Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 11 April 1938 — Page 13

‘MONDAY, APRIL 1 SERIAL STORY—

EASTER CRUISE By Marion White

(Copyright, 1938, NEA Service, Inc.)

CAST OF CHARACTERS JOYCE MILNER, heroine; she took an Easter Cruise. DICK. HAMILTON, hero; he bumped into the heroine. ISOBEL PORTER, traveler; she sought a mate. :

Yesterday: In Bermuda, Joyce is separated from Dick by Mrs. Porter. But one Just couldn’t be jealous of 8 man she had known only 48 hours, Joyce tells herself!

: CHAPTER FIVE OYCE returned to the Empress on the 5:30 tender. It had heen a delightful day ashore, in spite of

Mrs. Porter. She went to her cabin, consider-

: ing a brief rest. But she found a

note, on ship's stationery, tucked in

. the corner of the mirror.

~ “Joyce,” she read, “will you meet me in the indoor swimming pool at 8 o’clock?” Sh did not need the sig-

nature to tell her that it was from

Dick. N Immediately the thought of rest was forgotten. She found him alone in the tank. “Come on in!” he invited cheerily. “The water’s fine.” She walked around fo the ladder. “It’s always the gefttng wet that hurts.” But she jumped in quickly. And as the swam the length of the pool, warming up, she felt Dick's eyes upon her. “Boy!” he cried appreciatively. “You swim like a fish!” “I ought to. They threw me in the ocean before I could walk.” “I thought we were all going to be together today,” he said. Joyce hesitated to speak of Mrs. Porter's trickery. After all, it might

‘have been an error. So she ex-

_ Ocean Club tonight.

‘figure of Joyce. : be Jai contritely, “I got you into

plained vaguely: “There was some mixup in the carriages.” For a moment he regarded her out of the corner of his eye, speculatively. “Youre a cold, proud

princess,” he declared at length, “and I don’t understand you at all.

But I've got to take one more chance. , . . Joyce,” will you come

- ashore with me tonight?”

Her head popped out of the water and she nodded eagerly. “Just you and I,” he added. “I'm tired of Mrs. Porter's managing. There’s a dance out at the Mid-

New York gave me special . guest tickets.” “It sounds exciting. . . .” “We haven’t much time to dress and dine,” Joyce pointed out. “The last tender leaves the ship at 8:30.” “I've a better idea,” Dick offered. “Forget the tender. It will be too crowded with Mrs. Porter and her special arrangements.”

o OW do we get ashore then?”

“We’ll get a launch. As a matter of fact, I made a tentative date on the wharf this afternoon. With a young darkey named Obadiah Jones, believe it or not.” Joyce laughed. “It sounds like a very promising evening. I'll wear my very best dress, to meet Obadiah.” After dinner Dick ' and Joyce waited until the last passenger boarded the tender. Then they went on deck to watch it‘ disappear in the darkness.

“There goes our faithful chaperon |:

Mrs. Porter,” Dick remarked. “Now to find Obadiah.” The Negro was already waiting for them, his tiny motorboat edged up close to the side of the ship. A moment later they were drifting away from the big ship, their motor was sputtering to life, and Obadiah turned toward the lights of Hamilton. “Obadiah,” Dick said presently, “do we have fp go all around the buoy? You'd save half a mile going

- in straight.”

The boatman hesitated. “The water's pretty shallow in spots, boss,” he pointed out. “These are all coral reefs .. .”

“I know. But your boat doesn’t

draw much water, does it?” “Two feet. Maybe I can' cut across up past the water tower. I know my way there.” “Good. We're on our way to the Mid-Ocean Club, and that’s an hour’s drive.” oe 2 ” 2

O beyond the water tower, Obadiah turned out of the channel and headed straight across the harbor. To their left, the buoy sounded its warning toll. Dick settled back, slipped his arm through Joyce’s. He felt her shiver, “Cold?” he asked solicitously. She shook her head. “No—not very. I guess I'm afraid of the dark.” He laughed. Suddenly their pilot throttled the engine down; swerved the boat quickly. “Comin’ close to a reef,” he said, pointing out a dark patch to the right. “It’s low tide now.” They proceeded cautiously skirting the reef which projected above the water for a length of 10 or I2

- feet. Then, out in open water once

more, he let the engine out. “We're almost there,” Dick said, reassuringly. “We'll be at MidOcean—-" : _ There was a jerk, a terrific grat‘ing, and in that instant Joyce felt ‘icy Water surging up to her ankles. * Now the water was pouring into "the boat, its bottom ripped wide

open. “We'll have to swim Dick said quickly. “Back to that small reef we just passed. Don’t be afraid, Joyes: Come on, Obadiah, to the big

' ® @

OW the three of them were in the water, and Dick was swim-

ming ahead. Strangely, now that the worst had

happened, Joyce was no longer afraid. The one misery which loomed above all others was that her lovely white dress, with the glamorous feather sleeves, was completely ruined! | Ahead, Dick cried out: “Here's the reef. Straight ahead.” Then he turnéd back to the others, guiding them to it. A moment later they were standing on it, three lone, bedraggled figures in an open expanse of black water. - Dick looked down at the sorry - “You poor kid!”

“Well have to shout, Obadiah.

‘We'll have to shout with all our

lungs, so one of the other boats will us up.” Obadiah agreed helplessly.

~~ So they stood there on the nar-

row reef, and they shouted. One at a time they called out; then all three together. But long minutes

passed, and their cries brought no

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licking at her feet, and she remembered Obadiah saying that the tide was low. She wondered how much higher it would rise, yet she did not dare put the question into words,

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