Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 22 November 1940 — Page 31

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Dude College

By OREN ARNOLD

YESTERDAY: Ronnie hurries home, lands and reports her experience to her father. He advises her to call the sherIf. Ultimately, she talks to Inspector Sheridan Starr of the Border Patrol. He identifies the five men as aliens, sets out to trap them. Ronnie goes along. Even when they leave the car and Starr rides Sway, Ronnie follows. She hears Starr

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CHAPTER FIVE “WHER-E-EUW!” Andre Girardeau breathed that, | then turned slowly down the arched corridor leading from the Pueblo U. administration building to the | library. He went only a few feet before he halted, though. He felt that, for persohal as well as profes- | slonal reasons, he simply must have another and better look at | the Mexican girl. | ht : Re oz ‘ : r e bespectacled man was at her | ga LA > Ty 3 Ch 4 left, helping her to walk. With | Pa a fy, SRS a8 E Mao her right.arm she handled her one > > : crutch clumsily. Andre decided her act was none | too convincing. But he also de- | cided that any sort of act was un- | important. ‘M-M-M-m-m-m!” Andre gave | murmured tribute again, already | sensing the pleasure when he . should meet this girl. | “Better let him go . . . nobody’d believe yon anyhow!” He saw her perfection of teeth, | -— Tips almost too carmine. He noted | e way her hair clung to her head in ingless, swept low and asd HOLD EVERYTHING war . | He saw, too, that her initial] touch of haughtiness had faded when the bespectacled man came > Yo escort her from her car; patent- | ly, then, this lady responded to masculine attention. Without being | seen at least more than casually, | he slipped on down the archways and out of her sight.

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.gation canal there made a rippling rivulet, beautiful in refleeting the trees as well as giving them life. At a lovely rustic bridge he paused a moment to study his image in the quieter pool. He smiled at himself. He Andre Girardeau, should be able to enjoy this assignment, with a beautiful senorita and with Ronica Bailey both as protagonists in his little drama. He wasn't bad looking; not at all. He adjusted his tie, whistled a little softly, meditatively, and walked on. He reasoned next that he would have to set himself up in some dude ranch nearby to give

and around Pueblo. The idea was distasteful, but he supposed he would have to ride a horse some in the western way, and no doubt listen to tall tales of Indian massacres and such. However, when he should form his contact with the

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a quarter mililon or better and then skip\ out,” he reminded himself. “With that much I can probably take my—ehoice—ha! Maybe —maybe Mexico City itself wouldn't be so bad. As safe there as anywhere.” N ; He knew no particular fear. A conceited man seldom does, because conceit is but exaggerated confidence. Anyway, it was re pleasant to meditate on which of two lovely girls he should choose for permanent companionship. It simply did not occur to him that the Mexican senorita might not e for him. He purchased a sporty new car during the next hour, and with proper directions drove out a few miles to the expensive Rancho del Sol. There, as a busifiessman from New York, he could be a typical dude guest, loafing the autumn weeks away. It would give him adequc.te front. He tried to telephone Ronica and learned that she was not on her father’s ranch, He tried the college, with no better results. It occurred to ‘him then that she would be somewhere on the campus and so he drove back there.

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glinipse of the Mexican girl, and while he did see several others of obvious Latin heritage, he did not see that particular one. He wished he had heard her name distinctly, somehow, soon, it would be his move to approach her and make himself acquainted, but that would have to be handled with infinite tact, at least so far as public eyes were concerned. It must appear entirely natural, normal. He did Lee the bespectacled young professor once, striding: across the main ‘campus court with four books on his arm, but was not interested in that gentleman. NN IcuT, When he was back in his car, 77 = 7 ” Andre drove in a filling station to . £ = \ ; 7 BRT TV Be EO I eT a foes - id fe . ’ \ 3 07 ] % ! == HI TASTES {¢ encountered a youth as talkative as \ ) oe | his kind is likely to be, especially | tes—————— S out, West. Mach oa Son eee \ Ee “you hear the news?” the youth : asked, between windshild swipes. “About the Pueblo girl?” | “I beg pardon?” Andre was democratic only by effort. “yep. College girl from right here at old Pueblo, by George! Plenty of the old nerve, mister, let me tell you! They say she didn’t even take a gun out there, but when the minute come she—Why how-de-do, Miss Montoyal.”

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A SECOND CAR had driven up to the pump and Andre found himself instantly deserted. He had paid his bill anyway, and his windshield hadn’t really needed cleaning. He glanced out. Something about that name Montoya had caught his interest and—there she was again! The same girl. First time he had geen her a bespectacled professor had jumped to help her. Now, obviously, she had a filling station lad enslaved. ; “Iss so sweet of you, Jimmee,” she was saying, musically, “you come so queek to help me.” “Aw, I'm supposed to, ma'am. : Anyway, I—well, gee! Say, have you heard the news, Miss Montoya?” “News, Jimmee?” “Sure! -One of your own Pueblo girls. Gosh, maybe you know her!

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