Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 14 February 1940 — Page 15

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~ of ‘whisky and a wet towel.

cried . “They come now, quick.”

‘ maid got there, Katie was drunk.

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~bed, Mike said, “Now we'll leave her

e C He Paughter By HELEN WORDEN

CAST OF CHARACTERS “LA PORTE—Model in exclusive Fess shoppe lives on a barge. DAN DONOVAN — Playboy son of a h Irishman, in love with Marie. TOMMY 'RYAN—Leader of the truck- % fighting Marie's fathér. LYNDA MARTIN — Society debutante, ts to: marry Dan. z BATISTE 1A PORTE—Marie’s father, owner of & fleet of barges. - ae Begs Pe FESTERDAY—Mike goes back to the . ; He hopes 40 find some ‘way to ele Dan's grief. He. meets: Tommy Ryan and they burst in on Bat together. Bat throws Tommy out when the trucker declares Marie should marry him. The barge eaplain turns on “Mike. Donovan tells him the affair is not finished yet.

% CHAPTER TWENTY KATIE DONOVAN rang the front

dodrbell furiously. Where was Ling? Whera was everybody? Here she had

rived ahead of time to surprise the family and none of them were hete. She fished in her purse for a key, but couldn't find it. While she was still rummaging, Ling opened

“I've beén ringing 10 minutes,” she exclaimed. “You and Henry,” nofiding to the chauffeur, “bring in my: bags.” As a matter of fact she had been atithe door less‘than three minutes when Ling opened’it, but he ‘made allowances. He ‘had learned to take Mss. Donovan philosophically. *Your _ telegram came, Meesah

have Henry meet you.” “Where’s my son?” Mrs. Donovan demanded. “Meesah Dan, he upstairs,” anred Ling laconjcally. “He rest- ”

‘didn’t add that Dan had out all night and that when hel did return at half-past four he still had on his dinner clothes. Nor did he mention Dan’s picture in the evening newspaper, on the table beneath Mrs. Donovan's purse. ¢Poor boy.”. Mrs. Donovan’s voice was tender. “He wears himself out.” She picked up her purse and the paper and, starting toward the ele-

“vator, glanced .absent-mindedly at],

the headlines. : _ Camry. my things up to my pom,” she began, still looking at the headlines, “and tell Susette to unpack—" She stopped. “Good heav- , What's this! Dan Donovan lovelorn vigil for beautiful

She. flopped down on a chalr. #Call Dan! Call Susette. I'm going to faint.” Ling scampered off, returning a moment later with a glass

“I call Messah Dan, Susette.” he

“Let me see the paper again,” murmured Mrs. Donovan, weakly. Better drink first,” cautioned

Ling. ; In his excitement, he had poured Katie Donovan a whole tumbler of whisky. Ordinarily, she .didn’t také more than one cocktail’ or liqueur because if always went to her head.. But. she gulped half the glass of whisky down, as she read in. detail the story about Dan, and the rest of the drink when she flung the paper to the fioor. * ~ “That’s bad, that’s bad,” she kept

repeating indistinctly, as the liquor].

began’ to take effect. vigil. What vigil?” : SITE Rs ‘ BY THE .TIME Dan and the

“Dan - keeps

“Mother!” Dan fook one look at her. “You're tight at a tick.” He turned angrily to Ling.

“She read piece bout you in pa-|

per. I-have her drink. She took it —two swallows,” Ling. singsonged. - Mrs; Donovan shook her finger at Dan. Don’ keep vigil, my boy, don’ keep vigil.” : Dan held his aching head in his hands. What were the Donovans coming to? ; Dan glanced at his own reflection in a mirror, a disheveled figure in his blue silk robe, hair rumpled, dabs of court plaster spotting his face. “Well, we can’t let her stay here.” He eyed his mother. She was singing, if you could call it that. “Wateh it,” he cried. “She’s going out.” He caught her as she swayed, then sagged, a lump of lead in his arms

“You take her feet,” he directed |

Susette. “I'll manage her head and shoulders. If we. can get her-to the elevator—" o

They were almost in front of the|

elevator when Mike walked in. “What .ih thg name of the

his “wife, supported by Dan and Suzette. : i Katie opened her eyes. “Hello, Mike, me darlint. Whoopee!” Mike stared incredulously. “Why, Katie Donovan,” he said reproachfully. “Your’re drunk as a lord.” “And it’s all my fault, Dad.” Dan’s tone was hopeless. Mike ran across to help Dan. On the way he picked up the evening paper from the floor, absentmindedly stuffing it in his pocket. “We'll get her to bed,” he told Dan sharply, “then I'll hear: the story.” But. he didn't follow. his own ad-

vice. . “When did she get back?” he bellowed as he and Dan and Suzette struggled into the elevator with Katie. : “I don’t know,” said Dan. “Ling e up like a crazy man babbling. that Mother was ‘having hysterics in the hall. T dashed down and so did Susette. We: found her drunk.”

" 2 8 ONCE THEY'D got her on the

to you, -Susette. ' Undress her as quietly as possible. The best thing in the world for her is sleep.” He started toward the door, Dan with

“What was that,” he inquired curiously, “about this being all your fault?” : . The two turned down the hall to the study. er : : “I guess it was my. fault, Dad.” Dan flopped into a chair. “Mother saw a picture of me in that. newspaper you've got in your pocket now. That must have started her.” Mike still had his overcoat on. He reached for the paper and slid the “Him,” he sald. “So you've bee keepin’ waterfront vigils” 1 | He lit a cigar and paced the flgor.. said

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Martin!” He lowered his voice, “and how. are you this fine day? What's that, will Mrs. Donovan be back in time for the party tomorrow night?” He looked helplessly at Dan, . As much as he enjoyed talking over the telephone, he wasn’t enthusiastic over a conversation with Mrs. Martin. He was uneasy in any encounter with her. She belonged

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Danis to bring Lynda to the Plaza first for dinner?. The hoyll be there!” : ¢ He put the receiver down carefully. “Now will the saints tell me what have I done?” : Dan got up. There was despair in his voice. “Don’t worry, Dad. T'll not disgrace: you any more.” =. .- (To Be. Continued) :

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