Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 22 April 1938 — Page 26

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SERIAL STORY—

EASTER CRUISE By Marion White

32 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 nitae. Yesterday: Stranded in the Haitian woods, Joyce is startled to find the child _to whom she had given the bracelet. A native is with her.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN : HE man came toward Jcyce, .. and as he stood in front of her, clad only in a disreputable pair of cotton trousers, his sinewy chest bare and gleaming black, he bowed, and in the simple gesture there was all the grace of an old French courtier. ’ “I would assist mam’selle,” he said in precise French. His voice was quiet, well modulated. “Merci,” Joyce replied, hesitatingly, as she struggled with a long- ~ forgotten vocabulary. “The automobile is broken. . . . It took her several previous minutes to explain that the ship would sail at 7 o'clock arid they wanted to get to Port-au-Prince. : Evidently the man understood her halting phrases. He turned to his daughter and gave her quick instructions; instantly she disappeared once more. “A message,” he explained to Joyce, “will be sent to the ship.” She recalled what Dr. Gray had told them about the drums, that the native could send a message more quickly than it could be telephoned.

pray above the sound of the drums, they heard the long blast of the ship’s whistle, the signal for the last launch to leave the shore. Mr. Gregory became almost hysterical as it seemed that they would be left behind. . “What do we stand here for?” he cried. “If the ship sails without us, we might at least get back to the city. We can’t stay all night in this jungle.” Joyce explained for him; perhaps it would be better if they walked to the city. { The man bowed again. “It is far to Port-au-Prince, mam’selle,” he said quietly. “If the message is not received, you and monsieur are welcome in my simple home.” Then, a welcome sound echoed through the hills, the sound of an approaching automobile. They waited eagerly for its headlights to appear; when he saw them the man waved his lantern as a signal. The car was coming out from the city, and Joyce watched incredulously. Had the message actually been sent? . A moment later she knew. The car drew up beside them and stopped and the first voice she heard was Mrs. Porter's, fretful and berating. : “What_are you doing out here? You've held up the ship’s sailing!” But it was Dick who jumped out of the car and came toward them, and his eyes were so bright with genuine relief and pleasure that for a brief instant Joyce forgot all that had taken place these past few days. “Good Lord, Joyce! We've been worried to death. I hunted all over Port-au-Prince for you.” She smiled happily. “The car broke down and- left us stranded. But how did you happen to come out this way?” “Why, I just got back to the wharf when some young boy came running down to say that a mam’selle and a monsieur from the big ship were stuck out here.” Her eyes were wide. “I can hardly believe it!” she declared. “This— this gentleman sent the message for us—not more than 10 minutes ago.” Dick looked at the stalwart: Hai-. tian, towering over him, and as Joyce explained he listened in astonishment. Then, impulsively and heartily, he shook the man's hand. And in Joyce’s heart a new hope stirred, because there was that note in Dick’s voice which made her know that she was still important to him. : 2 2 ” HE evening dinner on board ship was the first time they had all been together since the impromptu announcement of Isobel’s engagement, and as Joyce met Dick’s eyes across the table, she had the gratifying impression that the romance was already beginning to cool. Isobel was irritable this evening. Her lips were pushed out in their old pout, and her voice was edged with sarcasm. Then Dr. Gray, whether it was innocently or with deliberate maljce, delivered a bombshell. : “You seem to run into hard luck Gregory,” he observed. “You gO ashore, and you walk into trouble. You stay aboard to play poker while the -rest of us cavort in Havana. and you lose your shirt.” Dick looked up quickly. “I wasn’t as bad as all that,” Gregory amended. “I only lost about $12.” Dick’s mouth hardened. “You didn’t go ashore: in Havana?” he asked quickly. Casino?”

«No. I stayed on board to play

cards with the officers.” Dick eyes met Joyce’s as he began to understand how they had been deceived. Then Isobel giggled, foolishly. - with an impatient gesture Dick yose and left the table. ” " s ‘WO hours later, he sought Joyce out on deck. “Joyce,” he said penitently, ‘I've peen a terrible fool.” She did not contradict him. «That night at the Casino,” he went on, “I looked all over the place for you, until Isobel told me you'd gone off with Gregory.” ° «1- should have, if he’d been around,” she retorted with spirit. «7 dertainly wouldn't wait around

escort who preferred to'spend

on his time in the bar. . .. " «yfhat do you mean, Joyce?”

. «Don’t you remember? You left

me at the table while you went inte the bar; half an hour later one of the waiters came out to tell me you were unconscious.” Eo ; iat? You mean to tell me that ‘Mrs.- Porter didn’t explain?” «Explain what?” ' °° «Good Lord, Joyce, | one ‘who dragged me 0

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co 1goked Off ‘across the water. |in Jove with Isobel.”

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(To Be Continued)’

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