Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 6 June 1938 — Page 15

"PAGE 1 _ MONDAY, JUNE 6, 1988 By Williams

SERIAL STORY—

This Man, Joe Murray

By William Corcoran

CAST OF CHARACTERS JOE MURRAY-—liked new places, new fobs, new girls, HELEN—fell in love—hard—once. TERRY MALLOW-—found love—and kept it! Yesterday—Suddenly Joe seems te take an interest in Terry, warns Tommy Withers that he had better stay away from Terry.

CHAPTER SIX OW that was not like Joe Murrav. to go about truculent and | bad tempered. The circumstances were exceptional. He was goaded, and he had no way of working off steam. He was not acting because Terrv appealed to him and the appeal spurred him into action. What spurred him was her hollow hypocritical old man, and the grandparents, and Tommy | Withers. His dislike of them all | was poisonous. In a way he was glad for Tommy Withers. Tommy had given him a chance to work off the steam, some. Terry, with her helpless, gay despair, was heading for certain | trouble; she had no experience. no | loving guidance, nothing worth preserving, worth being cautious for. Ther would be somebody exactly like Tommy Withers on hand when she ran into trouble. Joe did not set up to judge anybody. least of all anybody like Terry, hungry for affection, starving for it, but that rubbed a man raw. Somebody like Tommy Withers—somebody flattering, smooth and kind and gentle on the surface, and yellow underneath . . . yellow enough to take every | advantage of that lonely kid, who | would wilt and run like butter in | vour hands under the mere warmth | of a little sympathy. | Joe swore to himself—suddenly | swore at himself. What the hell? | Whose business was this? Hadn't | he enough trouble of his own, without borrowing more?

zn = = | EHIND Joe Murray's truculence, | his irritation, was a fear. Those | roots down deep in the darkness had been brushed by something in passing, the merest something that | was gentlest contact with another ; : ne MYRA - WHY ARE human, humble and hurt and alohe. | |i ¢ o oS 3 3 E - YOU STOPPING The fear was justifiable. In the 3 ; og > Oe 3 ya | HERE! stirring of long allayed emotions, | like a disturbing of mementoes in an old attic, raising the dust and flooding the air through the room with the particles, all of him was : stirred, flooded with reminders, reminders lacking weight and sub- | stance, all but the power to make | him feel. He was seeing Helen again, whether he would or no, simply because his whole being was quickened. He was remembering | many things; the simple, gentle way | of Helen's home and her people, the | genial, lusty and untroubled |

Jnughter. . WASHINGTON TUBBS II

You see, it was coming spring ! GRIN AND BEAR IT again, and there never could be an- | 4 N AN OBSCURE ALLEY, FRANKIE SLAUGHTER \S WAITING FOR WAIT'LL HE GETS WASH TO PASS ON HIS WAY TO THE TOPSY TURWY...

0 other spring ever like that one, ex- | » ; by ne , BEYOND THE CITY NOW! LET i HAVE

cept that all springs to come would < : nit ER always mock him with their false | d \ A N B shallow counterfeit of that one. In ity spring he would always face torment, and in June, on a certain day dedicated to courage and adventure and happy living with no thought for tomorrow, he would each vear die a little death all over | again. Time would help, and pain | would slowly, slowly dwindle, but | all eternity would pass before he'| could live without feeling that pain | to some lingering degree, i ® » = { OE MURRAY cursed under his] «¥ breath, and told no one any-| thing of these things, and went out of the house into the streets | and walked, and he carried those | 0) 7) The RENTAL TIME 1S LISTEN things with him like a load he oF J v ; i 7 THE RE N ISTEN 10 take far to burv deep away dB &e me nt mf 3 yr of go up ON THAT sur 1 MR. MS GOOSEY ! ) 7 HIM M HE OWES from his house. No one knew any- | THE SPRRO BX. rene Sas 1 7 ME $2 FOR thing at all about it . unless | we SUT. J ORR maybe Mrs. Murray guessed, for TELLS ME HE she sat in the darkness at the front NEVER SAW ME window nights when he was gone, || BEFORE ! NOW and waited till she saw him come i © Ne € y o a J = ; 2 1 ASK YOu! ] MICROSCOPE | striding alone homeward on the! | | k : 3 4 \\ ? a street below. { / Early one evening Joe happened ! past Papke's drug store. Standing in the doorway were Tommy With- \ ers and Terry, talking. They stopped talking abruptly at sight of him; Withers made an almost imperceptible movement of retreat from her, \ and stood there waiting. and TeITY | lo, yee by United Fostuis Sysaisite, Ine merely looked at him with her big! eves, scared and questioning. Joe | walked up to them and rocked a | little on one heel, facing half away | and indicating the direction down the block by a jerk of the head. THIS CURIOUS WORLD “Go on.” he said. “I'll be nzht| | after vou.” Then Joe looked at Withers, who tried to be jaunty and calm. “I didn’t do nothing, Joe,” said Withers. “I was here, and she] stopped to talk to me.” “I told you not to talk to her again, didn't I? You want to get worked over again?” “I didn’t do nothing, Joe. I can’t stop her from speaking to mas. I don’t want to fight about it again; I ain't beating anybody's time—" Joe grunted, spinning whiplike, and there was a smack of bone! ° o ee? 3

on flesh as Joe's left clipped the pd A other's jaw, and Withers reeled NA 7 backward against the drug store (MIUESS, BEFORE. TAKING IN door and the door rattled sharply A FRESH SUPPLY OF in its frame. Fright transfixed AIR, PREPARATORY “TO DIVING, gi LE MOST EXPEL ALL THE LISED AR dodged inside, to scramble through IN THEIR LLNGS/ THIS WARM AIR, the shop for the side door. STRIKING THE COLD ATMOSPHERE, CONDENSES INTO A VAPOR 40 CALISING THE PHENOMENON KNOWN AS SsPOUTING.”

With Major Hoople OUT OUR WAY

M-M-M-AHL TH’ BEES HUMMIN' .. TH' SMELL OF FRESH PLOWED EARTH...TH' FLTTIN' OF GORGEOUS BUTTERFLIES ... TH’ FLEECY, DRIFTIN CLOUDS - BUT YOU WOULDN'T GET THAT.... THOSE SENSES HAVEN'T DEVELOPED ENOUGH IN YOU YET!

NO, BUT I GOT ENOUGH OF THE OTHER KIND TO KNOW YOURE LAVIN’ IN A ANTS

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said. “You won't let me talk to Tommy. Whe am I going to talk to?” Joe had no answer for that. How could he answer it? He took out | a cigaret and lighted it, which was | The boys never came again.” them. Then it would be worse.” something to do with an air of de-| “Scared away?” “I don’t think so. Thet's what liberation and assurance. “Tommy'd| “Yes. My grandfather insulted |they need. Somebody with nerve be all right—if somebody else was | them.” enough to jar them a little.” right there watching him. Why Joe shook his head. You put it| She grinned suddenly and looked hang around the corners? Why |like that, and it sounded crazy. up at him with eager big eyes. don’t you have them come to the | Yet it must be true. He said, “Kind | “Suppose you do it? Youre the

house?” “They can't.” “Why not?” He knew, wanted her slant.

but he

of weak-kneed boy friends you got, ain't they? Couldn't they tell him go take a dive off the sidewalk?”

“Oh, no!” She was earnestly shocked, “You can’t talk back “ig

only man I know who could put anything like that over.”

(Toe Be Continued)

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