Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 10 August 1938 — Page 16

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HAYWIRE © HOUSE

By Edwin Rutt

CAST OF CHARACTERS KINKAID PARKER—Hero. Handsome, * ‘jobless, he has just inherited half-in-terest in a vacant Connecticut home. © SALLY PENNINGTON—Heroine, Blond, . pretty, she has inherited the other half of the home. Together they turn it inte "a “Restatorium.” '

Yesterday: To his amazement Kinks finds that pretty Sally Pennington owns the other half of the. house.

= CHAPTER THREE _ “4g DON'T understand,” said Kinks. “How-—how come. . .” _ “What's so strange about it?” Sally cut in. “I was Mrs. Preston's companion for six years, ever ‘since my mother died. ~closest one te her. Of course, you could have kriocked me down with a feather when I heard how she'd _ made her wil But thinking it over, it isn’t so surprising.” “Are you Niving alone here?” ‘Kinks asked. . “No. Mrs. Kilipstack is with me. She's sort of a. combination cook and housekeeper. She’s quite deaf ‘and she takes a nap about this time every day, That's why she

didn’t hear you \ringing, no doubt.” |

s \» ” OR the first! time Miss Sally ‘X' gave detailed attention to the gentleman with whom she now owned a house. + Under other circumstances he naight have pleased her. But his attitude was wrong. Altogether too flippant. “Before we do{ another thing” she said, “you anel I are going to call on Mr. Kenworthy. He'll tell you what you can#do and what you can’t.” . Mr. Caleb John \Kenworthy had returned to his oflice. He was a fussy, little old gentleman with spectacles that explored the very tip of his nose. He ‘peered at them over the spectacles. _ “Ah, it’s you, .Sally,” he said. “And . . . ” He paused, looking perplexedly at Kinks. Sally took the floor. “This is Kinkaid Parker, Mr. Kenworthy,” she said. ‘“He’s come up about Mrs. Preston’s property.” Mr. Kenworthy surveyed Kinks from head to foot. “Kinkaid Parker, eh?” he barked suddenly. “Well, why weren't you here for the reading of the will, young man? I notified you.” “I didn’t know a thing about this till today,” said Kinks, looking blank. “I sent the notification two weeks ago,” said Mr. Kenworthy aggrievedly. y ” ” 2 ~ INKS reflected. “Oh,” he said, at last. “I was in Chicago two weeks ago seeing about a job that didn’t pan out. Your first letter was probably forwarded out there and hasn't caught up with me yet.” “Hm!” Mr. Kenworthy ruffled papers on his huge, roll-top' desk. “wrell, no matter. You're here now. And I may say that Mrs. Preston's will is irregular. Most irregular. Very complicated, indeed.” “And to complicate matters still further,” said Sally, giving Kinks a dirty look, “Mr. Parker is de-

.termined to see the property imme- 3

diately.” _ Mr. Kenworthy gazed accusingly at Kinks, then back to Sally. “He can’t do that,” he decreed. “Not ‘ unless you agree. Such are the terms.of the will. Nothing can be gone without the mutual con-’ sem of both beneficiaries.” “Jpere!” exclaimed Sally triumphaily. “And I wouldn't agree to sell :t in a million years.” _*8¢ill,” continued Mr. Kenworthy, “ypu young people will have to do soniething. There are no convertible assets. ‘And the house has a mo:tgage calling for semiannual interest and amortization payments of $606 each. Unfortunately, one of thesp payments is due in about two weeks. And unless you are—er— solvent, I don’t know how it’s going to be met.” : ! 8 ” 8

INKS whistled. Six hundred (A dollars? In his present unemployed state $600 seemed like a fortune. - “Who holds this mortgage?” he inquired. Mr. Kenworthy’ of distaste. “You might as well say that old. Spencer Ames does,” he said. “Actually it’s the First National Bank . of Winstock. But what's the difference? Old Spencer Ames and the bank here are one and the same thing.” re “Well,” said Kinks, when they ha left the lawyer's office, “you win the first round. But how are we going to raise $600?” Sally frowned. “I don’t know. I hadn’t an -idea it would "be that much. Mrs. Preston never talked about her. affairs. And I haven't anything like $600.” “You and me both,” said Kinks. They paused on the curb. “Well, inquired Sally, “what’s the next move?” . “Search me,” said Kinks. At this moment a car swung to-.

made a grimace

_ HOLD EVERYTHING

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“A fine time you pick to wrestle with your conscience!”

FLAPPER FANNY

By Sylvia

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“And what’s this one?—‘Please pay something on account?” “Guess he means on account of you owe him the money.”

By Lichty

GRIN AND BEAR IT

“Mother won’t forgive us for eloping—so she’s coming to’ live with us!”

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By William Ferguson

OUR BOARDING HOUSE

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COPR. 1938 BY NEA SERVICE, INC. ((ef2522 “Young man,” she said, “can you direct me to a quiet, inexpensive -\- CL ] hotel?” ! i . | 7/5 Zreting ; Jy Hotel, Madam?” said Kinks po- 2 1 ha : rp SY. 1 hotel? Young mn” dos 938 BY NEA SERVICE, INC. T. M. REG. U.S. PAT. clared the imperious lady. “And | mind you, it must be quiet. Papa, here”—she indicated the mouselike man—“has been ill. We started on a motor trip, but it’s too much for him. We've decided to put up somewhere and rest.” “Why, I don’t know . . Kinks. r : “There aren’t any hotels around here,” Sally cut in, :

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ward the curb. It came in so suddenly that Sally and Kinks inf stinctively jumped back. Behind the wheel sat a mousy-looking, elderly man. By his side was an ample. and imperious, female of advancing years. And the back of the car was literally crawling with suitcases, boxes and hampers of all descriptions. The imperious lady beckoned Kinks. Obviously she mistook him for some of the village talent.

TIME LESTER WAS MISSED HS AFTER NOON. NAP \N\) OVER TWEWE NEARS

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LISTEN HERE, SLATS SCRAPPLE/ Fy WANT ME TO IN FAVOR OF THI TOWN=-YOUVE GOT TO TELL HER--THAT YOURE THROUGH WITH HER. AND TELL HER TOMORROW ORELSE----

ABBIE AN' SLATS YOU HOLD ALL THE ACES, TONY! IT'S FOR YOU 10 SAY WHETHER CRABTRE

E CORNERS GETS ANOTHER CHANCE -=- WHET A ANOTHER CHANCE / I'LL | HER) GET. ANYTHING IN THE 0 IF YOU'LL GIVE US CHANCE -- ANYTHING

TRECKY CROGGING] _-LL TRY TO LIKE You, \ BECKY GROGGINS TONY--BUT LIKE | SAID | ==#/ THAT A -<THERE'S JUST { DRESSED | : GIRL 'M REALLY-- } LITTLE NOBODY WELL--CRAZY ABOUT--/ | See ERY BECKY | LOA : GROGGINS ) J

OR ELSE, HUH ?--1+= 1 GET Tse

WHAT'S WRONG

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Mr. Kinks Parker was aware both | ington. Pass up such a heaven-

HE elderly woman looked at 3 her sharply. ~ “You mean to say,” she said, ¥that there isn’t a quiet, little, country inn? Not even a -farmhouse that could take us in?” © Grade A inspirations come seldom. When they do they cause the eyes of the inspired to shine

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of shining and: shivering. What an

idea! What a honey of a brainwave! A rambling, roomy house. A peaceful countryside. A quiet river. In the kitchen a lady named Clipstack who could probably have made a bum out of the chef to Lucullus.. ‘And Miss Sally Penn-

ington overseeing the | he,

sent opportunity? He? Not in 50 million years. Kinks Parker took a quick loo) at Sally and a long breath. : “I know just: the . place you want,” he said. “Why don’t you

try the Pennington-Parker Resta-| |

torium?”