Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 6 April 1940 — Page 13

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YESTERDAY: Eddie apolcgizes to Kelly for letting his temper get away from | ‘him, but Val is not convinced. She uses ihe fight in her story. Capt. Hansen “hints that the future of the entire line depends on getting this shipment to port safely and on time. Duffy com- | Plains about the food, gets himself as- {| signed to galley| duty. :

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SHE FELT A FAINT flush gath- - ering in her face. She strove for an answer and found herself all tied up. He turned to his task again, but when he looked up a minute later she was gone. Eddie Cavalier watch the slender figure climb the companionway to the upper deck. His gaze followed her until she disappeared into the chart room. ’ J Eddie was very thoughtful for a Jong minute. Funny, the way they had been at each other’s throats since they’d known each other. Eddie Cavalier hadn't had much time for women. He'd always had to work too hard. So he krew he oughtn’t make comparisons. Still, be bet himself, she probably had a lot more than the usual run of females. She

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merely: had to be slapped down once. That's all. { “Hello, Matey,” Capt. Hansen i boomed as she entered. “What's i stirring?” |" * “Nothing. That's the trouble,” she / said morosely. i “Hold on,” he said quickly. “Here comes Joe Barnes and he’s coming || awful fast.” The seaman came up the compenionway two steps at a time. “This Kelso, sir. He says Wong Iee has a him. He sent d

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word he’s awful sick.” “What's that?” Hansen bellowed. | “Poisoned? Ridiculous!” | | “Whatever it is, it’s a story,” Val howled and was out the door in a flash, Capt. Hansen following her. Together they dashed into Wong Y1ee’s galley. “Wong—what’s this about you poisoning Mister Kelso?” Hansen asked. “Jorg smiled hroadly and fingered his meat cleaver. “Me no poison Mipgs Klelso” he sald biandly. "But "THIS CURIOUS WORLD By William Ferguson “Then why does he insist you = xa | |i poisoned him? Y/here is he, any-|§ WILLIAM H. : I A. AL Np way?” ; N F y : i ; Wong smiled. “No ploison” he|| NANI Ts ee . : we dl repeated. “Too much rock today.” ILE GOVERNOR ; Rm rf fh Ni OF : 10 3 A ILI {rt a Re, Wel mt

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He made rolling motions with his hand and suddenly it dawned on them. 2 “Seasick, by gad!” Hansen roared. "iA “Seasick, an’ he thinks he’s been| | INTRODUCED 1 fa poisoned. There's your story for Ns today, honey.” “You're telling me,” Val chuckled. “And I wish I had a camera and could get Mr. Kelso in technicolor. T'll het he looks well in green and white. Let’s go down and see.” : | 8 2 8

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hollowly. “I'm gonna die. it. Get me a doctor.” val sat down beside him. “I hate laugh in a dying man’s face, ffy, so I'll just snicker. There (isn’t a doctor within 100 miles of us but don’t worry. You'll pull through . . . and you haven't been poisoned.” “You| can't tell .me that,” he moan “That Chinee don’t like me nohow.” “Kelso,” Hansen chuckled, “You're Just plain seasick and don’t * know it.” : Val nodded. “That's right, Duffy. Plain old mal de mer.” “Can you die from it?” he whispered. Val-shook her head in the negative. ; “Someone’s a liar,” he croaked. %'Cause I'm dyin’.”. 7 Val hurried down to her cabin and got out her portable. She battered away at the keys for a half hour, then scampered up to

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the radio room with her story. | “Get this off, will you Sparks? We can just about make the afternoon editions with this.” | She hadn't been jgone five minge when Eddie Cayalier strolled ; ;

“Hi, Sparks.” | fl “Howdy, champ,” the radio oper“Have a good t'cha got there [18

it’s a whopper, too. Here, you can read over my shoulder.” Eddie peered down and a wide grin broke over his face as he read: “Duffy ‘Kelso lies dying in his

/|bunk' even as I am writing this.

At least so he thinks. The pop-off manager of ‘Pretty-Pants’ Cavalier, pretender to the middleweight throne, lies a victim of mal de mer in the advanced stages. And for

5s(the first time in his life, Duffy 1 and|

Kelso is a thoroughly

Eddie Cavalier's grin blended into a burst of laughter as he read

on, “Wait’ll the boys get a load of this,” he chuckled. They’ll never let Duffy live it down.

“Say, that dame can write, can’t|

she?” he said to Sparks. | “You said it, Pretty Pants,” said Sparks, and Eddie grinned even wider. vi [ ? Aohit ” (To Be® Continued)

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