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ONDAY, NOV. 6, 1939 _ GRIN AND BEAR

SERIAL STORY— Joan of Arkansas

By JERRY BRONDFIELD

CAST OF CHARACTERS JOAN JOHNSON—A mysterious’ coed glamour girl of the Tech campus. KEITH RHODES—Tech’s star halfback, headed for All-America honors. DAN WEBBER — The blocking back, whe clears Keith's way; a steady, industrious student.

YESTERDAY—Joan and Dan are kidnaped, driven to *_sguntey hideout. Joan is ordered to write father, giving instructions for payment of $50,000 ransom. “And tell him,” the gangster snarls, “that if that dough ain't picked up by Saturday, they’ll find you floating in the river.” Joan knows he means what he says. . ;

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE JOAN'S FEELING of terror gradually left her as she thought of her

father. He'd know how to handle this. Nothing had ever stopped him

“That's an awful lot of money,” she said. “He—he doesn’t have that much,” she added almost desperate-

Big Ed smiled crookedly. “What're you tryin’ to hand us, sister? The old guy can raise four times that much in an hour and you know it.

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He knows who he’s dealin’ with.” Pan looked at her curiously. What did he mean by that? Ed grinned with satisfaction. “We got quite a reputation. Guys who know us never doubt our integrity, as they say in the papers, hey, Rocco?”

Big Ed spread his hands. “Now that everybody understands everybody else, were gonna get along, > And then, more curily: “Rocco, you go back into town. Keep low but keep your eyes and ears open. I got a hunch her old man will come bustin’ in.” He turned to Joan. *Tt ain’t gonna do him a damn bit pf good, though. “Sam; see what that other kid has in his pockets that he shouldn't. Incidentally, what’s you name, kid?”

he asked Dan after Rocco had left. Dan told him. Sam tossed his wallet to Ed who’ looked through it hastily and tossed it back. “Here . . . . you can keep it.” | “Thanks” Dan said sarcastically. "Ed looked at him bleakly. “Don’t be a fresh punk, now. You ain’t|| supposed to be in this party, you know.” His face grew hard. “Mebbe we shoulda dumped you out somewhere, at that. You'll only be in the way.

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gelves we'll let ‘you be a little bit free. One bad move and we’ll keep you tied up like a bundle of gro-|! ceries.” “Mind if we look around a bit?”

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serted on the stadium road. No one could explain it. It took J. G. Johnson, escorted by a police inspector, fo turn some light on / problem. J. G. burst upon the ‘Alpha Nu house with the full fury of a northern gale. It had taken him just two and a half hours to get from New

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when she was picked up. The shoe prints tally with those of Dan Webber. Now, we want you girls || to. co-operate with us as fully as possible . . . think clearly, now...” ” = = i

IT WAS a hushed, scared group which huddled in the "Alpha Nu living room later that night. The! Tribune had come out with an extra! and Tommy Peters, staring at the, sheet in front of him, shook his head.

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story. “I wasn’t just dumb,” he repeated. #1 was plain thick. . All the time 3 thought she might be related to old J. G. or his famliy. He got his start down Arkansas way and then transferred his operations out east.” He slapped the paper. “She told me she had no relatives in Arkansas, but that happened to be the truth . . . and that’s what stumped me. I never dreamed she was the daughter of THE J. G. Jo n.” Tommy turned to CaroRggildly. “Oil . . . steel . . . railroads . . . banks. I’m tellin’ you her old man is one of these behind-the-scenes guys who owns hall’ the country.” Kay whistled softly. “And that’s who Joan Johnson is. Gee, it’s one thing to be well-to-do and it’s another to be—.” She paused. “To be heiress to 20 million dollars or so,” Marianne added. Barney Hughes stopped in and asked if there was any news. “Keith been over?” he wanted to know. Someone replied that he had phoned a short while ago, but had

not stopped in. “Doesn’t surprise me,” said Carol.

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cept that—well, I think Joan had been doing a lot of thinking lately.” “You mean .. .?”

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to pack him in.” “Then why did she use his car on that field trip?” Carol shrugged. for it before she made up her mind about it, I'm sure. ‘And she probably wanted to end it gradually.

“She had Keith’s feelings to con-| ! sider, too, you know. A lot of us|; ~ realized it too late, maybe, but she

was aces, I hope it isn’t too late,” she added, as an ugly afterthought hit her. Bonnie Harris summed it up perfectly. “It was something we all suspected but wouldn't admit.” Suddenly jumped up with a whoop. “I've got it—I've got it!” he yelled. “That guy I saw in the Varsity the other night . . . Rocco Petrone, that’s who it is!‘ Rocco Petrone! . “Now I remember why his picture was in-that St. Louis paper a couple of years ago. He was being held

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