Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 8 March 1938 — Page 16

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 — Jerry and Cabell Banks part and Jerry sails for Connecticut, taking a British ship on the way.

CHAPTER THIRTY UST how, Jerry Whitfield wondered, did the commander of an American privateer go about getting a visit home? It was now high summer and he was far from Connecticut. He had

new difficulties. The ship he had engaged in combat had received a broadside from one of the May Queen’s long guns that wrecked her. There had been barely time to remove her officers and men to the May Queen before she sank. “Very bad busines$,” Jerry complained to his first mate. “Our gunners need practice.” His thrifty Yankee nature revolted at sinking a good ship. Now that he had his own vessel, he had pledged himself to turn over all ot captured prizes to his government. The May Queen was again full of prisoners. Plainly, but one thing to do—put them ashore off the coast of France as he “done that other time. This was mplished, but at the price of fortnight of maneuvering. And then he chanced on another gun brig. But that is another. story, leading to yet another. ° - ” ” = OLLY was sitting under an apple tree in the side yard mending a shirt for her father. She had brought the baby outdoors with her and as she sewed she rocked the cradle with her toe. Young Richard was lying on his back contemplating the green leaves and filtering sunlight in that pleasantly vacuous way that healthy infants have when left to themselves. - Polly saw her father coming down the street, walking as usual with his two canes, and yet more urgently. He turned in at the picket gate, forgetting to shut it after him, and when Nuisance ran to meet him he frisked him away with his canes. . Clearly, Trepid was not himself. And then Polly understood. He was holding out a letter to her. She uttered a little cry, took the letter and broke the red seal. There fell out a folded sheet with a short message written on it: “My dear Polly,” said the elegant writing that was obviously not Jerry’s, “I send you this letter from Jerry which I forgot to post four months ago. It was written during our last stop in Wilmington when ‘I was hard pressed with worry and so I absent-mindedly put it with some papers to be left with my banker. © Today on opening the packet I came on the letter. Words cannot express my regret. I hereby tender my apologies to you and shall tender the same to Jerry when I see him this evening on the Gray Gull. We are about to go our separate ways and I shall sorely miss the companionship of this man I have come to regard as a brother. As he is coming to you in person as fast as ship can take him, I shall leave him to recount our adventures since we parted from you. Your admiring and ob'd’t svt, Cabell Banks, junior.” # ” ”

OLLY reread the letter, this time aloud, for Trepid was concerned to know its contents. Dick came out of the house and this called for a third reading, Polly’s lovely throaty voice vibrating between tears and laughter. “Mr. Banks’ letter explains a good deal,” Dick said with relief. He had harbored resentment against his unseen brother-in-law for not writing to Polly, though he had kept tne feeling to himself. They examined the date of the letter now and began to speculate about Jerry’s arrival. It had been written 12 days ago. Cabell had implied that Jerry was coming by _ship. « . . “Whose ship?”. . . .What did it matter so long as he was coming! “Where is Wilmington, Dick? How far away is it?” “In North Carolind you little tdunce. Near the South Carolina border. . . How far is it by sea, Father?” Trepid rested his chin on his cane heads while he calculated. “It’s 700 mile, I reckon. You can look for him some time soon—unless, of course—" “Unless he runs into some English warships,” Polly supplied. She spoke matter-of-factly but they saw her young face grow closed and still, as it had learned to do in the past months. “Will you wa‘ch the baby for me a while?” she asked them. When they assented she went into the house and up to h¢r own room, to read Jerry's letter Alone.

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“HE air seemed charged with, expectancy now. The little house with the overhanging second story became the scene of much activity. Polly elected to “clean house” while they waited for Jerry's ship to put in at Lyme, and she all but wore Trepid and Dick to the bone in her zeal. windows were washed till they shene. The kitchen copper was scoured and polished. ' Window curtains were laundered and rehung with infinite

care. «Is he comin’ to see the house or you?” Trepid asked in irritation. “I never knew a man off a ship cared a continental whether he had window curtains or not.” «1 want the Connecticut Chelseys to look as shipshape as the Massachusetts Whitfields,” Polly answered. Yet they both knew it was to soothe her anxiety that she did these things, and to fill the days of rest-

ne nous the house stood shining

hy tless and she could think of sand spo more to do to it, Polly

shuslin displayed in Mr. Pell’s store; now that these were no longer from England, they ordinary people to calico will do very well,” d the clerk. “Now show me me ons to trim it in, and sme white stuff for a baby’s dress.” Mrs. Pell came Sweeping through rg tly and paused : . Because she wished to have further conversation with Po the decided -to forgive her for that utburst they both remembered so ‘She inquired: “Are you buying ' to make little Richard a dress, - # 8 | ,» replied Polly. Then

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home. . I look for him any day now.” Mrs. Pell looked attentive and chewed her under lip. “Is he in the navy, did you say?” “No. He carries papers privateer sailing.” “His own?” the question was intended merely as a humiliation. “He's been on a friend's privateer,” Polly answered, “but he’s leaving that now. what ship he plans to come to Lyme on, but I've had definite word that he’s coming.” She turned her back pointedly on Mrs, Pell and went on with her shopping. (Foolish Polly! Forever riling that small-souled, cruel woman who’ has it in her power to hurt you!)

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T seemed to Polly that she must hurry through her sewing ‘with frantic speed. But when her dress was complete to the last button and when little Richard's was finished as well, she saw that she had been too hasty. She found herself with time on her hands each day when the housework was done. Small Richard was a good baby, not troublesome. He preferred to be let alone. Polly fell into the way of leaving him with his grandfather while she went down to the river and looked taward the Sound to see if a strange sail might be coming in. . . . One day she recalled a queer old woman of her childhood who had gone to the harbor every day to look for her lover who had been lost at sea 40 years before. And when Polly remembered this mad old woman she stopped going to the

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harbor and began busily putting up pear preserves instead.

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surely overtaken Jerry, for it had been two months since Cabell’s letter. Ships were getting into New England harbors with

very little. trouble. . . . No, he was not coming now. This fact Polly sensed and accepted. She laid away the calico print with the gay buttons down its tight-fitting waist. She talked less and laughed not at all. Not even Mrs. Pell dared accost her when they met on the street, so still and brooding was her face. Polly believed this to be her year of widowhood- and she conducted herself accordingly. Yet to Trepid and Dick she was gentle and considerate, and life went on with courage and dignity in the shabby, spotless little house.

Jerry's letter—her one love letter —before she blew out her candle. It’s edges were becoming frayed. “I must learn to live for the other three,” she told herself. In a few months she would, be 20 years old. At sewing: circle Mrs. Pell remarked with. narrowed eyes: “The whole thing’s a hoax. It’s obvious she never had a husband. . . . A fine comedown for a good old family!” Mrs. Pell had never liked Polly’s gentle London mother from the day she stepped off Trepid Chelsey’s ship, and so it was easy to dislike the daughter.

(To Be Continued)

(AH events, names and characters in

this story are wholly fictitious.)

Daily Short Story

VISITATION—By Lillian Emmling

IANA NORTON awoke with the sickening thought that these

would be the last days that .she and Clive would spend together. The ringing of the telephone at her bedside disrupted her thoughts, but she was pleased to hear Olivia Franklin’s voice. Olivia, happily married and the mother of two ro-

bust children, was Diana’s closest friend. “Morning, Di!” Olivia greeted, and Diana felt piqued at her friend’s gay tone when it was only yesterday she revealed - to Olivia the unhappiness, the emptiness of her marriage, declaring that she could not go on much longer. Some-

not indicative of a truly loyal, sympathetic spirit. “Suppose I send Eddie over to keep you company?” Olivia suggested, knowing that Clive arose early and breakfasted downtown. “The child will be a tonic for you.” Diana asked who Eddie was, and Olivia rushed glibly on, explaining that Eddie was visiting a neighbor for a week and had come to spend the day with her children. = “But we can spare him for a while,” Olivia ended generously, and Diana found herself wondering, as she waited for her small guest, how she had ever allowed herself to become enmeshed in a situation like this. , Olivia's fault entirely, of course. Olivia meddled too much, Diana concluded heatedly, still irritated over what she termed callous unconcern of her marital problems on the part of her best friend.

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ENDING a child here to this great, orderly, ‘peaceful house! What an inane thing to do! And should Clive retwau early as he

Mind Your Manners

Test your knowledge of correct social usage by answering the following questions, then checking against the authoritative answers below: : 1. If a man has picked up a glove for a strange woman, is it necessary for him to lift his hat as he turns away? : 2. If a seat on a streetcar is vacated, should a man take it if there are women standing? 3. If a man is sitting in a crowded streetcar when a very young girl enters, is it necessary that he give up his seat to her? 4. Is it usual for women as well as men to rise to greet their hostess? ; 5.’Does an older man lift his _hat for a younger one?

“What would you do if— You are a girl entertaining a young man in your home when someone rings the doorbell? There is no servant and the members of your family are in another part of the house— A. Ask the young man to go to the door? : B. Answer the bell yourself after asking him to excuse you? C. Call a member of your family to answer it?

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sometimes did to finish up his work in the quiet of his study, he would be unduly upset to find a young, noisy intruder invading the premises. For Clive was absorbed in nothing but his work, Dianna summed up impatiently, as she so often did, while she was absorbed in nothing but trivialities. Bridge, teas, endless chatter—these no longer assumed importance after you'd been married 10 years. You needed some-

mutual, vital interest. . “Little Edward came, entering shyly, and it wasn’t until he joined her in the library that Diana caught his shining look of ardent approval as he took note of his surroundings. He was about 6, she judged—a fine specimen of a boy. His hair was the color of Clive’s and his eyes as blue as her own. Just such a boy might they have had had life dealt differenfly with them. For the first 15 minutes he said very little, being occupied with a solemn inspection of the house. He moved first from the living room with its extensive library—where he found little to interest him—to the dining room where he showed a little interest in the long row of fermms near the window. Finally he turned to Diana. “You haven’t any toys,” he announced, as though he were condemning the house as being unfit for human habitation. Diana smiled. “No, there aren’t any toys. You see there are no children in the house to play with them.” ” ” ” bid EE.” His expressive face shadowed. “I thought everybody had toys.” Then, without further preliminaries: “You can call me Eddie. Everybody I like calls me Eddie.” His warm ttle hand slipped .into hers. “And—and you like me?” Diana asked, surprised at her own eagerness. “Oh, yes.” “Thanks, Eddie.” At dinnertime Olivia telephoned. Was Eddie getting on Diana's nerves? Well, then, since a blizzard was raging outside, could dear Diana possibly consent to keeping him over night? And Diana, catching the gleam in Eddie’s eye, allowed herself to be imposed upon. Diana was persuading Edward it was time to retire when Clive returned home. He had given Diana the usual perfunctory kiss before he poiiesd the boy in the chair oppo-

“W-what’s this?” he stammered. “A youngster in our living room— with his shoes off?” Diana, coloring, explained Edward’s presence, adding: “He has kindly consented to spend the night with us, Clive.” During the ensuing pause Edward managed feebly: “How do you do, sir? I—I’ll be off to bed now.” Clive was pacing the floor when Diana returned from tucking Edward in. “Nice chap, Di, But what nonsense—having him here.” : “It will be fun,” Diana averted her face to hide the sudden, happy tears. “I—I've already had the

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things Eddie will like.” ” When he merely nodded and proceeded toward his study Diana somehow felt he understood. » ® s

T= next morning Edward’s gay toys and his ringing laughter were contagious, and Diana and Clive found themselves sharing his spirit. : : “Oh, I almost forget!” Edward's red wagon halted. Pulling an envelope from his pocket, he handed it to Diana. “Mrs. Franklin said I should give you this today, because if I was here that long it might mean something, she said.” Bewild na read the note

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been with you I feel sure both you and Clive have come to realize what a priceless joy a child can be. When you told me there was something missing in your marriage, that you couldn’t go on—I knew, Di, darling, that I must do something to keep my two dearest friends together. So I have sent Eddie to you. He knows nothing about this, but he needs you both as much as you need him. Should you decide in his favor, the supervisor at the ‘Woodland Orphanage will be glad to learn “her favorite charge has found a permanent home.” ; Diana, discovering that Clive had read the letter over her shoulder, met his eyes, fearfully, hopefully, at first, then joyously, when his arms slipped tenderly about her as in the old days. :

THE END

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

YOUR HEALTH

By DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN American Medical Journal Editor

IS is particularly the season of the year for sore throats. They have many - different causes. It would be logical and perfectly scientific to make a bacteriologic study of every sore throat and to treat the condition according to the germs that are found in each instance. There is one type of sore throat that certainly must never be missed as to diagnosis; that is diphtheric sore throat. Here it is. absolutely necessary to make a swab of the throat and to make a+ culture of the germs that are found so that a sufficient amount of good antitoxin may be given as soon as possible if the condition proves to be diphtheria. : ‘There are, however, far more sore throats due to other causes than are due to diphtheria alone. For instance, the tonsils may be infected by any one of a great number of germs. In these conditions there is usually redness of the throat, swelling, difficulty in swallowing and a considerable amount of fever, general weakness and illness, and a depressed condition which may make

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