Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 14 January 1941 — Page 16

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| By BETTY WALLACE

° YESTERDAY: Suzanne begs for a chance to win Paul back, asks Martha to step out. Martha surveys: the wreckage of her friendship with Paul, rcalJdzes the torture she has undergone. But she is determined to stop seeing him and to make him understand their friendship is ended.

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CHAPTER EIGHT

AT 5 O'CLOCK THAT day, Martha Marshall was still enmeshed in the coils of her inner problem. , How could she indicate to Paul Elliott, without’ hurting him, and 1 yet without letting him know the { Teal reason, that she preferred not to go out with him any more? There was a pile of unfinished reports on her desk. There were let-| PA om |, a >> rs she should have answered; and ai % — B 77 “IT the ‘article for the engineering pe-| [ Ty FC . i 1 d (T'S ONLY A riodical which the Chief had asked BID TOA ; er| to type. Never before hac she - 1 ; been so slow, so inefficient. . - SST SAR Ria CLAVE £4 "LI'L ABNER

- She opened the desk drawer wearlly. She’d catch up tomorrow. v She took her compact out of her AN’ SO TH' FINGERPRINTS ON | SUPPOSE, IN MY OFFICIAL: YW 7 'A®CONTEMPTIBLE CUR“THASS A'CONTEMPTIBLE. CUR"= * handbag. Her eyes in the tiny § E_AN MAMMY'S AN’ CAPACITY, | MUST THANK 0 Z= { WHUT HE CALLED MEZ-MIGHTY THASS WHUT AH 1S AWRIGHT er ih, le pn PAY SGNCERPRINTS IS. & you To 8lt SPEAKING ofr. JIT T | VONDER, WHLT. “CONTEMPT PIR RAPPY BOLT BEN’. illiant with misery, dg , Z } gs Be ouent_wi Hey = IS (GULP?) PROOF I” A CONTEMPTIBLE pi ; MEANS ?-=7-WONDER WHUT A T, BUT (GULP!?) ; THEY IS GUILTY WOULD TURN IN HIS OWN A MERELY *CUR"1S--7-~BUT SHECKS/, AH CA ELP FEELIN® INT-B ) PARENTS 77 — THAT IS DONE EF HE CALLED ME THET-THEN LIKE A DIRTY ’ { ALL—GOOD DAY.’ — HIDES 7! jooo.'| . 47 WM ; E 7

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office, and Martha seized her powder puff hastily. “Ready to leave, Martha?” he called. “Wait a minute, I'll] be right with you.” She steeled herself. She looked up at him. “Don’t bother about me, x Paul,” she managed to say. ‘I— © © I don’t feel awfully well. I want to "go right home and get in bed.” ' He was all concern, immediately.

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your phone.” She got up and slipped out while he was still talk- ERR ing. A The next morning she avoided his ¥R > oF eyes, was thankful when he had to go down to the production department to straighten out a tangle, I might take all day. Production was a hectic mess, most of the time. | "SE! = But at quitting time, he was ¥ "back in the office. p> “Peel like some chow mein?” | 4 “No. I—I'm going home and cook Butch some hamburger. I've got a lot te do. I'm awfully tired.”

. ” un ” HIS FACE FELL. “I was looking

3 | IN forward to it. After all, there's no| VENEZUELA, one waiting for you—" ; THIS “There’s Butch.” : Hl AMONUAAENT | “Suppose we stop off and buy CL OREETS ! : : - the hamburger, you I it while MOTORISTS SN ID BETTER IN Home I walk Butch, an en—" . i : NS AND TELL u Martha averted hee head, pre: bc : = (ERITZI THAT I'M GOING tending to fish ou e eraser an = ie a the pencils from under the legs of cAarRAacCAas/ to APE yoy Be 22, her typewriter. “No, Paul. Th- . thanks, anyway.” “But why not?” “No!” This time, her voice was gharp. Paul stared at her, his thick dark eyebrows a straight line over his brown eyes. j—— : \ 2 She walked home. ‘A long walk, 2 | 4 i ; $2 f — with her head high and chin up. : i 0 mF Phrmes She hoped there’d be a letter from Bill waiting in the box. But there wasn’t. While she fried the meat for Butch, even while she walked behind him, later, she remembered Paul's surprised eyes, his set mouth. 4 Mrs. Kelly, the cleaning woraan, } Ze | was waiting for her in the hall COPR. 1941 BY NEA SERVICE, ING, ! NEW ENGIL.AND when she and Butch returned. T. M. REG. U. 3. PAT, OFF, HURRICANE * “Could you let me have a dollar : OF 1933 on what you owe me?” she asked. DEPOSITED “fT know tomorrow’s Saturday, but OCEAN SALT I can’t wait for this.” Her grand- DN THE WINDOWS child, she explained, was ill.| “I OF HOUSES IN gotta pay at the drugstore for pre- ONTPELIER, scriptions.” VERMONT, . - “Oh, that’s all right. I'm sorry /20 MILES FROM he’s sick.” bt ‘Martha said, disliking to tell her now, but knowing it had to be done, “I've been meaning to tell you, about the cleaning. There isn’t as much to do as there used to be, and—" i “Oh, yes there is!” cut in the old. ‘woman argumentatively. “That friend of your husband’s, he still comes, I can tell by the - newspapers on the floor, and pipe ashes all around and didn’t he cook up a mess of something sticky in that skillet like he always does?”

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THIS CURIOUS WORLD By William Ferguson

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WELL, COMRADES, I THINK WE AVE RETAINED a OUR PATIENCE WITH THE POLICE LONG ENOUGH ¢

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. insisted on making that night they - played two-handed bridge. Her face burned. : ‘ “Mrs. Kelly,” she said evenly, “Mr.

‘Elliott will not be calling any more.” The words seemed very loud in: the suddenly still room. . The cleaning- woman eyed her “shrewdly. Those little blue eyes, in

+ | their bed of wrinkles, were like the

eyes of a bright, inquisitive bird. “Oh, so Mr. Elliott won’t be caljing, eh? How disappointed that! Miss Trenp upstairs is gonna be! Her with her tattling about him stayin’ = all: hours.” She folded her fat, ‘chapped. arms. ‘Youre a smart girl, .. Marshall. Husband’s friend or no husband's friend, it don’t do when a man pays too much attention to a pretty woman all by herself.”

“I think we'd better get back to!

discussing the cleaning!” “Yes'm,” Mrs. Kelly said, deflated. “I'd like you to come once a day, just to let the dog out, and feed ] him »

“I'd have ‘to charge by the hour.” |

Long after Mrs. Kelly had gone, Martha stood there in the foyer,

motionless. Everybody, everybody]!

had the same idea! How stupid she had been! How blind! But as long

as dit wasn’t true—as long as she| wouldn't go out alone with Paul||

again—it didn’t matter. Say, 2 8 a BILL, WAS THE only onz who

unted. He had never dreamed of || ach a thing. She held fo that,|, psperately. That Bill had {rusted|

‘her, that he'd trusted Paul. He knew -them both more intimately ] with more understanding than anyone else on earth. She seemed

0 hear again his voice as he said| une swson, Take care ot her, time. The ‘chow’s good. Tell me Suddenly she wanted to hear his| ce again. She went to the| pne. “Operator, I'd like to speak| ‘Mr. William Marshall at Camp] er, please. No, no one else|

after you?”

| MILWAUKEE, Wis., Jan. 14 (U. FP.) —Singing mice, talking dogs and animated cartoons are old friends of the American public, but now it’s the talking mitten. | Samuel H. Krasno, 42, believes that even children can have truly

expressive hands merely by inserting them in a pair of the patented mitts he plans to produce. In fact, he explained, the talking

mitten was devised chiefly as a

novelty for children. The vocal accomplishments of the mitten thus far consists of little more than a Squeak or reedy

& poker game in one of his letters. | ‘At long last, his ypice came,

| “Bill!” she cried. “Oh, Bill, is it really you?” “Martha? Darling, what's the inatter, why did you call, is anything wrong?” How dear his voice was! “No, stupid! I just wanted to talk to you. - How are you?” “I'm fine, sweet. How ere you?” “Why didn’t you call me when I asked you to?” Vl | ‘Almost, she could see the sheepIsh grin as he said, “Tell you the truth, I just didn’t have the money.” “You could have reversed the charges, nut.” “You've got too many bills to pay now.” | “Oh, darling, it’s 50 good to hear you! Tell me, do you like being in ithe Army?” : “It isn’t bad. : My feet hurt all the

about you. Missing me?” “Terribly. Always. Oh, darling ...” She muftn’t cry. “I miss you, too. How's Paul?” “F-fine.” He “Is he doing all right looking

whistle, but this was sufficient to win for it a patent. "The “voice” of the mitten will be produced by fiezing the hand to draw air into anc expel it from a rubber bulb fasteried in the lining of the mitten. Passage of the air, through a narrow tube leading to the bulb will operate the “speaking” device. "he current mitten season is too far; advanced to permit introduction of the novelty ow. A rush of winter orders left Mr. Krasno rather breathless and with too little time to turn to production. But he propoies to have the mitten ready by next winter,

yoii, remember? Bui —I'm not seeing much of either of them, any more. You know how it is, everybody has their own lives. Anyway, Butch and I are doing swell.” she was talking very rapidly. “I even took the clesning off Mrs. Kelly’s hands. She ust comes in to fecd Butch and let Him out.” Then she raced on, “Bill, I'd like to drive up to camp this week-end. Is it all vig ht? Are you ¢llowed visitors Sure, we're allowed visitors. Every Sunday the camp’s overrun with them. But it’s an awfully long drive. Especially in eg.” {I can make it, Bill. I might even talie the train.” : "You'd better star Saturday afteraoon, and sleep in town here. There’s a hotel of sone kind. I think thay're sky high, though. Everything clgse to the camp is booming.”

i "Will you be able 0 come to town

Saturday?” 'I dont’ think so, Martha. I'll try, bu’ I don’t think I can make it.” Never mind. I'll he around early

‘ |Sunday. Oh, it'll .be wonderful see-

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