Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 27 April 1938 — Page 15

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SERIAL STORY—

EASTER CRUISE

Marion White

= CAST OF CHARACTERS © JOYCE MILNER, heroine; she took an . “Easter Cruise. DICK HAMILTON, inte the heroine. ISOBEL PORTER, traveler; she sought a mate.

hero; he -bumped

Yesterday: The ship's farewell party is broken up when a passenger reporis jewels stolen. Joyce thinks at once of Mrs. O’Hara.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

a was a curious assembly of ‘the — Empress’ passengers in the main ~_ lounge, They still wore their ridic- * ulous costumes, but with .the mirth

gone from their faces, the spectacle was depressing. Captain Boyer stood behind a small desk while the purser standing alongside of him checked on a long list the names of passengers as they entered the room. Mrs. O'Hara sat directly in front of the table, -white-faced and trembling with grim indignation. By her side ‘sat her husband, obviously worried and ill at ease. . - » Satisfied that every passenger

" was present and accounted for,

Captain Boyer rapped for attention. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he began. “A very serious loss has been reported by one of our passengers. Upon returning to her stateroom a few minutes ago, Mrs. O'Hara discovered that all of her jewels, which she estimates at some thirty thousand dollars, had disappeared.” - Capt. Boyer paused, to let the importance of this fact sink in. ' “Why the devil should she bring such a load of jewelry -along with her?” Dick whispered irritably. “By getting together immediately,” the captain went on, “I hope that we may hear something of interest while the events of the evening are still fresh in our minds.” He spoke slowly, as if he were playing for time. ‘Presently, as Joyce - glanced through the doorway, she understood why. Down the long corridor on “A” deck she could see the stewards slipping quietly and cautiously from one stateroom to another. Now, while ‘all the passengers were gathered in the lounge, their rooms were being searched! “Mrs. O’Hara, will you please tell us exactly- when you last saw your jewelry, and when you discovered the loss?” 2 2 = HE stood up. Her face was a picture of outraged fury, framed in an absurd mass of bobbing curls. “My jewels were in a brown alligator bag,” she reported, and Joyce remembered seeing her carry it as she came up the gangway that first night. “I locked it securely when we left our stateroom to come to the lounge. It was _ exactly a quarter past 9 at that time. Half an hour ago, at 10 minutes to 10, when I returned to the room for something, the bag was gone!” The captain coughed discreetly. “I am curious gto know, Mrs. O’Hara, why you left so valuable a collection unguarded in your cabin. You know that we ask the passengers to deposit such things with the purser.” s “I planned originally to wear my jewels this evening,” Mrs. O'Hara replied pompously. “When I changed my mind and went back to the purser’s office, I found it closed for the night.” : “When you went back to the room this last time, did you see anybody in the corridor? Anyone who might have been in your room?” “Not then,” she said. “But only a few minutes before, I saw a young woman hurrying to the ladies’ lounge, very suspiciously, and she was hiding something in the folds of her costume.” Joyce felt her heart contract. Mrs. O'Hara’s black eyes were darting among the passengers, seeking her out. “There she is now!”

* she announced, pointing to Joyce.

“That. person over there, dressed like a Salem witch!” Dick was on his feet in an instant. “I beg your pardon, Captain Boyer,” he shouted in quick resentment. “This is going too sfar ...2 ~ “Of course, Mr. Hamilton.” captain’s voice was weary.

The “Mrs.

-~O’Hara is making no accusations. If

the young lady will explain—" # 2 EJ OYCE stood up, her cheeks flam-

ing, as she tried to explain. Her | |

costume had come apart; she was hurrying to fix it. She was holding it together, not concealing anything in it. As she sat down she had the - unhappy thought that not a soul believed her. Not one, except Dick. “She's lying!” Mrs. O’Hara shrieked. Didn’t she spend all her time with that thief named Gregory.” Dick jumped up again, but before he could speak one of the stew‘ards had entered the room, In his hand he carried a brown alligator case. He laid it on the table in front of Captain Boyer. Slowly the captain turned the bag over, examined the catch. It was completely empty! . “Where did you find it, steward?” “In the ladies’ lounge on ‘A’ deck, sir. Right down the hall.”

Mrs. O'Hara spun around and j

stared at Joyce. So you weren't concealing anything, her look~said, so plainly that every person in the room understood. But my empty case was found in the ladies’ room, just after you were in there! ; - Now, one by one, the stewards were returning to the lounge, reporting discreetly to the purser, who immediately checked against the

passenger list as they spoke to him. |

When the last one had come, Capt. Boyer looked it over carefully be"fore he turned to his anxious observers. - , “That is all,” he said quietly.

t » » R. GRAY and .the chief officer

were waiting on deck for them.

#* “There there!” the doctor said - kindly, noticing Joyce's pale, drawn - face. “You're not worrying about

“+t, are you, child? You don’t sup- . pose we believe that whisky-sodden

pair?” “How dare she accuse Joyce?” * Dick demanded furiously. “How dare she think we want her noisy baubles? If Joyce wants to deck * herself out like a carnival horse, =I can buy her diamonds!” = The doctor's eyes twinkled. “Well, + my boy! I think that’s as broad Sa 1 as ever a man made to =a girl. Did you hear it, Miss Mil-

>ner?”

She turned aside quickly, embarrassed that the doctor should so purpesely misunderstand. But Dick’s

in his

. eyes suddenly brightened; he caught ‘her hands

and drew her

“What a pity!

By Clyde Lows ;

Woke, SERVICE. 1N8.

Imagine going through life with a business like that

on top of your head!”

FLAPPER FANNY

“Sure, I heard you! But I'm not

going to turn around when a man

- whistles at me, even if he does wear a uniform.” .

GRIN AND BEAR IT

By Lichty

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OUR BOARDING HOUSE

'V THESE ARE THE STAR : CLICKOOS IN THIS CLOCK w~ —] |F THEY PUT ON A CLEAN SHIRT AND TOOK YOU JO A MOVIE, THEY'D THINK IT WAS A BIG EVENING «~~ THEY'LL HOLD THE YARN AND LET YOU DO THE KNITTING ANY DAY! JusT A TIP-OFF/ :

THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES

With Major Hoople

THANKS ~~ TLL KEEP V2 MY GUARD upP/

1 BET IF 1 POOLED ALL THE TIPS I'D GET IN A YEAR AROUND HERE TI COULDN'T GO ON A FIVE- MINUTE SPREE IN A PENNY. ARCADE /

FAR Is OFF T° ve ween * PEN-|- - AR IAM ALL YO’ TELL. BELINDA NOT TO WAIT FO ME SHE'S BEHIND THET

7 mn

COME HERE, MYRA -LUKE’'S GOT TH’ SHAKES - BABBLES ABOUT, SOMEBODY WALKIN’

OVER HIS GRAVE -IS IT - PHONY 2

WASHINGTON TUBBS II

TLL SAY IT'S NOT HE'S GOT HYSTERIA / YoU SHOULD FEEL THAT PULSE HE MUST HAVE A STIMULANT RIGHT AWAY!

OUT OUR WAY

WEDNESDAY, APRIL 27,1938 | | By Williams *

WILL POWER |S FAR MORE ' IMPORTANT THAN BRAINS «= IT DON'T TAKE BRAINS TO PUT MONEY INL TH’ BANK, LOOK AT TH' WiLL POWER IT

TAKES TO PUT IT THERE

LIKE THIS IF

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A FAIR WILL

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1 THINK HELL BE ALL RIGHT NOW... BUT WED BETTER. LEAVE HIM

OKAY... SEEMS TO BE MORE TO THIS VOODOO

BUT THERE YES, JACK-- WE'LL HAVE TO GET TO THE BOTTOM

OF THIS THE HARD

BUT SUPPOSIN, MR. SLAUGHTER, TH

I DON'T WANTA

GIVE UP MY LEASE AN' GET MY MONEY BACK ?

HIS FRIENDS

ILL BE BIG-HEARTED. HERE'S YOUR ORIGINAL $6,000 PLUS AN EXTRA TWO GRAND FOR YOUR TRAIN, DISHES AND INCIDENTALS. WODDA YA SAY, PALY

(Pleas

PLACE IS A GOLD AINE, LEAVE ii

I KIN CLEAR ANT THE U.S. THAT AUCH ae

AMONEY IN NO TIME.

—

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“A little late with yer spring plantin’ ain’t ye, Zeb?”

LITTLE MARY MIXUP

I NEVER WANT . oT IF ME % HE HASNT

I'VE NEVER BEEN SO HUMILIATED IN My ure!

ON S FRECKLES KNOWN HER? |

HIM AGAIN! EVER

THIS CURIOUS WORLD

wi WAS NAMED DURING THE DAYS WHEN IT WAS USED AS A GARNISH

FOR BUFFALO

By William Ferguson

ADTRAN,

WHO WAS /O0O YEARS QLD

ON MARCH 19, 1938,

AE WAS REJECTED \WHEN HE SOUGHT ENLISTMENT FOR. THE CIVIL WaR./

WATER, WITH NO

AN ARMY SURGEDN SAID HE HAD TUBERCLILOSIS,

ORY NEST... AND THEY APPARENTLY \ : : 2. 3 SUFFERED NO DISCOMFORT/ a

he avowed joyfully. “How about it, darling? Will you give me the right to tackle that O'Hara woman for you?”

Joyce looked up at him, and he |p

read the answer in her eyes. Her lip trembled, and the tears started quickly. Abruptly she pulled her hands away and ran off to seek the solitude of her cabin. Dick

would have followed but

her have a good cry, son. feel better for it.” In the corridor outside her cabin, she found her steward waiting for er. “If you please, miss,” he said quietly. “The captain would like to see you immediately. Will you come with me?”

(To Be Continued)

She'll

I THOU GAT So--SO THAT WAS WALTER'S {WIFE «= I HEARD SHE WAS'A SHOW ICIRL

BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES

WELL, HAD ENOUGH BE NO, WAN YO O00 WITH R\FFRAFF MOMENT FER FOR ONE OAY 1 ANT A BT

AN' SLATS

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Cope 153 by Uaiteata ed LTT LE SNOOKER. Hes AY oNY. DESCENDENT -

FOWARD T's HERE ,sMUCKs!

Now 1 GOTTA \OEA

BVEN ASKED ME TO GO TO THE PROM!

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MAYBE YOU DON'T CATCH ON, SONNY. WE GOT A MONOPOLY ON THE NIGHT CLUB RACKET IN THIS TOWN, AND YOU'

OVU'RE RUINING OUR BUSINESS!

- 4 —By Brinkerhoff |

NY wiY! = THoucAT MR. { SPENCE WAS ATPooRrR ard MAN <- AND THERE HE 1S GETTING INTO A RIG CAR. WITH A cHAUFFEUR AND EVERYTHING 4 /

LOOK =~ L TAKE A POKE AY ME ,%0 1 CAN GEX WN) TH’ PROPER MOOD ,WILLYA ,PAL 2

—By Raeburn Van Buren

‘| YOU VILE CRITTER” ) SORRY, MISS ABIGAIL~ YOU DIDN'T GIVE | CANT TAKE CHANCES / THERE NOW--- HE'LL NEVER WIGGLE OUT OF * THAT?

AND NOW TO FIND SUITABLE GAGS Zl! FOR YOU! HMM--I LEFT SOME HANDKERCHIEFS IN ONE OF THOSE DRAWERS }

PARTLTIT I I OAM

AND AS ABBIE LIES HELPLESSLY | ING TO THE CHUG--CHUG |

OF HER CAR CARRYING y | MR. SMITH? AWAY--SHE SEES THE CICARETTE HE LEFT BURNING ON THE NTA | WINDOWSILL 7, Hd FIRE THE FL p LJ {| — - Pr