Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 29 May 1939 — Page 14

PAGE 14 SERIAL STORY—

DATE WITH DANGER

By HELEN WORDEN

CAST OF CHARACTERS MARY FRANKLIN—Society editor. PUKE MARTIN — Sauve night clad

gangster, JANICE FRENCH Society deb. JIM SHIRLEY--Playboy.

Yesterday: Mary Franklin warns Clem about Martin. Later, Clem quarrels with Jack and vows she'll give him something | te be jealons about. She reaches for the | telephone. |

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

FTER Mary said goodby to Clem and Jack, she went to the,

office. | She was worried about Clem. Clem was too nice a girl to crack) up. Something must be done. But | when she reached the newspaper, the only solution she had arrived at | was to look up Duke Martin and warn him once more that he could not break Clem. The Gazette was caught in the doldrums of midafternoon. An indolent calm hung over the city desk. The atmosphere of peace did not extend, however, to the office of the managing editor. Iwo paragraphs in the gossip column had upset him. “Looks as if the Gazette's soc. ed. Mary Franklin, was serious about James Shirley, prexy of the International Brake Co. . . . She's a pal of Shirley's deb daughter, Clem. There's gold in that family.” A blind rush of hatred welled up in Ladd. It was rather cheap of Mary to act this way. Not to tell him. His mind was seething. She was going to hang on to her job till she got married. He could see it all now. He could have seized Shirley by the throat and strangled him. Then he stopped suddenly He hardly knew the man, only vaguely remembered what he looked like. Just as suddenly the anger left him. He became despondent. | Why shouldn't Mary like another man? Ladd picked up the Star again This time his eve traveled further down Burt's column. Another paragraph caught his attention. He studied it sharpiy, reached for his

Star's

clipping shears, snipped it out, then! :

rang for Pete, the copy boy. “Tell Miss Franklin I want te see her at once.” ere was grimmness in his tone. = =» = N ARY had just lifted the top of her desk and was slipping the typewriter into place. bor, the religious

Her neighlitor, better known as the Parson, seemed to be the only other person actually working Good aft

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ernoon,” he her chan you The o youre here The Parson was a with a hazy past were told about hed been a bishop defrocked. He still clerical collar and black ministerial dicky but otherwise his churchly background did not show A press agent doesn’t know the meaning of the word "mo, he fumed, turning to answer a phone call. “I'll bet this is the fellow who | boosts the old fool that preaches at— | But Mary was never to learn the name of the minister who had a press agent. Pete, the copyboy, came running up to say Tom Ladd wanted to see her. Eagerly she left her desk. You could see by the expression in her eyes that she had more than affection for this battling managing editor. She smiled as she entered Ladd’s office. “Did you me? She wondered why she cared for him. He had never shown any per1 interest in her aside from that i took her the Plaza akfast

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SO 10 casually pleasafternoon that ess was missing What about this? he demanded handing her a clipping from a Broadway column She had to exercise all her selfcontrol to disregard the sharpness in his voice Glancing down the column she read “Who is the hot little debutante ski-ing around Chinatown and Oh, so elsewhere, with Duke Martin? What has happened when Harvard can’t compete with Lovey Dove?” “Who is the girl?” he demanded. ® ® x

“FT isnt news,” said Mary defi-| antly., She began to lose her| temper. One moment she found her- | self loving this man, another moment she was hating him. | “I'm judge of what's news around here,” he shouted. “If were going to be beaten up by that puss-puss lumnist of the Star, I'll get a re- » who can give me the stuff Who is the girl?” “Clem Shirley.” Her words made him pause. He looked at her sharply Pete,” he called. “Get me the clips on Clem Shirley i Warned by Ladd's tone, the copyboy scuttled to the reference room and returned carrving a bulging envelope The editor ran through the clips. “Once tried to elope at 15,” he read. "Fired from Connecticut Finishing School. Supposed to be engaged to John Bur-| den.” He looked up. "And chasing] around town with a shoe polish} gangster! Are you trying to protect} this Park Avenue tramp?” “Clem is only a headstrong Kkid,”| Mary pleaded. “And she comes of a| really good background. Her father| is fine.” “What do you think Janice French was?” Ladd flung at her. | “I'd rather see this little fool saved) from death by scandal than suppress | the news and risk her life. If society | is changing partners, the Gazette| is going to report the fact.” His voice grew sarcastic. “If you need help on your job, Miss Franklin, say so! and I'll turn the entire staff over to you.” Maddened by Tom's manner, Mary answered with angry scorn, “I know the story.” “Then get it,” snapped Ladd. She turned and left. It was the first real bawling out she had ever had. The tears which she aad struggled so hard to restrain, | yerflo Back at her desk, they | contin to run down her white

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cheeks. She sat looking about the office where she'd been so happy a few moments before. Sighing, she reached in a desk drawer for a pencil and saw a note she'd made! that morning to tell Ladd about! some particular angle of the inquest. The tears began to fall again. | “I wouldnt cry.” It was the Parson speaking. “He's in love with you.” “Oh no he isn't,” sobbed Mary. “He hates me.”

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