Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 7 January 1939 — Page 14

“SKrS THE LIMIT” Ends Today on Page 11.

CAST OF CHARACTERS JANET DWIGHT, heroine. She was ‘engaged to handsome young architect. LANCE BARSTOW, hero, Lance had great dreams for the future. So fil "CYNTHIA CANTRELL, orphaned granddaughter of great-aunt Mary Cantell. Still another dreamer was 4° BARNEY M’KNIGHT, newspaperman. : But Barney was more than a dreamer, j

CHAPTER ONE

J : oo . ANT- ( Groat AUNT MARY C

RELL glanced up from ‘the towel on which she was embroidering a monogram toward the chest into which Janet was tenderly foiding fragile garments of lace and rainbow-tinted satin. ; “My stars, Janet!” she said. “I had ‘more good honest underwear on my ' pack the day I was married than you've got in that whole chest.”

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life without Aunt Mary. When ler “mother had died, Mrs. Cantrell had come to keep house for her nephew and to take care of the 2-year-old ‘daughter; and since Father’s degth, she had been both mother anc 'father to the growing girl. : ©. Neither could Janet remember! the 5 time when, to her, Aunt Mary had seemed anything but a very old lady, in spite of her straight back. her sure, birdlike movements, and the snapping shrewdness of her singularly youthful black eyes under smooth, soft white hair. “What did you wear at your wedding, Aunt Mary?” Janet asked— . not so much from curiousity as because, just now, of all topics in the world, that of weddings was to her the most absorbing.

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UNT MARY dropped small blue-veined old hands into her lap and sat up a little more erect. “White satin,” she said softly. “It f had a snug basque, with crystal 4 buttons down the front, and a very ¥ full skirt—even though the times were hard, and we were starting out only the next day to homestead in the West. . . . I had a veil, too, and ' orange blossoms—artificial ones, of course.” “7 know. I've seen the picture in your album,” Janet reminded her. I “But I meant underneath—you know—your theises and thosies?” “Good, warm, long woolen -underwear,” Aunt Mary said firmly. “A i corset, of course—and I mean a cor- . set, an honest, bone-gripping one, | not one of these flimsy rubber cheats. You held your breath and prayed for endurance while some | one laced yoy into it. . . . Then I . had on an embroidered linen chemise, a tight camisole with ruffles over the bust and three petticoats. “I'm only surprised you didn’t wear galoshes. You girls just | couldn’t take it in those days, could you?” teased Janet, although she had often heard the story of how, when Great-Uncle Nathan had decided to leave the first homestead in Nebraska and push on farther west, Aurit Mary, at 19, had ridden across the Sierra Nevadas, through mountain passes infested by hostile Indians, with her baby on a sidesaddle before her. . . That, of course, was years before Uncle Nathan went to Washington as Senator Cantrell. “T have yet to be convinced,” retorted Aunt Mary serenely, “especially after observing the present . generation, that exposing the ‘hide is any foolproof way of developing intestinal fortitude. As for ‘taking it,’| as you put it, half

the young people I see these days

are licked before they start . . . Of course I don’t mean Cynthia,” she added hastily. But Janet knew that the denial was an involuntary admission.

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YNTHIA CANTRELL was Aunt A Mary's orphaned granddaughter, on whose education the old lady had spent a generous portion of her own not too generous income. Yet two years out of coflege, Cyn‘thia, who had no job of any Kind, continued to be Aunt Mary's most expensive luxury. “But, Aunt Mary, how can they help it—the way things are now?” Janet demanded. “I wonder sometimes where I'd be without the money Father left me. You're for-

bl getting the depression, aren't you?”

“The depression?” snapped Aunt Mary. “When I was young, we

|| scratched for every bite we ate—

that is, our menfolks did. But " nowadays young men seem to expect a living handed to. them on

' -g silver tray.”

© Well, anyhow, she can't mean Lance, Janet thought proudly. Although Aunt Mary did not, of course, entirely appreciate Lance, yet even by her exacting standards, he was succeeding when half the young men of his acquaintance were but of jobs. Already he had made an enviable place for himself in the architectural department of Hallowell and Benton’s the leading engineering firm of the “city. . . . It was still incredible to Janet that in 10 days she would ‘be Mrs. Lance Barstow.

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. ‘A FTER she had come hgme from "A. school six months ago, she hed met Lance at a party. “ When Janet, partly because she "was always kind to shy people, and partly because, in his guiet diffident ‘way, he sometimes said unexpectedly amusing things, had danced with him for the third time, Cynthia ‘waylaid her in the powder yoom, and warned her with that air tolerant sophistication that Janet often found very trying, “Watch ‘yourself, infant, the Barstow lad is , smooth article.” Janet had laughed and said, ‘Don’t be funny, Cyn.” t was not, however, until several ks later that she realized how at quick, appealing smile of his; is way of listening as if every word ne spoke were important; his air f saying the most inconsequential ngs as #f drawing her apart from s crowded room into an intimate rid in which the two were excit“alone; his way of folding her

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Then they had become engaged. Now the door of Janet’s room opened, and Cynthia came in, still wearing her hat and wrap. Her eyes fell upon the chest before which janet was kneeling, - and then moved quickly to her cousin’s intent, happy face; and she asked abruptly, “Jan, haven't you—has Lance called up lately?” “Not since this morning,” said. “Why?”,

Janet

But at something in her halfaverted face and tha too casual tone of her reply, Janet felt an unreasonable stir of uneasiness. Why should Cynthia think it necessary to evade so natural a question? For that matter, 7k she opened the subject at all?

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