Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 14 December 1940 — Page 13

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SERIAL STORY—

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“By OREN ARNOLD

YESTERDAY: A mysterious visitor watches flames rise from the Bailey ranch house, sees the men in the hangars rush to fight the fire. Swiftly he’ hurries to the planes, cuts the bomb sight free from its fastenings. He makes careful measurements, then disappears. The woman who accompanied him had. done a good job building a fire.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR RONNIE BAILEY darted across the smoke-hazed living room and opened the door leading to the big hall. : n.an instant she was enveloped in a black cloud. The force of it was audible, like some gas giant

suddenly released from captivity. The six other girls near Wesley broke then in a literal stampede. One grabbed Wes himself, hugging him from the side and clawing wildly at his shoulder like a drown- - ing person. Two others were sobbing in weird little hysterical noises even as they fled and one girl jumped, insanely, onto a chair. The smokefilled hallway, licking now with increasing tongues of flame, seemed to hold Wesley spellbound. Ronnie had just stepped back to safety when Wes cried out. “Mr. Bailey—where. is he? , . . Your father?” ‘Ronnie was coughing but she pointed through the smoke and shrieked back, “Upstairs! There!” She might well have shouted to

Mr. Bailey in person, for his voice | In the crackling and|!

- answered. roaring now he seemed very far off.

“Ronica!” he was crying in des-. .. RONical.

peration. “Ronica . , Get out! Everyghing is burning! It’s all around me a ” He broke off in a sudden fit" of coughing and gasping. 8 = WESLEY HAD run to the dining room door, opened it and closed it. He ran now to a second door at the end of the big living room,.opened it a crack and slammed it shut, too

“Smoke and flame everywhere!” he shouted. “The hallway is cut off! Mr. BAILEY!” They heard no answer. Ronnie ran to the hallway door again anyway And would have plunged into the black gases there but for Wesley. He jerked her back. “It will kill you, Ronnie” he warned. “We must—I—here! Here!” He had glanced quickly around. Stretched diagonally and beautifully on the rustic wall of this living room was a Mexican serape, 2 woolen fabric six feet long and 8 yard wide, knit by hand in gorgeous stripes and patterns. In one arm motion he jerked it down. On a table a vase held two dozen roses, a gift to Ronnie from Andre Girardeau, but Wesley didn't know that. Wes threw them out, took the vase and poured water over the crumbled scrape. In another instant he had put the damp

cloth around his head and disap-|

peared in the hall blackness. He heard more shoutings. He had a vague impression of the fleeing girls, but he knew these new noises were the voices of men. He could hear his own shoes pounding up the wooden stairs, and when he felt. he should be at the top he yelled again; “MR. . BAILEY!” Air under his improvised hood had become exhausted, especially when he opened a crack to look out. He could see nothing, and he dared not inhale. But he shouted once more, “MR. BAILEY!”

HE STILL GOT no answer. The floating death was tangible now. He could literally feel the soot as well as the hot gases, and up here the flames roared as if blown to a fury by some huge forge. This, his orderly mind knew, was due to a normal suction up the insides of hollow interior walls: and up the well’ of the stairway . itself. He knew that the stairs had been burning underneath because flames had touched his feet and ankles. A man can hold his breath a minute or more in emergency. Wesley York had powerful lungs from long practice in swimming. Opening his eyes brought only pain, no visual help. ; Hence up here on the secondstory landing, Wesley did a characteristic thing, he paused to think —literally to force calm reasoning. Mr. Bailey had been awakened in his room, no doubt. He had thought of Ronnie and run out. They had heard him call, and stop short. “Where, then, would he have been overcome? To Wes it seemed logical that Mr. Bailey should be here on the landing itself, perhaps within a few feet even now, That deduction took but a flashing second or so. Wes dropped to and knees, feeling. « He swung one leg in an arc, reached everywhere with his hands. “Unh” he suddenly grunted, exhaling a bit. He.had found his man! > He picked Mr. Bailey up and held him, a limp form, while he reasoned again. The stair would be too dangerous but surely there would be windows to his left. Flames had attacked mostly from the right or east side of the building. Wes turned left. : : He progressed by sliding a foot out far. in front, bringing up .the other and sliding again, thus avaiding obstacles. Mr. Bailey was fat, he recalled. Must weigh a good 160

unds. Sh This left-right hallway, a sort of T-top for the stairs, proved indeed to have the end window that Wesley hoped for and reasoned it should have. Wesley’s foot touched the wall and then one free hand touched the curtains and window pahe. The window was closed. He reached up, kicked out once, twice, thrice, striking furiously, then bent there and re-filled his lungs. The air he got

itself. Next instant he yelled. “HELP!” 2» = ; “MEN BELOW HEARD him, then saw him in the light of the blaze which now was overhead. . “Hang down from the window!” somebody shouted. “We'll catch you and break your fall! Don’t jump!” He obeyed—by grasping Thomas U. Bailey's hand and draping him down this wall, which as yet was free of the fire. Five men were there waiting. They could almost touch Mr. Bailey's feet. : “LET GO!” they yelled. They caught the limp form ang n another moment the remaining three had braced again to break Wesley's own fall. - He recognized these men as army officers and

mechanics from the hangars. He

HOLD EVERYTHING

COPR. 1940 BY NEA SERVICE, INC. T. M. £86. U. S. PAY. OFF.

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FUNNY BUSINESS

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THIS CURIOUS WORLD

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ANSWER: Red, black, white, yellow.

IN FOOTBALL, BAD & GAMES/ ON THE HIGHWAY, IT LOSES LIVES.

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Among those people who are “having their troubles now in greater quantity than usual are the men who carry the mail It’s the Christmas rush. :

One mailman, John Cassidy, 1820 N. Delaware St. has written a poem about this. condition,” one verse of which goes like this:

“Here's a pipe for-Andy Miller from a niece in Idaho; : She doesn’t say where Andy lives, I guess she thinks we. know. We'll put it in the corner and let Andy smoke a snipe; We have fifty Andy Millers and they'd all aceept a pipe.” °

The idea is that you should: put full street. addresses on all gift packages .you’ll- send .out this Christmas, . _ . Concerning mail, the Postoffice will give directory service to some but not all. To put his customers right on this matter, Postmaster Adolph Seidensticker has issued the following memorandum: Directory service is given to the following described mail which cannot be delivered because of the lack of address or indefinite address, or which fails of dglivery at the address given: : 1. Registered, insured, C. O:. D,

Gef the Address Right Bo You'll Help the Mailman|

special delivery mail of all classes, special handling parcels and foreign mail, except circulars.

‘2. All first-class mail bearing out-of-town return cards which cannot be properly indorsed “Removed— Left No Address.” (This does not apply in cases where identical pieces are mailed in quantities of 10 or more by the same person or firm) : : .:3. Transient second-class and third and four-class matter of -ob=|: vious intrinsic value. (The sender's guarantee to furnish return postage does not entitle to directory service matier of this class which is not} otherwise of “obvious value.”)

MEATLESS DAYS IN “LONDON CONSIDERED

LONDON, Dec. 14 (U. P)— Meatless days may be enforced on restaurants as an alternative to the

proposal that ration coupons be surrendered for food eaten away from home, it was reported today.’ Caterers. have protested that “comnmunal « feeding plans would collapse if users were asked to surrender ‘coupons.’ : Fy

saw Ronica and Colonel McDavid with her father. ‘ He saw still other men carryin furniture out of the living room, at great risk, and ran forward seeking a way to help them. "His car, parked near the porch, had been rolled to safety ‘along with that of the girls. He saw car lights coming up the trail, from the highway and knew the blaze had attracted passersby. : Th He ran back to Ronnie and saw that Mr. Bailey was reviving. She told Wes that no one else was in the house, and she was crying while trying to thank him so that Wes-

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to his chin, and his strong forearm pressed across her back while she sobbed against his chest.. He gazed at the blaze now with a feeling of -utter helplessness. , There | was nothing more any man could do. The house was being consumed. Ele felt a deep, sympathetic sob

rise in his own ‘breast, for there|

is, something infinitely final and tAagic about a burning home, no

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