Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 17 December 1940 — Page 20

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By OREN ARNOLD

YESTERDAY—Returning home after 2fhe fire, Wes stops at the stables, learns . Lona has gone for an early ride. She Yas carrying a bulky package. the horse “wrangler tells him. Wes borrows a _ rifle and an automobile, sets out to trail -Lona, He sees the Border Patrol’s &antogiro, and in a few minutes Lona a down the trail toward him. ii {CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX THE SUDDEN TURN of events found Wesley unprepared. He wasn’t at-all sure what to make of the autogiro’s presence. He guessed, though, that it had settled down first near Lona Montoya herself— it could land on and take off from a flat space not much bigger than a. back yard—and then had dropped gown to where the fliers had identiim :

ed ao es A He knew the SHIp was a new unit ‘the equipment of the United States Border Patrol. Now, he saw Lona riding back up the trail toward him and he could only surmise that the plane had caused -her to turn back. .~ She was still several hundred yards away, so he rode slowly on foward the pretty Mexican girl. She recognized him in a moment and spurred her horse. - “Weslee!” she cried out happily when she neared him. “You are out riding, too!” Her smile was bright. “Yes! I—I thought I might do a little shooting. Jackrabbit or coyote maybe. I .like to ride in early morning.” He hoped his explanation didn’t sound as lame to her as it did to him. “I come out often to paint and sketch. But today I just ride. You saw the autogiro?” po “Yes.” “They stop near me to ask if I have see any aliens—imagine, Weslee! - If I see any estranjero—I would faint!” > He smiled with her. But he had appraised her equipment, too. She had a gun, and small saddle packs and canteen and rope. But there was definitely no large package such as the horse wrangler said she carried. He wondered if she had already been to the Rainbow Canyon cache and left her parcel. But, no, she couldn’t possibly have had

time. <. “I weel shoot some with you, no?” 3 2 a» 2

_ SHE SAID it so sweetly, so engagingly, that no man could have declined. They dismounted and dropped reins. Morning sun was a spotlight now that shone on the white rocks they stuck in cacti. Together they fired. first pistols and then the rifle he carried, walking to inspect the results of each shot. It was fun, really; fun for any man thus to do target practice in the zestful autumn morning with a beautiful girl. . . ‘Very. conscious of her presence (as any man shy as Wesley York would heme studied her face when she was shooting, studjed it closely and in minute detail. It occurred to him that she didn’t. appear as Latin as most * Mexican senoritas. - A Mexican is, theoretically, half Spanish ‘and half Indian; many are just touched with the Indian blood. In every case, however, they have a definite skin hue and a racial something about their eyes. "It seemed, to Wesley, now, that Lona lacked these subtle but significant things. Trained to observe details and weigh. them in ‘his work as an archeologist, he began to wonder why Lona was an ‘exception in her national heritage. . When they had exhausted most of their shells Lona suggested they sit for a while and talk. She found a niche big enough for.two in a granite boulder and invited him to join her. Of necessity, he sat close. “Your home you said is near Vera Cruz, Lona?” He asked then. . “Yes. An old, old rancho, Weslee. You would love it!” “Surely. A ranch—in. old Mexico! It’s romantic to think out.” : She laughed, low and musically. “I like romantic-minded man, Weslee.” “Mexico is a beautiful country, no es verdad?” He lapsed into Spanish :

“Si senor! Usted habia Espanol!” : ~ “Some,” he smiled. “Let’s speak it together; I need the practice. hE 2 = =

THEY TALKED at length. Lona, oddly - enough, lost a bit of her vivacious manner and she appeared to concentrate on her words now. Wesley's -first Spanish was the " purest of Castilian, but presently he shifted to the several Mexican dialects that he knew. Mexican folk do speak differently in different states, just as English is spoken differently in London, New York, Atlanta and Albuquerque; the idiom ' of one place may be hardly recognizable in another. : _ But Wesley York was a scholar. Reared :in the Southwest, he had cialized in. Spanish, and because his .archeological studies had taken him often to the ancient ruins in Yucatan, Campeche, Chiapas and other Mexican states, he had become intimate with the dialects in almost every section. In truth, few Americans knew Mexico better than Wesley York. Several Yo he looked at Lona as if in surprise, but in a moment she shifted back to English. . - %No, no,” she smiled again. “Is better I speak English and learn fo use it perfectly. It is more difficult than Spanish, and I want so to know. . Otherwise—you professors shall make it hard for me in college, en?” » ; “If you promise to speak Spanish when I visit your home. Lona, would you some day gO with me to the ~ yuin of “Chichen Itza, in beautiful . old Sinaloa? Just sightseeing?” «7 would love it! I have been here many. time, Weslee, but—" 4 “You: have? Bueno! Hagame el favor de—" es: But to go with you—oh, -lee-e-e!’ ( hf . said: that last with ‘such mpvor as to startle him. Obviously che wanted very much to avoid irther Spanish conversation; and a had made a statement

hp thoughts were Interrupted Here because Lona had actually snuggled closer to him! And in all his life few if any women had ever. snuggled close to Wesley York. Ee 88 = | ALREADY SITTING very close to aim, she ‘had made a slight movement: to get’ even closer. Her soft shoulder wiggled his, and she

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‘BOSTON, Dec. 17 (U. P.).—Right this minute—even as you scramble around finishing your Christmas shopping—your next year’s Christ-

mas cards are whirling off the presses. For it’s the rule in this $15,000,000-a-year business that the leaders keep a year and a half ahead of the season. And those snug little winter scenes that will carry your “Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year” through the mails in 1941 were being designed about the time this summer’s sunburn had turned to tan and you were preparing for the Labor Day week-end. “If you had asked him, Vice President Ernest Chase of Rust Craft publishers: would have explained back in the summer of ’39 that the numerous government-sponsored art shows and the private exhibits would be influencing your selection this year. He’d have said you would want cards with paintings by the modern artists like Grant Wood—no old stuff by Raphael for you. Mr. Chase thought then, and says now, that better times make this one of the biggest Christmas card seasons -in many years. That’s why his company turned out 45,000,000 Christmas cards for 1940. Rust Craft’s English business has

intimately, with a knowing look. All at once he was conscious of her as a most attractive girl. He glanced at her costume. She had worn a riding outfit consisting of turquoise-green jodphurs and a crimson shirt. Boots were short, cowboy style, and strong. She had a belt of hand-tooled leather conchos linked with rawhide strings, and a:pistol holster belt over her hips. She was definitely pretty. .. “Weslee, we could — be : friends, no» i.

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This year’s cards have scanty

verses and the most popular are in a humorous vein. Etchings also are top sellers. Next year’s business—that’s the 1942 card to you—already is in the designing stage. Mr, ‘Chase and his 1000 co-workers are making special plans since that year will mark the 100th anniversary of Christmas cards. Mr. Chase plans to make one card a reproduction of the first Christmas card—a hand-colored affair etched in 1842 by W. M. Egley of London which found its way from a private collection to the British Museum in 1938.

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mas greens and contained five tiny scenes of a group dancing, a masked couple at a ball, a family at Christmas dinner, a group of skaters, and poor waifs knocking at a castle door. At the bottom was a line “Merry Christmass and Happy New Year to You:—From 2 . e Mr. Chase said the real oddity was that the etcher spelled Christmas with a double-s. :

She had flatly tripped herself in discussing the famous ruin of Chichen Itza, which is not in the state of Sinaloa at all; and she, a selfavowed Mexican, had shied off her own language after muffing dialects and idiomatic phrases. But all at once she broke up his thoughts again; indeed, she paralyzed them. Before he realized it Lona had slipped an arm around his shoulders, had lifted her face and was kissing him lingeringly on his lips. . Yes-les)” she murmured. ‘“Wesee!’ : Dr. Wesley York, PhD., was utterly appalled. (To ‘Be Continued)

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