Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 18 November 1940 — Page 17

. By Williams

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MOND AY, NOV. 18,1940 ———————— Sa ~~ THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES ee — SERIAL STORY— FUNNY SIDE UP By Abner Dean | OUR BOARDING HOUSE With Major Hoople OUT OUR WAY : TR TTR Bo (77 AH, GOOD FRIEND, ONCE MORE THE TIME Ne LET ME SEE ww | lm 1 D " id HAS COME TO PUT YOU IN WHAT 1S VULGARLY 2 T'LL ASK FOR 840]| | u ay ®) ege KNOWN AS HOCK /vuus HAR =RUMPH/% wav THREATEN TO | tan PAS SP Bgonine SO BEAUTIFULLY = WALK out | Td DESCRIBED MY PLIGHT, "THOU KNOWEST Ba I ; WHEN He J .. By OREN ARNOLD 1 WI THAT MY FORTUNES ARE AT GEA: 2 VEGA AR oFFErs 20.1 : o = Ib Sak — NEITHER HAVE T MONEY, NOR \ DEMAND 30, |’ RI in 2%) if NI § COMMODITY TO RAISE A PRESENT AND ACCEPT, BE dawn. To Lis a SUM: THEREFORE GO FORTH$ TRY 7 25/ : . yo I onishment he WHAT MY CREDIT IN VENICE A had slept souridly, and to his further SA : i 3 cA " 7% astonishment he felt good. He sat | |SAEANE. : 0 : y Wd = N Dof on the edge of the. bed; shivered, Ry 5 ) even though it was only Sept. 4, then reached for his robe and Walked out onto the broad veranda. He leaned his hand against a log Post and inhaled deeply. Next he patted what should have been his manly chest and said a long “ah-h-B-h!” Then—and this would have been news in New York—Mr. Thomas U. Bailey actually smiled. or Is good morning, Senor Bailey, A friendly Mexican said that, a Cook in the ranch house here who Bad come out to probe the new SS. .

. “Wonderful, Fabian! Just look there!” Mr. Bailey pointed and sald “ah-h-h-h-h” again, of ie” wa a Sg-mile expanse \ at western enti nown as | — ; room-enough. Specifically, it be- i> PAR Fos : aE FRM gan here in New Mexico, but the io + 2 THE COURSE= WHY MOTHERS CGET GRAY panpeegna of k swept from a hazy i$ ’ oy | — astern point that was Texas, across 3 Z ; v . Pe J) the” Line into Chihuahua, and on ; PAE WERE ALE : N around into the bold blue-red west DAWGONE. DECENT SHOT Sound into ge b TMI £7~ “HYARS MAH sRoUGH, . = :

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mR AVORS., IT ‘WAS all a magnificent palette Rs of colors mostly in sunrise pastels now, broken only by the distant sleeping mountains and the more alert Spanish daggers growing hearer .at hand. “You have stomach for the many wheat cake and sausage again this morning, eh? You have good digest now.” ‘Fabian, my good man, I could eat a fried horse this morning! Indigestion? Pouff! Pot-bellied Mr. Thomas U. Bailey snapped his fingers in disdain. “Why does a man stay in a city and ruin his health? Why didn’t I buy a ranch 10 years ago, Fabian? Or 20 years ago? What if I did make a fortune manufacturing airplanes? No New York penthouse has this view or this altitude or this exhilarating crispness in the air, “Fabian, I'm uprooting myself from the East. I'm going to bring Miss Ronnie out here at once—do her good—do her good—all that artificial hoity-toity bustle and— “See here, Fabian, I want coffee this morning, too. I haven't had coffee in years. And have a horse saddled for me at once. I'm going to try that riding business again this morning.” “Si!” Fabian grinned and departed. | “Si, senor. Es muy bueno!” It was indeed very good to see the renowned capitalist Thomas U. Bailey acting like a human being again, he who had come West as a touchy invalid.

” » » IT WAS 2 A. M. before the telegraph company could locate Miss Renica Bailey. The telegram, phoned first to Cloudtop ranger station thence via the Lazy Y 4 and Cross S ranches into Pueblo, New Mexico, got into : New York City about noon. But .

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up at 11 and off to fly her new plane down to Camden to see a friend. Camden reported her on the way back home and ‘suggested they try [Andre Girardeau’s apartment, because Monsieur Girardeau had flown with. her. ’ . Andre’s man said they were to dine on the river boat Sparling off West Point, but the boat skipper reported by wireless that Ronica and Andre had joined some hilarious friends who came by in a new super-speed thing not much bigger or sturdier than a canoe. By patient elimination, therefore, they finally found her at 2 a. m. in The Silver Slipper, dancing. “It's from daddy,” Ronica said, glaficing at the telegram. “I suppose I ought to read it.”

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700-0odd feet above Broadway; and it was—come to discover it— really ||

pleasant just to sit down a moment, and be still. All at once, then, Ronnie Bailey slumped. : “Well, it’s come,’ she announced. Andre lifted his eyebrows, expressive always. “He’s been writing about it for days. All hopped up. Said he was much better, and had actually bought the ranch, and that I could have a bigger {ime there than in the East, Andre—imagine that!” . “Droll!” said Andre, smiling. “Now he says I go neither to Vasgar nor any other school back here, but I go this fall to—imagine this

—to Pueblo U.!” .

“Come on, gang, it’s a personal letter!”

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Andre gave his | quizzical look again. “It’'ss where Deemy Aikin went —did you know her, Andre? And Sue Travers and—oh a lot of kids. | It’s a little school in New Mexico, | -in a ranch village, | but it's so full of easterners and| Californians that they call it| Dude College. Founded by some wealthy couple in 1930. Daddy says he’s asking a professor, some| Dr. York, to wire for my transfer credits at once. 2 “you—you’ll go?” Andre pointed at her with his [cigaret. Andre “the ‘dark-eyed ana dark-mannered bachelor, called the season’s Numper One war refugee. | “Of course. I—you | know daddy. He wears the Bailey pants. And, darn it, Andre, I | just naturally Jove him!”

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. au |8 BECAUSE 11 a. m. to 2a. m. is a long shift for continuous strenuous pleasure seeking, Ronnie asked now to be taken home. The taxi ride wasn’t far; just a few blocks " over, then up Park Ave. She didn’t gay much en route. Even ‘though it was late, Andre Girardeau did not retire when he reached his apartment. ~He verified that the entry door wae locked and that his speciallymade" little metal disc even covered the keyhole. He saw that no ae. was in the living room, the oom, the nook, the three closets or the kitchen, and that the fire escape was clear and the window shades down.

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tarily surveyed the little array of bottles there. He took down one labeled “Blaine’s Compound, for

Muscular Ailments and Bruises; External Use Only.” He carried the bottle to his desk, opened it and dipped a pen in it and began to write on an ordinary penny postcard. The liquid left only a watery line that promptly dried and disappeared. With his fountain pen and real ink, then, he wrote right over the same card:

“Dear Aunt Marie: Have just sent the two books under separate cover, Hope Cissy

likes them too. All well here. No news. Love to the fellows. Affectionately yours, Charles.”

He addressed the stamped side fo a woman in Washington, D. C,, took the Blaine’s Compound back to his bathroom, then went outside again to mail his card in person. Last move, before dropping it in a slot, was to brush the card carefully with the moistened corner of his handkerchief, against the possibility—however remote—of telltale fingerprints. : (To Be Continued)

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