Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 7 May 1940 — Page 19

TUESDAY, MAY 7, 1940

SERIAL STORY—

Bet on Love By CHARLES B. PARMER

CAST OF CHARACTERS

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CHAPTER ELEVEN “MY TURN NEXT, isn’t it?” Shep Grant asked with a slow grin, coming up to Sherry Bond. The girl didn’t seem to hear—she was look=ing at Pepper Boy, tethered in the trailer, “Sherry!” She looked around. “Oh, Shep, I'm sorry, but you see, were leaving immediately for the Downs.” “I'm going, t00,” he said. “So early? The Derby won't be run for 14 days — and there's no Steeplechasing there.” He smiled, but it was a forced Smile, Something in his manner caused her to look at him searchingly. “What's up, Shep?” she asked. He hesitated an instant. Then she gave a quick look at Shep’s getup. His immaculate figure was out of place. “Shep,” she said, “I've never saw you so dressed up. What's happened to you?” she insisted. “Well, er—” he hesitated. driving down with May

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Bonnie Lad Stable.” “She couldn't get my colt, so now she’s trying to get my friend,” Sherry said. Shep looked at her quizzically. “What are you saying, Sherry?”

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my Pepper Boy yesterday.” “Sherry!” Grant’s voice harsh. I only knew that Paul Wharton tried—" She raised a hand.

Pepper Boy.”

“Gosh, Sherry, I'll swear I didn’t

know it!” “Gosh is right. The woman has everything, Shep; horses and money and diamonds — everything youth. Now she’s gone after you because youre young and attractive.” The girl finished quickly. “Suppose she donated the money for those fancy togs?” Amazement, then anger, swept Grant’s face. “That's going too far, Sherry,” he said sternly. “I've never fallen so low as to take money from a woman.” “No—not yet,” Sherry answered, *but you'll wind up doing it if you stick around that woman. “You take no pay for riding, but you do take expense money, don’t you, Shep? And that can be a large sum—more than a professional jockey would draw for the same services. The expense money, of course,” she said gravely, looking straight up into his eyes, “will cover such slight services as being an official escort—dancing with her, saying pretty things she'll expect to hear——" tJ ” n

“LOOK HERE, Sherry.” Shep Grant threw his riding crop to the ground in disgust. “You've got it all wrong.” She made her voice low and intimate. “She let you win, didn’t she, Shep? And it was her money you wanted to lend me?” A browned hand shot skyward. “I gwear, Sherry—I won that money from a bunch of men. Will you believe me?” His young face was exasperated, yet full of concern. “Maybe it was foolish, when Belter asked me to ride for her this season—" “And offered you one of her imported cars to drive to Churchill Downs in?” He nodded. “Then I went out and got this fool outfit—" “I understand,” she repeated, less harshly. “Youre my age, Shep— pretty young. That's why I hate to see you roped in. Like me, you've Jost the silver spoon, and like me, you have had to shift for yourseif. You happen to know horses— a lot better than you do humans!” Sherry moved away from him, as if to end the conversation. “Just forget what I've said. My crowd's ready, Shep. We aren’t swank at all, but were real racing folks. ’Bye, Shep.” “Wait a minute!” he grabbed her hand. “Listen, I'm going to the Downs—but not with May Belter’s stable. I'm getting out of this mess—" If Sherry had had surplus cash, ghe’'d have taken a ferry which ships horse vans from Long Island direct to New Jersey. But every dollar in her bag was precious— so they drove to the nearest bridge, rolled down its long incline into Manhattan. “We go to the Holland Tunnel, Sam—that takes us under the Hudson River and into New Jersey.” “Yesm.” Sam stopped the car as a light turned red. “But we got to get across this here big town first, Miss Sheny. Seems like a powerful lot o' folks travelin® today,” he complained. “Got to get this here baby colt safe through these here streets.” Sam obviously was worried. Suddenly, fear gripped Sherry. What if something should happen to them? The least quick and unexpected jolt could ruin Pepper Boy’s chances for the Derby. In that moment a motorcycle cop rode alongside—a young, Irishfaced cop, red hair showing under his cap. He stopped his machine, spraddled it. Then glanced up.

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HE RAISED his goggles. Smiled. And his hand went up to his cap in salute. “Any help, miss?” . he called. “Oh, yes!” with relief. The words came fast. “We're on our way to Churchill Downs—for the Kentucky Derby—I thought we might have a motorcycle escort through trafiic—the Holland Tunpel, you know—" He grinned. “Follow me. I'll give u a break.” He snapped the goggles down over his eyes, touched a lever and his motorcycle burst into full-throated roar. He settled back in the seat, called to Sam, “Follow me!” and with a gesture ahead led them down 57th St. his siren shrieking. Third — Lexington — Park—

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