him not. He whistled the stop signal so familiar to Timothy's car. The latter hesitated, at a fair distance. Officer O’Shanigan banged a fist into the palm of his hand, and with a cry of glee started on the run cross the street. .

Mind Your Manners

Test your knowledge of correct social usage by answering the following questions, then checking against the authoritative answers below: 1. Is it correct to introduce a mayor as “Mayor Johthson”? 2. Should one speak of a governor as “Mr.”? 3. In diplomatic circles, is the highest ranking ambassador the one who is longest in residence in Washington or the one longest in service for his country? : 4. Is a man of lesser rank introduced to a man of higher rank or vice versa? 5. Is it correct to speak of the wife of a doctor as “Mrs. Dr. Watson”?

What would you do if— ° You are writing a letter to your Congressman? Would you say— : A. “Dear Representative Black”? . B. “Dear Sir”? Som C. “Dear Congressman Black”? = ® = = Answers

1. Yes. 2. No, he is “Governor Lister.” .

3. Longest in Washington. 4. Lesser rank introduced to higher rank. 5. No. ‘ | — Best “What Would You Do”

solution—(B) or “Dear Mr. Black.” : :

APT. PATZ returned to the door in time to see the youthful

gladiator take to his heels with Officer O‘Shanigan dangerously short-

ening the distance between them with his long sure strides. As the sun began to retreat in all its glory, Capt. Patz came to the doorway, snapped his suspenders and spat upon the sidewalk. Across the street he saw young Timothy who appeared to be hunting fourleaf clovers on the lawn in front of the green and white cottage. Tim was thus engrossed when a shadow ‘darkened the ground and a bare foot pinned his hand to the grass. A tall angular lad grinned down

between them, very nasty ones, for quite suddenly the bigger boy brought up his foot and touched Timothy heavily under the chin. Tim picked himself from the gutter and with a straight right on the long lad’s jaw began the massacre. From the corner came a dozen Young ruffians, armed with tin cans, deceased tomatoes and cabbages. They divided into two parts, sus‘piciously equal parts. It was a royal battle staged on Maggie’s front lawn that late afternoon. Artillery and fists flew in every direction while the cries of the wounded mingled with the squash of the vegetables. The screen door of the green and white cottage swung open and the startled Maggie appeared. Almost immediately and seemingly from out of nowhere Officer O’Shanigan’s nimble legs carried him to the battle ground. “Beat it,” he shouted. “You young rascals should be behind the bars.” And so expressive were his words that the mass of arms and legs untangled very suddenly and the two armies, now quite fraternal, down the street. - From the midst of the scene of disaster Officer O’Shanigan lifted pained eyes to a very indignant young lady. “I'm sorry, Maggie,” he lamented, his voice trembling as he edged toward the steps. “’Tis a fine vegetable salad they've presented you with.” :

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AGGIE haughtily began to withdraw behind the screen. Officer O’Shanigan’s heart turned a cartwheel at her retreat, and he began’ to scale the steps, three at a time. At the top his foot collided with . something very soft. His descent was rapid, head bottommost. Maggie, in great alarm, hurried to his side. ’

you hurt, darlin’?” Officer O’Shanigan smiled an up-side-down smile. Lifting his foot he eyed the last of a crushed tomato. “Sure and who's caring?” he gurgled. For answer Maggie kissed him. Next morning Officer O’Shanigan leaned against the door of the fire station and sighed with perfect contentment. Across the street strutted young Timothy whose grinning lips refused to let him whistle. Capt. Patz spat out upon the sidewalk. “Pot luck!” he snorted. Officer O’Shanigan smiled like a good Irishman. “Sure and who’s kicking? Two bits for pot luck—including all the vegetables and the kids’ salary.

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That’s cheap.” (THE END)

(All evebts, names and characters in this story are wholly fictitious.)

YOUR HEALTH

By DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN American Medical Journal Editor

VERY year 6000 fatal burns and scalds occur in the United States, and 40 per cent of the deaths concern children under 15. The number of deaths is much

smaller in the five months from May through September - because children spend more time out of doors. The rate is higher in the

| winter when home fires are burning and the children are exposed to-

accidents. : 3 It is interesting to realize that the chance of death by burning is much less in a modern home than in an old-fashioned one. In the modern home the gas burner and the oil lamp have been replaced by an electric light. The coal range has been replaced by a central furnace which also provides hot water. In the records of a large insurance company it was found that stoves and grates, hot water and matches accounted for 66 per cent of deaths in females from burns and 53 per cent of deaths in males, Incidentally, the hazard of death by burning is greater for the female sex than the male. In early childhood hot water is the leading cause of accidental burns. The proportion of deaths for girls is higher largely because of the additional

hazard that arises due to feminine

clothing.

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inated on the danger of lighting fires with coal oil and gasoline as starters, that particular performance continues to be an important factor in the high mortality from burns.. 2 ” 8 O doubt there has been some improvement in the death

rate from burns because of the

new methods which modern medical science has discovered for the early treatment of these conditions. If your child is burned put

tion. Then everything possible can be done to make certain that there will not be secondary infection and that the person burned will be protected against the shock which almost invariably follows a severe burn covering a fairly large amount of the body surface. The latest method of treatment about which much has been writ-

method of treatment, In that method a spray of tannic acid is utilized to form a. crust over the burned area and in that way to protect it against infection as well as to protect the nerve endings from the kind of stimulation that results in shock.

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in the 17th century mentions the

large rivers and lakes and the mineral wealth of this section. In 1843

Fremont explored and described

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Q=If a bullet is fired downward from a height toward the earth, how much faster will it be traveling when it strikes the earth than when it left the muzzle of the gun?

A—The bullet will be accelerated 32.16 feet per second for each second during which it is traveling toward the earth. : Q—Will cinders improve the surface of dirt driveways and prevent ruts and mud-holes from forming?

this region, and a thorough survey was made in 1849-39 by Howard

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read him a few chapters from the Life of Washington!”

especially over the paths usually|

traversed by the car wheels, a layer of good surfacing material will gradually accumulate. This will be a good driveway itself, or will be a good base on which to place a better surface.

QI am preparing a thesis on

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data? ih A—Write to C. G. Garratt-Holden, Secretary, Institute of Municipal Treasurers and Accounts, 1 Buckingham St, S. W. 1, London.

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