Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 25 April 1938 — Page 14

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EASTER CRUISE By Marion White

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. .

MONDAY, APRIL 25, 1938

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+ CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

N the afternoon they hired a car and drove across the island

to the little town of Port Antonio.

Every mile was picturesque: here the road was a narrow trail, winding up a mountainside where they could look down into the valley and follow the course of a rippling river. At Port Antonio the road was high above the water; the harbor was a deep blue lagoon almost encircled by high hills of verdant’ palms and palmettos. Only one event marred the perfection of the day. Returning along a different route, they rounded a bend and stopped suddenly, to see the road ahead entirely buried under an avalanche of loose dirt and rocks. But their driver, a bright young colored lad, who combined chauffeuring in the afternoon with the study of medicine at the college in the morning and evening, calmed their fears. They would not be late getting back to the ship, he assured them; he knew a. detour, not half a mile away. Despite the detour, which took them four miles out of their way, they were back at the wharf a full half hour before the Empress was scheduled to sail. - ” ” ”

OYCE realized, with a sudden ¥ pang, that this was the end of her foreign travel. From Kingston the Empress would sail to Miami, and thence to New York. But Miami was no quaint {fropical village. There the shops would feature the same smart novelties that she could pick up along Fifth Ave. On the entire cruise, she had bought nothing but the set of dishes + this morning. Aunt Martha would grunt and frown at the thought % Spemiine good money for what THE SAME TYPE she might call foreign junk, but \ i bay nevertheless she’d like some of the SE ; S IRR beads, to offer at’ the next church \ : y » bazaar, with a superior explanation: “My niece, you know, bought them in the West Indies.” So she bought beads: vivid, colorful strands, some made of dyed seeds and pods, some of carved fish bone (shark’s backbone, the native boys told her, to make the sale more exciting), some of a jet-black glass, which looked far more expensive than the one shilling they cost. “For heaven's sake,” Dick com-. plained, “where are you going to put all this?” “Oh, I'll find a place,” she replied vaguely, hurrying toward a pile of the wicker furniture, from whence

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COME ON! WERE GOING DOWN T0 “THE JAIL AND MAKE THAT BABY TALK

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“It is not either your pencil!

I guess I can recognize my own tooth marks!”

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any idea of walking through the Grand Central Station loaded down with this—" “Dick, look!” She laid a detaining hand on his arm, indicating with a quick nod the three men who were coming down the wharf toward them. “Why, it's Gregory!” he exclaimed. A very different Mr. Gregory it was; however.. A fearful, furious Mr. Gregory, his face white and drawn, his mouth a thin, horrible line of hatred and desperation. > “I wonder what it’s all about,” Dick mumbled curiously. “That’s a Kingston policeman with him.” “And the other man must be from New York,” Joyce said. : Dick Shrugged. “Looks as if he got himself into a jam,” he decided without much concern. Then for the time being they forgot Mr. Gregory. It was not until they were at dinner that evening, two hours after they had left Kingston, that they thought of him again. Then it was to wonder why he was not at dinner.

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fore we came on board we stopped at the Myrtle Bank for cocktails, THE AGE OF sNooKer AND ie NAME 1S

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Mrs. Porter shook her head reprovingly. “I think it’s very foolish, Isobel, to try these strange drinks

She lacked her usual spirit this evening; it was plain that she did not approve Iscbel's plan of burying her romance with Dick in a quick new affair with Mr. Gregory. Or perhaps she was not ready tn admit defeat. She turned to Dick now, and asked him with forced brightness: “Did you have an enjoyable day, Richard?” “Perfect!” he replied, and proceeded to outline the highlights of the trip to Port Antonio. Isobel’s lip curled with a new show of disdain. “We were going to Port Antonio,” she boasted, “but every.body said there’s nothing to see out there since the termites ate the Titchfield Hotel.” At the moment Joyce felt a little sorry for her. If she was talking this | way to stir up some show of jealousy . on Dick’s part, her tactics were very crude and very obvious. “Dr. Gray seems ‘to be ‘late for dinner, too,” ‘she remarked, endeavoring to change the conversation.

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» 1 ” “gRERHAPS he’s out on deck look- : = : ; ing for the sunken city by| . i : 4 : ; Han Rg 2% TA : - moonlight,” Dick laughed. “The old : : 3 Sra LES sailors might have ‘seen the refiec- "0 AND THIS BAND “4 HAS : O’ THE BANK

—By Raeburn Van Buren

ON THE CONTRARY, MY OH DEAR---FRIENDS --= 1 WOULD SAY) WHAT |S THIS |

tion of electric street lights through | HAVE CAUGHT YOU //! ( ALL ABOUT ??

the water.” “Have you ever seen the sunken city?” Joyce asked hopefully. “No. I think. that might be a sailor’s myth. “Rubbish!” Isobel said rudely.

Joyce remembered her vague mis-

“These 6ld West Indian fairy-tales make Ie sick. Only ignorant people would give it a second thought.” Her mother’s face became a little bitter. “Then perhaps I'm an old ignoramus, Isobel. I've always been fascinated by the tradition of the islands.” : Presently the doctor joined fhem, apologizing for being so very late. “Had to check up some details for "the captain, you know, in this regory affair.”

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he was to late to .dinner,” Mrs. Porter told him. ! Dr. Gray frowned. “He was arrested in Kingston,” he said quietly. “Arrested?” Isobel echoed, thunderstruck. “What for?” “Embezzlement. Ran off with some bank funds, back in New Jersey.” In amazement, they turned their attention to the food on their plates, each one too thoroughly shocked to make any attempt at light converGregory : arrested!

trust of the man. :

Mrs. Porter looked at her daugh- |

ter, and her glance dripped contempt. o 2; x P Yet of them all, Isobel was the first to regain her composure, “Well, it certainly goes to show,” she offered philosophically, “you never can tell. I'm. glad he had those two Iron Heels. time to cool off.”

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