Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 18 August 1939 — Page 23

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SERIAL STORY— ~~ GRIN AND BEART

The A Boardwalk

By ELINORE COWAN STONE

© _’ CAST OF CHARACTERS CHRISTINE THORENSON — came to visit her cousin, found a mystery. : BILL YARDLEY—had a reason for watehing Christine. +7 GEORGE WILMET.—employed Christine as a Boardwalk artist. © 3 CHANDRA~looked inte the future— and info the past.

Yesterday—Chandra warns Christine to be on her guard, urges her to come to him for advice. Christine believes that he is a fake. After the show ends, she remains. Chandra comes to her at ence, f |

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| BIRDS THAT TREAT YOU WITH EXTREME ‘KINDNESS ARE JUST | PRIMIN' YGU FERA DIRTY TRICK=-AND AR YOU'RE FOXY ENOUGH TO SPOT THEM KIND YOUVE . GOT UTOPIA ENOUGH!

“Y AM glad you waited,” Chandra Sg : ’ ; He 2 . began with a direct simplicity i : - 3 LE = Christine had not expected. : i} i “No doubt,” she said icily, “this a was a fair exchange. But don’t you | think you might have let me in on the plot?” i “Miss Thorenson”—his smile was tired—almost, it seemed to Christine, worried—"I suppose there's no way of convincing you that I really * want to help you?” “So you do know my name! . .. But then, of course, you've had me followed by some of your spies ever since: I got off that train—perhaps | === even before. . .. And if you're a||/ Hindu, I'm the Duchess of Windsor. « «+ Well, Tm fed up on theatrical tricks. What I'd like is some real triple-threat facts—if you've got any.” “Then, Miss Thorenson,” the “swami” told her with a gentleness 80 persuasive that, for the moment, Christine’s stern young skepticism was almost broken down, “You were very unwise to register at your new address under an assumed name, I see for you a very real danger.” “Well, Mr. Chandra—or whatever your real name is,” Christine said, “since I seem to have no secrets from you, you couldn't suggest, I suppose, exactly what it is I ought to do—aside from inspecting my baggage for an unmentionable object presumably’ placed there by a person or persons unknown?” “I could suggest—but it would do. no good,” he told her wearily, “that if you find—what I have reagon to think you will—you communicate with me. at once, by a messenger I will gladly place at your disposal. I shall then be in a position to advise you.” “Thanks a lot,” Christine flashed. “I'll take my chances on the persons | | unknown.” sak

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$s 8 = 8 i S she marched out, she glanced | | at her watch. ... After 11, and she was a good two miles from home. Well, she needed a brisk walk to. clear her mind after all that hoeus-pocus. J Christine jumped when a voice said at her shoulder, “It would be you. Don’t you know that no girl with eyes and hair like yours is safe from unwelcome attentions on this Boardwalk at night?” “Se it seems,” Christine said when she could control her voice. “No doubt if you had your way, cur-|} ‘few would ring at sunset for every NT : woman under 80.” ae ~~ pi 2h = The bareheaded young man must { ° 7 EE or ’ /’ PF : a << a \V/- = == : Soo, have run up the stairway from the “g . -¥, = i —— a Teer mM coerea beach, for he was breathing quickly, ber and his hair was rumpled. : “Well,” he went on with such infectious pleasure that Christine found herself feeling for the first time that day that it was marvelous to be young and alive, “maybe I'll be able to enjoy my meals now. When I called the Crestview this afternoon, they told me you'd . checked out. . . . But let's get out of this mob.” As they moved on under the lights of the Twentieth Century}. Pier, Christine stopped short in the | midst of the crowded, noisy Boardwalk. “But”-Ashe drenched!” “Oh, that?” He glanced down |} with some embarrassment. “I got pretty close to the surf-line, and a big one caught me amidships.” o # f 4

HRISTINE was not an introspective young person. She was no more capable of analyzing her sudden lift of spirits than she had been of understanding that her restlessness and loneliness of the earlier evening had not been entirely due to worry about Cousin Emma's strange desertion. She only knew now that she felt more at home with this tanned stranger whom she had met barely 24 hours ago—more warmly glad to see him—than she would have felt with any one she had known a lifetime. “I'm cold, too,” he was going on plaintively. “Something hot to eat would feel right good at this minute—and Deckers’ is just a comfortable walk along the Boardwalk. That's the one place in Surf City that doesn’t reek with fried potatoes. . . . And I hate eating alone. Come on, Miss Thorenson,” he wheedled with an engaging grin, “be a good scout.” “rd like to, bnly’— Christine _ laughed for the first time that day

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“But, sonny, by getting us an apple pie from your mother you'd be doing your good deed today, would you not?”

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«I answer much more docilely to ; NOURSTELNES ‘Bill, but if I forget to mention it, 4 the rest of it's Yardley,” he told her. N > fe ea NS \ aD : | LTTE » oy Then he added with something be- : : | \ If on hind the smile in his eyes that . made her catch. her breath, “I hope you're going to like it.” , While they were waiting at the table Bill had found by a window that overlooked the sea, Bill said, “It occurs to me that there's a lot about me besides my name that you don’t know. I raise horses for a Z.\ living—mighty fine horses, by the ° > 5 \ i SE = ; way. But the market wasn’t too : Gs, 7° FAY Laks z / good this year; so I took over the nk — E— : ne riding school here. You see, I've had a handicap over ypu all along. When I heard you say you were Mrs. Talbert’s “cousin,' I knew you wouldn’t be interested in lifting my watch.” L . “If you'd known the whole truth,” CATERPILLAR. { Christine said wryly, “you'd prob- cee ow ably have kept your hand on .that| ANSWER—Six,

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off, “Look — there's something wrong!” . On the Boardwalk just-ahead a

did not laugh. crowd was milling about, inter-

Instead, he frowned | over his

cigaret, “S8o Chandra took a hand? . . . That pird cuts a pretty wide] swathe. People come here to consult him about everything frei the baby’s first tooth to 0 Diioome of the Presidential election; financiers, successful writers and artists and

Tve never heard of his being involved in anything really shady... . In fact, if Chandra told me to go home and look under my bed for Barnum’s elephant, I'm not sure I wouldn't take a chance.” They had left the restaurant, and had strolled bac

ors; political bosses, social regisLy

spersed with figures in uniform. Afterward, Christine remembered

that everything that happened dur-| |

ing the grim hours that followed had much the quality of an unreal but none the less terrifying dream.

(To Be Continued) _