Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 13 April 1940 — Page 13
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POP GRIMES breathed a sigh of relief next, morning when Eddie! slid/ his feet out of béd, grinned ang inhaled deeply. ‘Looks like the storm’s over,” he ha rved, nodding toward the. port0 ie.
eah! I'm sure glad,” said Pop.| |, d I'm also plenty glad you [’S ’t take cold or anything. Can't She e you going into that ring next week on crutches.” “ Where's Duffy?” Eddie asked, looking around. They were alone in [the crew’s quarters. “It’s almost noon. They wanted to sleep it out and you sure; “just that. You've been pound’l your ear for a good 14 hours.” ha Pop...uh!."
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us their laws and customs—and now double feature movies.”
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lay propped up against a couple of _ pillows when he entered.
She motioned to a chair. “Please down,” she said in a low voice. “I'll stand.” “No, ” she said firmly. “Sit down. I can talk to you better that way.” [“About what?” |He sat down, facing her. “About what a dunce I was for slapping you last night.” | “Oh .. |. that?” | “It’s awfully inadequate to tell you I'm sorry . . . and it's just as inadequate to thank. you for saving my life.” : She extended her hand. won't you let me try?” He took her ‘hand-in his. It was the first time he had ever touched her in more than a casual, accidental fashion. He wondered why | he got the sudden electric shock that surged through him. : ,. “Sure” he said y. MI think feel. You don't have to eat crdw.” " head.
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“You haven't answered my question.” He shrugged. “I don’t know. Ask me again sometime when I've had | a chance to think about it.” “I will,” sie promised. 2 s “BY THE WAY," what did we run into?” he asked. “Some tanker out of Seattle. Outside of a couple plates stove in' nothing serious happened. will be able to make port in good shape tonight. Which reminds me,” she| said thoughtfully. “There's nothing | to prevent you from jumping ship once we get to Prince Rupert. Un- | less we keep you a virtual prisoner below decks,” she added. -“What do you mean?” - “Just what I said. Once you and} Duffy and Pop get ashore we won't be able to keep an eye on you every second. What's to prevent you from| | walking out on us? You could grab a train, or even ;a plane back tol} Frisco.” “You mean you're giving us our release if we want it?” She nodded again. “Why not? You've earned it, haven't you? Besides, we probably can pick up all the men we want in Prince Ruperé.We'll be in port for a couple of days, you know. Won't be any trouble at a ” “Just like Lincoln freeing the slaves,” "he murmured. “That’ll be a big sacrifice on your part, you know. What about the stories you're sending back to your office? You wouldn't want to give up a ‘good thing like that, would you?” “Must you rub it in? Why don’t you decide on my offer as it stands?” “Might not Capt. Hansen have! something to say ‘about this?” “Steve Hanseh ° will do anything I say.” “That was the trouble in the first place,” he reminded her, getting to his feet. “Now if you.don’t mind, I'll go get myself some breakfast.” She was surprised. “Why, I told them to be sure you ate first, before coming here.” ; “I didn’t,” - he said. later” ; It wasn't until well along in the afternoon ‘that Steve Hansen would permit Val to get up. When she finally came on deck she found Eddie beating 2 feitoe on the bag. : here was still ‘a heavy ground ; re that made any sparring -im- NN e, ible. ' PDufty ¥ Kelsa bit down on his cigar BEE -
‘and jerked is head toward her. CONE “Here comes the eig plague,” he said to Pop. “Sam Golden should WARDENIAS not know how close he come to RE AIR-EXPRESSED promotin’ a funeral at sea instead] FROM SAN FRANCISCO of a fight.” - She looked at her watch. “Sani Golden will be reading ‘the entire story in about an hour, I'd say. 1 just ‘filed a yarn that'll leave him limp with exhaustion when it hits the Stress. p » = = SHE WASN'T far from the truth.
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—By Crane
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HEY, THERE! WHAT'S THIS I HEAR ABOUT THERE BEING ACTUAL PHOTOGRAPHS OF OLD LADY PIPPINGTON'S DIAMOND NECKLACE BENG STOLEN?
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“But I'll be so lonesome; Chuck—do you “hafta go very far away to : forget me?”
THIS CURIOUS WORLD
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Sam Golden, a fat little fellow with a pair of sad brown eyes, paced back and forth and mopped a per.spiring bald spot. - _ Sam had brought out two bottles "of his best liquor, but the. halfdozen sports writers who were cluttering up his office at the moment didn’t let up on him for a minute. Sam stopped his pacing. “I ask you—could I help it, boys? Is it my fault that crazy Duffy Kelso de-~ cides he wants to become a sailor
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lives. Every day for a week and
another week to come. this—"-He tapped the paper containing Val Douglas’ story of her own rescue. “we’ve been jobbed like never be-
And then
“Sam,” he mourned,
all of a sudden? Is it my fault this|fore in our lives.” “Don’t I know it,” said Sam. And
dame falls overboard? Here, Kenny, have. another drink.” Ken Bradley, boxing writer for JEBpress, growled in his grog te. held his glass out to be reshed. bo
then dreatnily: got 300 seats left in the joint. they, ain’t co A couple of news hounds sitting jon his desk snorted te rang and
“But already I ain't ‘And g to see Massini.”
“For you, Sam,” he said. Sam took it. other. end had spoken only a halfdozen words when Sam Golden went white as a sheet. “Boys,” he gasped, ‘hanging up, “it’s awful. the gym he just tripped over a dumbbell and sprained his ankle.” ;
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(To, Be Continued)
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