Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 22 June 1940 — Page 13

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CAST OF CHARACTERS Yolo Bnd ambition to crash the movies. GUSTY GAIR—Garage mechanic who can give out on a trumpet. JERRY FINNEY—Movieland’s youngest glamour nian. : YESTERDAY—When Francie refuses to ride with him, Gusty picks up a hitchhiker. John Weston warns Gusty that the man looks like a crook, but Gusty disregards the warning. That night Francie awakes, sees a man in the doorway of the cabin.

CHAPTER SIX

FRANCIE tried to scream. Noll: sound came from her throat. She||s lay with her eyes fixed on the prowler, unable to move. She heard the metallic rip of ! knife on screen. (Oh, if she'd only Pe : Hn , a A \

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WHEN SHE OPENED her eyes, the cabin was flooded with light. Her father held her close. The camp proprietor and a patrolman looked in the door. . “Are you all right, dear?” he

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“No, you just dented his thick skull. I'll roll him over and search him.” § / “He—he didn't get my purse,”| |. Ng : , NS = " «3 q Aunt Hat announced, her teeth % dS : chattering. “But he did get Gusty’s,” John Weston said grimly. “Francie, isn’t this the wallet you bought him for Christmas? And here's the little gold trumpet he always wore on his shirt.” “Oh ...” Francie seized the wal- : "+h pilin 2 ; a 7 7 let and pin. “They-are his, Pops.” €OPR. 1940 BY NEA Sexvich, INC. T. REG. U. 3. PAT. ©! 6-22 5 : s ¥ : wie, WE z : : Irion Nestns hg SS “I just wanted to give him an idea of what we went through for him!” 7 ; a to that boy.” He turned to the offi- | TSK, TSK == WHY THE MINUTE THAT OLD ALARM REMEMBER, cer. “Keep an eye on this fellow.” FLAPPER FANNY | By Sylvia IS MR. SPUTTER CLOCK GOES OFF, HE GETS 3 ITS FOR SEVEN BELLS Francie was pulling on slacks over ALWAYS SO Z| MEAN --- HE JUST HATES THE USE SHARP, ree GROUCHY IN THE {( SOUND OF IT! ? A WELL, CAUSE, TOMORROW Ne SLUGGO! MORNIN’ 7

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her pajamas. “I'm going along, or == Pops. I heard Gusty playing his { MORNING 7 jo OW) trumpet just before I went to sleep. "7 = I know the direction it came from.” +S Ji They followed the highway, Mr. Weston searching in all directions with the long beam of his flashlight. “There's the car!” Mr. Weston exclaimed. Gusty's old roadster was parked in a culvert. The dying embers of a campfire cast pale light on a still figure.

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Francie threw herself at his side, sobbing, “Oh, Gusty, Gusty, it's all my fault. I'm so sorry. Please don’t die.” Mr. Weston pulled her gently away. He bent, making a quick examination. “Easy, dear, Gusty's not dead. He's just had a nasty blow. Take the flashlight and run back to camp. I'll need someone to help me carry him. Have the proprietor get a cabin ready and telephone for a doctor.” 2 It was all done so quickly that Francie had no time to think. A brisk young doctor arrived, ex- . 7 1 prined Susy and said with a grin, “errene LY 2 ud “Tough-skulled youngster. Except SER ; . wr 323 for a severe headache, he'll be okay ; me 6722 FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS in the morning.” ; “Whaddya mean, I wasted last summer? I had the chickenpox, diden

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ALONE, FRANCIE switched out all the lights except a small lamp b ythe bed. Then she drew up 3 chair and took Gusty's hand. She bent over and brushed her Ili across his cheek in a kiss of fo €e0 ; giveness. OUTSIDE OF RUSSIA, As she did, she felt the weight THAT IS AAORE THAN 7% “ : : R of Ounys See. inher pocket. She |25 MILES ROM Lr . ? > Pal SETS 2°. re ois wondere it wou e wrong just o El ME ¥ \ to see how much money bie iy THE oo | OA A oy es A The wallet contained $35 in crum- ; RR a ~~ oj ght pled bills. Another thought struck her, . She COPR. 1940 BY NEA SERVICE, ING. T. M. REG. U. 8, PAT. OFF. opened a side flap in the wallet.

It was there! The precious ticket J 5 . to the Pegasus-1. ‘B. C. broadcast, 3 @ ot IX PJ along with a hastily scribbled note es 7° NICKNAME of consent from Gusty’s father. ST + COMES FROM THE Francie thrust the wallet aside, . EXPRESSION feeling guilty. \ 0 At that moment Gusty’s eyelids AN EENAME, flutterec open. He gazed about the $ MEANING AN _ room, puzzled. Then he said “Gosh, / ADDED NAME. what happened?” 3 : [ 1 “You're all right, Gusty,” she sald : IN j ! 27 : K. - Y= k: ] softly. “I'm taking care of you.” -— Poth. : : > a) » Ee «. oe AS ~r | ERE “A fine guy that Blubber turned f : 8 : gr Buren a out to be,” Gusty scowled. “Boy, : y ; : : does by head hurt!” Sop YOU--THE GREAT ~ N YOU THOUGHT : l. STRUGGLED FOR YEARS~ENDURED NRE [ Tie HAPPINESS My WORK x wl ERcieipaited his hand tenderly, : SALVINI-AND THAT-1S \ THAT-IF ONE WAS HARDSHIP, POVERTY-+FOR My ART. THE ' JR | GIVES ME 1S WORTH Im. YOU Lie quiet, Gusty, and don't worry. wl, | THE BEST CAR-YOU CAN | FAMOUS ~AS PER- JOY OF CREATING BEAUTIFUL THINGS SM | WILL FIND THAT HAPPINESS Gusty was in no ‘mood to be ICH HAS A GREATER AFFCD 222-BUT~ | HAPS | AM ONE | - NO, MY BOY, 4] THAT WiLL BE YOUR REWARD FOR. YOUR NY TOO, MICHAEL. let la 8 Sake, Fran TOTAL AREA: ONE MILE THOUGHT-= WOULD NATURALLY MONEY-- FINE CARS-- YEARS OF STUDY AND WORK. ONLY ee stop acting like I had one foot in MILES, OR ONE SQUARE J1 dF RICH, T00 ; Those. A ¢ gd TaT AD SG Sue Nid the grave!” MILE PLUS A TWO- I f= a, : =1 ; Ch of. y sFrancie jerked her hand away MILE SQUARE § role er y ; ART. ~~~ from his. “I'd think you'd be a PR a > 3 . 7 & little more grateful to people for| ANSWER~—The latter is greater in area by two square miles. helping you.” - Colcly Francie related the whole] Francie started to hold him back, | Trance-like, Francie found herself] sarge. sotked’ NE 5nd gob my but it wasn’t necessary. A wave of draws ok, Bande: Fron : i : akin ands, ncie money back? Say, that's good. Giiness took all the fight out off, Rol, SCUANE MENTE, But whadja wanta put me to bed Gusty. He closed his eyes, slept. Slowly she withdrew the ticket and for? I'd have been all right. These| Francie stood looking at him, now | placed it in her jacket beside cabins cost dough.” without tenderness. It was hopeless Gusty’s trumpet pin. : He struggled. to get out of bed.| trying to be nice to Gusty. He (To Be Continued) aving, I can't afford te pay|simply wouldn't let a girl like him. : bed.” Gusty’s wallet lay on the dresser,| (Al! evsats, names and c Iain sis