Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 12 November 1940 — Page 17

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“By W. H. PEARS

YESTERDAY: Peskin fires Bill, allows ‘to finish the week. Helen overhears Bill - questioning Dot |about Buck's cshanees with the School Board, demands & showdawn. When they confront J. Contad Skelton, he angrily assures them Dot has ne influence with the Board, tells; them Buck hasn't even heen considered for the job.

CHAPTER EIGHT

HELEN AND Bill moved down the winding : Skelton driveway, their footsteps whispering in the dead leaves. Overhead a big yellow moon shone ir the jet November sky. 2 Bill said disconsolately, “Well, I guess that makes me the year’s prize sap—falling for a line like Dot's.” He paused, fumbling for Helen’s hand. “What made you come after me tonight?” | ; “Drowsy’s conscience.! He told me why you were dating Dot.” “Gosh, were swell,” Bill murmured. “I ought to be booted -from here to Clayton for trying a stunt like that.” “Don’t blame yourself, Bill. You were doing it for Buck.” “It was lousy trick,” |Bill said. “It’s late,” Helen said as Bill's footsteps slowed. “We ought to be getting home.” “Not yet,” Bill pleaded. “I—I've got to talk over some things...” “I dan’t really want to go home, Rill,” she admitted. “I never do when I'm with you.” “I feel the same way. It’s like 1 told you once, Helen, A fellow can believe impossible stuff when you talk to him. Gee, 1 haven't seen you in a long time and...” They stopped in the yellow moonlight and Bill kissed her. They walked on in silent communion. “Impossible stuff. . | .” Helen murmured. “Bill, are ygu sure we've tried every way to get Buck a hearing before the board?” | “You heard what Mr. Skelton said.” “I know, Bill, but he doesn’t have the whole say.” ". “He's president, isn't he? He and Peskin run the board.” Helen wrinkled her / fvho runs Mr. Skelfo Peskin, Bill?” (a Bill shook his head® I don't get you.” Al] “Shame!” Helen laughed, “You've been sleeping in political science class. It’s the people, Bill—like your father and my brother. The board only works for them. If the people say, ‘We want Buck Mentor,’ then the board has to give in. That's democracy.” “Hmm.” Bill was doubtful. “How are you gothg to get the people to yell for Buck?” “A free press,” Helen sald profoundly, then giggled. “The Clarion’s pretty wonderful when you come right down to it. It fought against a bum coach, and it can help hire a good one.” | “pat Hurly!” Bill exclaimed. “I'll cut classes in the morning and go up to the Clarion.” » ” 2

HELEN WAS excited, “We'll get Drowsy to talk to the squad and get them to work on their parents!” “Oh, boy,” Bill grinned, “The people speak ., . we hope!” “Bill, I almost forgot to tell you. Buck’s been taking | pictures of West's games. Well,|I mean he ghowed us how. Drowsy took some and I shot a few. They show everything Landis has been doing wrong,” “T wonder why Buck did that?” “He said he wanted to try out the camera, but I think he hoped—" “That's it!" Bill shouted. “He thought: hie might get a chance to show them to the board.” “Gee, ‘1 never thought of that, Bill. © Youre right. Buck can tell you in a minute where every one of Landis’ plays went wrong.” “Helen,” Bill said solemnly, “we’ve got to show these picturés to the board. It's the only way we can prove to them that Buck knows his stuff.” | They had retraced ‘their steps as they talked and were passing the drug store; Peskin had gone and the place was in darkness. A coupe

. stood at the curb, motor idling.

“Look, Bill,” Helen whispered. #Isn't that someone trying the door of the drug store?” ‘The man turned, saw them, *Giuess the place's closed up,” he muttered, then jumped into the car and was gone, “Funny,” Bill said, “Anyone could see that the store was closed, What do you suppose he was looking for?” “Did you notice that he was stufiing something in his pocket? It Jooked like a burlap sack.” “The sack bandit?” Bill shook his head. “He always pulls his hold-ups when there’se someone around to hand over the cash.” “Maybe that's why he was star-. Ing in—to see if Mr, Peskin was still there.” “Maybe,” Bill said. “But what's the difference? We've got more important things on our mind.” They talked eagerly of their plans uniil they were nearly home, then Bill said, “Helen, how much chance do you think we have of putting this over?” “Why, Bill?” “Well, I've got to decide something pretty important. Today old Peskin fired me for socking Bullethead.” “The worst of it is, Buck wants tc take a job in the East.” He showed her the letter and explained {ts contents. “If I mail this, we might as well give up our idea.” Helen stopped in front of a rmalilbox. “We'd better decide before we go any further, Bill. Didn't you tell

me once that an operation might

cure Buck?” Bill nodded. “If he keeps quiet, stays in his chair until it’s time.” “But if he drives a car and calls on prospects . ... ” : Bill Mentor stared down at the sidewalk, swallowed hard. “Yep. That’s how it is, Helen.” “Don’t do it, Bill!” Helen's voice was sharp. “If you drop that letter in the box, youll never forgive yourself.” “But, Helen, suppose I don’t get

another job? Suppose this plan of |

ours fizzles? Neither Buck nor I will have a job.”

” ” ” HELEN CAUGHT Bill's jacket, shook him hard. “You'll get by, Bill. Anything's better than having Buck lose his legs forever.” Helen released him then and was

" gilent. From the center of town the

courthouse clock chimed once. Eleven-thirty. Billsheld the letter near the mail slot, his hand trembling. He' had never deliberately gone against Buck's wishes. Suppose he didn’t mail the letter and they had

* to accept help? Charity! Bill shud-

dered. Buck would hate that. . . . “Helen,” he said tensely, “I've just got to mail it. I can’t go against

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Buck, He'll ask me and I can't lie to him.” Helen pointed toward the Mentor cottage. “Look, Bill. Doesn't that help you decide?” : The door had opened ,and Buck Mentor stood in the wedge of light, supported by canes. His big body, clean-limbed and powerful, seemed poised for escape. Then, suddenly,

his shoulders drooped and he turned

to go inside. By the door they caught a glimpse of his invalid chair. Bill's fingers tightened around he letter, crushing it into a tight all, | “I=1 .can’t mail it, Helen,” he sald in a choked voice. (To Be Continued)

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