Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 1 February 1941 — Page 13

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By BETTY WALLACE

YESTERDAY: Martha is determined to make Bill forget his jealousy. She (rives to eamp, finds him in the guardhouse for rebelling against discipline. Hp» accuses her of seeing Paul again and Martha's fury is released. She tells him + she is through making sacrifices for him, that she is leaving Helen’s, going back to her job. “Back to Paul,” Bill says. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR THE GIRL WITH THE flying red hair, crouched over the wheel of the ancient car that rocketed along the state highway so recklessly, was crying. She was crying although her eyes were dry, and her raouth was a hard and bitter line. She was

crying deep inside herself—crying| .

the soundless, agonized tears of utter desperation. :

That was why she drove so fast| |

and so wildly. That was why she skidded over the little wooden bridge on the outskirts of Ba¥ville, and scarcely noticed ‘that she missed a truck by ‘mches. And that was why, when she | up with a scream of brakes, outside the bungalow on Grace Si. the dog which came barking joyously to greet her slunk off, frightened and bewildered, as she pushed him aside. Helen was sitting on the porch, knitting, while the baby slept. She lifted her head. The knitting dropped to her lap. “Why, Martha, what's wrong?” The sound of her sister’s voice roused Martha. “Wrong?” she echoed harshly. “Nothing’s wrong. Everything’s beautifully right.” She sat down on the glider beside Iielen. I'm going back to my job.” Martha did not think beyond that until her suitcases were packed and "ready. Butch was in the back seat; she had kissed the baby goodby, and hugged sister. She was shaking hands with Genie, trying not fo see that Helen was still puzzled and hurt, when Eugene’s matter-of-fact question came. “Are you sure Air Transport will take ‘you back, Martha?” "for an instant she was stopped. Then she said, lightly, “Of course they will!” Eugene’s grin became sly and knowing. “Oh, I see. Your friend, Elliott. . . . : “Don’t be a fool, Eugene!” But while she drove back, that sunny afternoon, 24 whole ‘hours . after she had walked out on Bill in the guardhouse, she turned that over in her mind. Bill had been right, after all. Going back fo Air Transport meant going back to Paul.

SHE PLAYED wtih the idea of|:

trying for a job somewhere else. Her pressure on the accelerator lightened, and she mentally skimmed a list of places where she night inquire. But almost immed lately she knew she couldn’t afford delay and job hunting. There was very little money in her bag. At Air Transport, she was a trained and valued worker. To some other firm, she'd be only an unknown quantity. Besides—her chin lifted—to be afraid of going back to Paul was to ¢dmit that most of what Bill had said was true. Unwillingly, she remembeéred Paul's voice saying, “As long as you're happy with Bill, I'm sat isfled to remain out of the picture.” Would he be satisfied if he found out the reason for her coming back? “I won't tell him,” she decided. “Oh, I mustn’t think too much, I mustn’t get all mixed up. The only thing that matters is that I need my job. I need to be independent again—I need my self-respect and time to get over this. Time to—to decide definitely—" ; She drove straight to Mrs. Larkin’s house. That lady was glad to see her, comfortably unaware of the strangeness about her return. “I've got your same room, still empty, Mrs. Marshall.. Is your sister all better now? That's good. I wanted to tell you, the night the wire came, that worrying never does much good. All kinds of times, in a lifetime, I always say. The ups and the downs and your sister, having three young ones and all— why—you’d almost expect something like that.” Her voice flowed on, while she stretched fresh sheets on the bed and helped Martha unpack the suitcases. “You take me, I had my share, I can tell you. Five children, I had. And Mr. Larkin, God rest his soul, no help at all when 1 was sick a day. The man couldn't lift a finger around the house without he broke something. If I'd had a sister to come and help me, a lucky woman I'd have thought myself! And the airplane factory, too—such nice folks to work for—letting you stay away weeks at the time, , , .¥ Mrs. Larkin was so busy talking she almost overlooked Butch. Finally, of course, she got around to him. “This your dog you were boarding at that kennel place? Not thinking of keeping him with you now?” . “Oh, no. I—I believe I'll take him over to the farm right now.” 8 ” un

SHE FELT GUILTY, as Butch leaped happily back into the car. “Poor boy, I do drag you around, don't I?” As soon as he got comfortably settled in one sort of life, she was taking him off to anofher. She thought, suddenly, “Suppose we had a child, Bill and I?” People who quarreled—people who separated—did to their children exactly what she was doing to Butch. Tears stung her eyes, then. The first tears since she had walked out of the guardhouse, yesterday. “But you're not a child, Butch. You're lucky not to be a child,” she sobbed idiotically. “I'm a fool, and you're a dog—and—and—oh, Butch, Butch!” : At the farm, however, it seemed not nearly so tragic to be bringing Butch back. Because a small tan fox terrier greeted him with delighted barks from behind the wire fence, and the old man who ran the: farm patted Butch affectionately. “We've missed you, boy. Missed us any?” ‘The old man siiook his head over the state of Buich's coat. “What's this, chewing gum? And what've you been feeding 3 “It probably is chewing gum,” Martha told him. “My sister's ¢hilShe watched from the back porch as Butch trotted in to join the tan fox terrier. He was going to be all right. If only she herself could slip ‘so easily back into the routine of the days before she went to Hay-

ille! The. pext morning, she dressed briskly for her return to the ofice.

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white collar, the neat gabardine-ancl-patent shoes for which she had little use in the bungalow, and which had not been festive enough for Sundays, seemed to ‘armor her orice more with their working mood. But when she was actually going through the big double doors that led to the reception room, she queked a little. Maybe Air Transport didn’t want her back. Perhaps they had gotten along very nicely indeed without Mrs. Marshall, thank you. The girl at the switchboard cried, “Look who's here! Of all people! I thought you retired.” ne thought so, too. Is the Chief “I'll ring him.” 8 8»

THE CHIEF WAS in. He came

fice when he heard her name, and

he wrung her hand in such honest. pleasure that all misgiving left her. [‘Martha,” he said. “Martha, befoi" you say one word about only hsving stopped in for a visit, ‘I beg you to look at rae. Look at me hard and see the new gray hairs in my head and the bare spots where I've pulled ouf the rest. “Martha, that girl from Sales who took your place was th world’s prize lame brain. She went into tears every time I dictated a word over two syllables. The one after that was even worse, and Saturday I got rid of the one who followed her. s> 0 ‘Martha, you must take pity on us! Engineering secretaries don't grow on bushes. . We'll give you a raise, we’ll put fresh flowers on your desk every morning, we'll serve you’ free Junches--" “Stop!” she laughed. ‘Stop; Chief, please!” She laughed until the tears came — laughed with relief and thanksgiving. “Tnat’s what I caine for. To get my job back.” ‘The astonished switchboard operator was forthwith treated to the spectacle of the austere and whipcracking chief engineer—the very same man who roared into telepliones and swore when she

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(All events, names and characters in this story are fictitious.)

WELFARE GROUP

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Family Society Transferred To. Meridian Life Building Today.

The Family Welfare Society is leaving home today. After 15 years, the Society is moving out of its present headquarters in the Architect and Build-

ers Building to the fourth floor of] .

the Meridian Life Building. ; When the Society first moved into the present location, the building at the south east corner of Vermont and Pennsylvania Sts. was a three-story stricture. . Four years later, six more foors were added and the building was given its present name. Staff members still recall the days of 1929 when th¢y worked beneath the noise of riveters as 75 feet of concrete and masonry was being added overhead. Of the 32 staff members, five have been with the soclety since 1925. They are Mrs. Cleo Archey, Mrs. Alfred Beartliel, Miss Gertrude Klingman, Miss Chatlotte Lieber and Miss Margaret Linder. = Board member; who have served continuously since that period include George Bick, Rabhi M. M. Feuerlicht, Mrs. Russell Fortune Sr., Mrs. Hugh McGibeny, DeWitt Morgan, Mansur B. Oakes, Leo M. Rappaport, Johri ¥. White, Dr. James Taylor, Dr. F. 8. C. Wicks, Frank W. VVood and John 8.

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DRINKWATER FREED FROM JAIL!

GOVERNMENT AGENTS AND LOCAL POLICE WIPE OUT SABOTAGE RING!

UNEARTH CONCLUSIVE PROOF THAT SECRETARY'S MURDER WAS PERPETRATED BY SABOTEURS IN FIENDISH ATTEMPT TO RUIN ACE AIRCRAFT EXECUTIVE.

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