Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 18 December 1940 — Page 28

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Dude College

By OREN ARNOLD

. YESTERDAY: Lona joins Wesley and after a brief target practice, they sit and talk. Wesley lapsese into Spanish, is surprised when Lona displays ignoranes of common Mexican dialects, but he says noilming. Re hardly has a chance

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kisses him.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN “WHAT HAPPENED to it? Where did you go?” _ Andre Girardeau looked hard at Lona Montoya. *Where do you think?” she snapped back, eyes afire. “Am I a child not to be trusted? Am I not a part of the organization myself? Was I not the one sent here to work with you?” “Oh come, Lona!” he was impatient. “You know what I mean! I'm not being personal, I'm just— anxious. Don’t you understand? We risked our lives to do a thing, and then you—!” ‘Lona shrugged, expressively. “You come here: with a chip on your shoulder, Andre. Sit down.” “Don’t be a fool!” he almost sriarled that, his face lined in anger. “I let you take the thing because I had a heavier front to maintain, a cover to keep up. But I am running this show, understand? I am the one who got the instrument, but now one night later I do not have it in my possession and my hands are tied! You—you are a girl!” He said that last almost contemptuously, standing over her in an attitude of melodramatic menace. ‘He had slipped thus to her apartment at 1 a. m. as he had often done in the past weeks. No one had observed his coming and going, he felt, and he had made sure that all windows and. shades were closed how. Andre of past visits here. This call was not for pleasure, it was a business call by a definitely nervous man. Lona Montoya was staring off. Fool’ is a strong word, Andre.” He looked narrowly at her. Then he walked to her little kitchenette and got himself a drink. He paused, drank another glass of liquor, and let his feelings cool. He came back to her smiling. “Listen, kid,” he purred, “I'm all on edge, tonight. Can’t help being jumpy. Forget it.”

Lona looked up at him with cold |

calculating gaze—and all at once she appeared satisfied in turn. She lifted her arms to him. “Of course, Andre. The thing is hidden safe. We can ship it to New York whenever the excitement dies down, ship it easily, too. There is no worree, eh? Not when I have you heside me. You, Andre!” ‘ Andre didn’t know yet where the precious instrument was hidden, but he would find out—Ilater.

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" ‘BECAUSE Ronica had no classes after 2 p. m, Andre Girardeau called at the Rocking R ranch next afternoon and ‘again was profuse with his sympathies. The fire loss Had upset Mr. Bailey rather badly; not the monetary loss, but the sentimental, the fact that his newly discovered resting place was suddenly consumed. 7 Andre arrived to find four trucks there, and several other men talking to Ronnie and her dad. “We heard you aimed to rebuild out of this red standstone, Mr. Bailey,” one man, obviously a ‘rancher, was saying. thought we’d cart a little of it over te you in our spare time, like.” . Thomas U. Bailey looked at the bronzed westerner. + “Thank you,” he gaid. “I appreciate your coming. I'll be glad to pay you gentlemen whatever you wish for your work, and--" » “Hold on! I didn’t say it clear, ¥ reckon, sir, We didn’t come here hunting jobs. We—well, the fact is, Mr. Bailey, we was trying to be neighborly. Now out here in the

southwest when a man gits burnt |

¢ut why we all mostly pitch in nd help rebuild him, see? It don’t take hardly no time and work that sway. No sir, we couldn't take no vy!” . ; 8 Mr. Bailey just stared. Ronica, who had been with him, made a gesture as if to touch the rancher tenderly, and her eyes suddenly wére misty. “We know you got enough money pd all that,” the rancher went en, “but that ain’t it, Mr. Bailey. fact, is people out here was comin’ te- like you and Miss Ronica. You got five cowboys on your pay roll. They told around what sort you was. Now, out here—" , “Lordy!” Thomas U. Bailey sort of rumbled that. His voice wouldn't behave very well. “I can’t buy that in‘ New York . . . I can’t buy that any where in God's world, gentlemen! . . . I—I want to shake your yands.”

The scene apparently dre Girardeau, too. $:When he had looked approvingvy" at plans already roughly drawn

r the new ranch home, he took

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AS he narked at Wilson’s Indian Yrading Post he turned to the girl t his side. , : “#“Ronnie,” said he, “I can’t very well haul in rocks to build with, But I want you to know that I feel like those ranch men. And I an show a little of my feeling. w you have said that the new fduse will be furnished with auentic Spanish and Indian things come in!”

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3 Y WENT IN the store — {ich was more like a museum, in uth—and Fred Wilson in person e to shake hands and invite to look around. Ronica was figering some brand-new Navajo gs, but Andre turned suddenly to e drum that stood near. e drum was large, as Indian ntoms go. This one was Apache gde, Mr. Wilson said. It was two st across and nearly three feet gh, a barrel-shaped thing with yeavy rawhide stretched and laced wer each end and painted with Inn designs. With the accompanya> drumstick Andre thumped out iw crude oom-oom, oom-oom. The sne was deep, commanding. Sudnly Andre brightened. member the business associate troduced you to down in GuayMexico? Do you, Ronnie? The named Pico?” es. » 4: x “fe'd love this. He has a new enda.on the edge of town, big s like yours will be. He asked to keep an eye open for real Inthings. If you also like it we ~ . ” 3 -

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NEW YORK, Dec. 18 (U. P).—

.|Blond blue-eyed Baby Jean Gaunt,

who. for 15 months has been heared toward “immortality” by 75 master metaphysicians at Peace Haven, N, Y., will give up “perpetual love” this week—and go home to mother. Although the Royal Fraternity of Master Metaphysicians planned to adopt Baby Jean, their leader, Dr. James P. Schafer, said today that her mother had now “re-established herself” .and wanted her baby back. He said she was a waitress, but refused to reveal her whereabouts. When Baby Jean first was taken to Peace Haven, Dr. Schafer announced that by impressing her constantly with the beauty of life, keeping her on a diet of vegetables and training her fo think only constructive thoughts, he believed the child could live forever. Whether or not Baby Jean could

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keep on being “immortal” in the hands of her mother, Dr. Schafer said, was wmprediictable. “lMother:love is the greatest thing in the world,” he said. “She wants her child. She shall have her. Henceforth she shall be her guiding spirit.” : The metaphysicians, he added, would continue to love Jean and stand ready to take her back if the necessity arises. For the time being, he said, they did not intend

to adopt another baby to prove their \ case, but they may do so in the

future. “A baby that will never die would prove our theory of immortality,” Dr. Schafer said. “And all through the ages man has demanded proof before he will believe.” The master metaphysieians acquired Jean when she was three months old.

“Oh, by all means get it for him, Andre, You are so thoughtful!” He purchased the drum—$35, And then he moved to the jewelry case. Wilson, a picturesque, gray-haired gentleman who had expert knowledge of Indian crafts and artistry, showed him hand-wrought brace-

quoise, with petrified wood, with tourmaline and all manner of native semi-precious stones. He purchased the prettiest ring and bracelet set for Ronica. When he observed which Navajo rugs Ronica admired most, Andre ordered them for her, and when they discovered a great arm chair made skilfully of the light but asiMishingly strong ribs from sahuaro castus, Andre ordered that for Mr. Bailey. :

Ronnie looked. up at him, “You

lets and rings of silver set with tur-

are just too generous, Andre. I know Dad will love you for ft, though.”

She wandere ddown the store tol

inspect a collection of Mexican and Indian dolls hanging there, and kindly Mr. Wilson smiled at Andre

and :said confidentially, “She is al

very ‘lovely miss, isn’t she” Andre acknowledged the compliment by nodding. “The ‘Miss’ is temporary, however. I shall change that in a day or two, Wilson. I know how to pick ‘em, eh? Ee, Wilson?” His open conceit seemed almost %0 have a nasty smirk to it, so that Wilson looked up in surprise. But the storekeeper just repeated courteously, “A very lovely girl.”

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