Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 12 December 1938 — Page 20

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SERIAL STORY SKI'S THE LIMIT

By ADELAIDE HUMPHRIES

LOOK, MABEL, HOOPLE FITS HIS NEW JOB OF DOG WARDEN LIKE A GLOVE [ALL HE HAS YO DO TO RID ‘THE NEIGHBORHOOD OF STRAY DOGS 1S TO HEEL~-AND-TOE IT DOWN THE STREET AND ALL THE MUTTS GO YAPPING AFTER HIM [

DOGS HAVE = ALWAYS GATHERED AROUND HIM LIKE ANTS ON A PKNIC CAKE ws LISTEN To THEM! THEY ° MUST BE RETRIEVERS, YHE WAY THEY ARE GIVING HIM THE BIRD f

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ba? CAST OF CHARACTERS ©" SALLY BLAIR — Heroine. She had ‘* everything that popularity could win ~.- her, except : DAN REYNOLDS — Hero. He might have had Sally but while he was king on skis . + COREY PORTER was king of the social whirl, So . . . But go on with the

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—— ; Yesterday: Sally, queen of the campus, +: meets Dan Reynolds, king of skis, and is rebuffed, whereupon she vows to win his : attention.

CHAPTER TWO

- HE Ski-Rest, perched high like .- a crow’s nest on top of tne .-mountain, was packed with red“‘cheeked, bright-eyed youngsters _ dressed in sweaters and knickers ‘and snow suits, wooly mittens and

; heavy boots. A big fire roared at "© each end of the long, log room in . the huge stone fireplaces. : The record machine sang out on gay dance tune after another in . rapid succession, challenging the ~ chaff and chatter that rose all - around. Outside the thermometer registered 15 below and there was a . bitter wind, but within was warmth > and coziness and laughter. P= “How come you're not entering WS any of the women’s events, Sally?” = = 3 Babe Fairchild, a plump, doll-faced : nn ¢ ‘blond whose nickname suited per- : = fectly, asked the question that all @® of the “gang” had been hesitating to put. “Everyone thought, as Queen of the Carnival, you'd put the rest of us gals in our places on skiis and skates.” “Why should you think that?” Sally asked. Her dark eyes, beneath long curling lashes, were ‘searching covertly for one particular person among all the close-knit groups. “I'm not that good. Not “nearly good enough, in fact.” She had her reasons, but she did not + mean to divulge them. “Maybe Sally's satisfied just to be queen this year,” Pudge 1e‘marked, coming gallantly to her rescue. Sally might not be able to see him for dust, which was no small wonder with Corey paying her such open homage, but Pudge! wouldn’t give up hove until the last gun. “What'd you mean not-good- | enough? You're plenty super when it comes to any sport, my love.” “Don’t you wish she were your love?” Corey taunted, winking broadly. He pulled his chair a bit closer to Sally’s, bent his fair head nearer her dark one. “A penny for your thoughts,” he murmured, just for Sally's ears. “Why don’t you keep your mind on your work — which is me.” 2 ” 2

CALLY’S eyes smiled back into his. “They're worth much more than that!” she informed him]

loftily, adding quickly; “How about 14 17, TO YOU, SENORITA 7)

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“I guess I finally convinced my family I'm growing up—this one isn’t washable.”

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showing me a bit of shagging?” For MY FRANS, BOT THEES NAME OF EMANUEL THE WATCH. Corey prided himself on knowing all ENEATH THE WAT HAPPEN TO THE PROVES CARIOCA. COME THE the newest, most intricate dance steps. Besides, Sally knew she never

was expected to be quiet or serious. That was part of the price paid for maintaining the status of popularity. “You're a wow for punishment,” . Corey said with grudging admiration, pulling himself to his feet. : “After the strenuous hours we've put in these last two days and nights, and if anyone questions the strenuousness just let him look how my poor knees are begininng to cave in!” He took a circle around the table, making his knees wobble comically, turning his feet on edge, bringing a laugh from everyone at his clowning. Then he whirled Sally out onto the tiny square of polished floor in, a dizzy, wild tango that caused the Tew other couples to shy into corners| |) to watch the exhibition. For among| 3% BR all her other accomplishments,| }%& ky 4 i ES : - k 7 i Sally was the slickest dancing part- : 8 4 ; Bion tb ¥ i Z AY ,ner any fellow ever had. f ; : SU OA ; 7 FF As they wandered back toward ] their table, Sally’s cheeks deepened, her’ heartbeat quickened. Not because she was breathless from the dance, but because — at last — her bright roving glance had been rewarded. In a far corner, all by himself, his attention completely absorbed in the task of waxing skis with infinite patience and loving care, sat the person she had been searching for. . “This way!” Sally tugged at

GRIM WALLS SOLDADOS!

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WHY DON'T You SHOP IN KINGSTON, INSTEAD { OUGHT T° BUY OF MAKING ME CARRY JUNE A NKE STUFF CLEAR OVER FROM HEAVY IRON ANCHOR --- SOME DAY SOMEONE MIGHT GIVE HER A BOAT!

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Corey’s sweater sleeve. She gave him a knowing look. “Remember our ‘check’ Corey? Be a good boy and keep quiet. And watch the fun.”

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corner, Corey following, his handsome face a bit puzzled, a bit sulky. “ “Greetings!” Sally said in her calm, clear voice. She tossed back her dark curls; her eyes held their bright, dangerous look. “We know we're interrupting. A thousand pardons for that. But Corey wants to ask a favor, as one brother to another. Isn't that right, Corey, my lad?” She threw him a laughing look that bound him in intimate understanding. Corey prided himself on being a good sport. She knew she could ‘rely on him not to let her down. » Dan looked up reluctantly, running one hand absentmindedly, in a sort of caress, down the smoothly polished ski. He said, “Hello,” none too cordially. His eyes—Sally had taken note before that they were gray, and very grave, as well—met hers squarely. “Don’t bother. to get up!” Sally said quickly, significantly. Usually ~ men could not get to their feet swiftly enough when Sally stood be- ~ fore them. She wondered if he was Being rude purposely, or if he did not know any better. q : 2 nn F HE slow flush that crept up the : high planes of his dark cheekbones answered this. He knew _ better, all right. For some reason he was determined to snub Sally. His gray eyes still were direct. “I wasn’t going to,” he answered. “I couldn't risk dropping these.” He nodded toward the skis balanced geross his knees. “What can I do r you, Corey?” His tone held the inge of politeness due to an upperan. “Corey wants to ask you if you'll fe me a lesson in skiing tomorrow rning,” Sally put in before her rt could say anything. She an arm through Corey’s, gave "a little warning pressure. y says he knows you could teach me better than anyone else. I meet you at whatever time you e.” e gray eyes never wavered. If

any sign.

ANSWER—No.

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The moon is above the horizon continuously

during one-half of each lunar month.

he was taken by surprise, wanted to refuse, but felt he could not, Dan Reynolds did not give “Make it 6 o’clock,” he said. “That’s the only possible time I could manage.” “Six o'clock—in the morning!” Sally gasped.

Dan nodded. Briefly,

He bent his head over his skis again, dipped the rag in the wax. “Serves you right!” Corey's sulkiness vanished. He took Sally’s arm to lead: her back where she belonged. % ]

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decisively.

“I can picture you rising at that unholy hour to win any dare, my

thing. But—and this time I'll lay any odds you ask for—you might as well give up before you commence.” “I'll name them,” Sally agreed. “And match them with any you care to mention.” She wished she felt: as confiden - as she sounded! -

I suppose that’s what you're You're usually up to some-

UY VIPERO,

BROWN BUS TURNS

(To Be Continued)

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