Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 22 December 1939 — Page 23

FRIDAY, DEC. 22, 1939 SERIAL STORY —

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OUR BOARDING HOUSE

With Major Hoople

Santa Claus

Brown By MILDRED GILMAN

CAST OF CHARACTERS

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ALICE BANKS— Kenchon NKS—A pretty, young school

JERRY DONALDSON—Pampered son |

of the city's richest merchant. BETTY of Santa Claus. YESTERDAY: Carter goes to Donald. son's home, demands a chance to buy toys. Donaldson has him thrown out. Jerry finds him in the snow, outside. Together they go to the store. Carter gathers only a few tovs, but Jerry fills a8 huge bag. They hurry to the Carter home,

CHAPTER NINE

THE CARTER LIVING ROOM was bare and quiet when Carter and Jerry entered. Mrs. Carter heard them and hurried down from upstairs, calling as she came, "Is that you, Jim?” She saw the toys and stopped short in confusion. “But—what?” She didn't know whether to laugh or cry. “Come and help us,” said Carter. “You remember Jerry Donaldson?” Jerry and Carter had begun to fill the stockings and empty the bags of toys. Mrs. Carter joined them, still confused. “Jim,” she inquired hesitantly, “you paid for these yourself?” “I did—shoveling snow,” swered her husband proudly. They finished their work quickly | and stood back to admire. “You'd better sit down, Mr Donaldson,” Mrs. Carter said. “You look weak. t's been a dreadful night for all of us. How is Mr. Brown?” “I hope—he's better,” plied. “His wife hasn't come home the whole night,” Mrs. Carter continued. “TI hope he hasn't taken a tum for the worse.” Jerry swayed slightly. “Guess I will—take a little rest,” he said. “You, too, papa, vou must he half dead,” said Mrs. Carter. “Youll

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be tired after all that shoveling, TX have to spend Christmas Duy rub. | bing linament on you.” Jerry and Carter sat dow and fell asleep in their chairs almost | immediately. Mrs. Carter looked | about her happily. She vawned. “Bless their little hearts.” she | murmured drowsily, “Thev’'ll have! a merry Christmas, after all!” on 2 » { IN THE CORRIDOR of the hos-| pital Mrs. Brown talked with Mrs. | Deakin, her landlady and Mr. Mid-| dleton. “TI was trying to tell you outside earlier, Mrs. Brown, your daughter Frances isn't doing as well as you thought,” Mrs. Deakin chat-! tered. “She isn't even an actress. She's been out of work for five months—all that time you didn't hear from her. She hated to write till she had good news for vou, and she wouldn't come home and be a burden on vou.” “But she's coming now,” Mrs. Brown said, tearfully. She glanced toward the door to Santa Claus Brown's room and held her finger to her mouth. “Shhh, don't let papa know she isn't a famous actress. It makes him | happy thinking of her doing so well. He's—" | “Mama—come here, close to me,” Santa Claus Brown called from his bed. Mrs. Browimr hastened to him and he smiled weakly at her. “Looks as if my work is just about doje. ‘Where's Frances, mama? Youre sure she's coming?” Mrs. Brown smiled. | “She'll be here any minute now,” | she said. “She left right away when she heard you were—hurt. She's so sorry not to have written, but it's just as we thought. The poor girl's been so busy she didn't know which way to turn. She's coming home now to rest—with us. You must get well. Our daughter's coming home.” | “Our daughter's coming home—" Santa Claus Brown smiled happily.

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| A CLOCK STRUCK six. Christ-| mas bells began to peal merrily, The light of dawn, just breaking, sifted into the living room of the Carter house. Jerry and Mr. | and Mrs. Carter were still sleep- | ing in their chairs. Upstairs, Wiel children had just awakened, “Come quick,” Betty cried to her brothers. “He's been here. I heard] him! I saw him! I Was going to! wake vou up but I was afraid he'd be scared away.” “Aw, baloney,” said Pete, derisively. “There ain't no Santa Claus. We | won't have nothin'.” They were on their way downstairs. “Gee,” exclaimed Joe, “don't talk like that—yet. Wait and see—he might—" They came into view of the living room. They did not see their parents nor Jerry, just awakening. They saw nothing but the toys, and rushed toward them ecstatically. Pete followed slightly behind the two younger ones, bewildered, ashamed, He viewed the scene and scratched his head. “Pop never could have bought all this,” he exclaimed. ‘Betty, did you say vou saw Santa Claus” No pipe dream?” “I saw him.” Betty cried excitedly. | “I heard him.” She picked up a burlap bag. “Here's his sack. He forgot his sack. Oh, I hope he has other sacks with him. I hope he didn’t leave all his toys here by mistake!” She saw her parents and ranover to hug them, smiling up at Jerry. 5 5 ”

ABOVE THE EXCITED clamoring of the children, Jerry said to Mrs. Carter: “Your husband tells me he used to work at the Palais Royale.” “Yes, he did,’ she replied. “Then he thought he could make a go of an engineering job, and he could have, too, if it hadn't been for the depression. Building stopped so suddenly, He's a fine worker, my husband, and a man of great courage.” Pete ran toward them with his airplane. “Hey, pop, look at that propeller go round-—geee!” “How would vou like te be fioorwalker, Mr. Carter?” Jerry asked | him. “I heard pop say he needs one, Work up from there?” “Floorwalker?” Mrs. Carter's tone made the job sound impressive. “That's fine, Just have to stand

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