Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 11 February 1941 — Page 21

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SERIAL STORY—

Drafted for

Love By RUTH AYERS

YESTERDAY: April Burnett opens a telegram addressed to her younger sister, Ann. Kent Carter, Ann’s sweetheart, is coming. home on leave, and Ann is in New York, auditioning for a job. Mr. and Mrs. Burnett are away, too. Although entirely different in personality, Ann and April are much alike in stature and voice. But April is the gay, giddy one, the girl with all the suitors. Kent means a great deal to Ann. April meets the train, Kent, wearing glasses, mistakes her for Ann. April realizes he cannot see.

CHAPTER TWO

BLIND—NOT Kent Carter! It couldn’t be! And yet there he was, staring without any recognition through the dark glasses. She saw that an awkward young rookie ctood beside him. well, sir,” the soldier was saying, “I'll meet you at the station here for the return trip.” “Righto. I'm in good hands now. Thanks so much. ” Kent returned ~ the salute and the soldier ambled ( out of the station.* “Now for you, Ann darling,” and. before she could speak a word, April found Kent’s arms around her. Startled and bewildered, April drew away. It seemed as if at that “instant the world rocked right under her feet. She searched frantically for something steadying, something normal. But the train was pulling out like a sleek, black caravan in the night and the platform was deserted except for one old man who sat alone on a bench. She recognized him at once—Winkie Appleman, Pattonsville’s perennial no-account. . Just

the sight of him, munching tobacco | -

and grinning his toothless, leering _grin was commonplace enough to bring April to herself. ° She took Kent's arm, not pityingly but with 'a gay camaraderie. “Let’s pull out of here,” she said. “I've got the roadster.” “Oh, Ann,” he was bending close, “youll never know how I've lived for this moment.” Again Ann’s name struck April like a’ blow. Because he had been expecting her, he thought she was Ann

She would explain in a minute. But not now, not in the confusion of bungling of bags and opening the © car door. ” ” 2

He was THE one who spoke first, reaching for her hand and then tucking his arm in hers. Suddenly his head went against April’s shoulder. “I'm going to tell you right off what it is,” he said. “Temporary blindness through shock.” “Yes,” April's voice hung still for a minute and then she said as humbly as Ann would have said it, “Thank God, it’s temporary . . . but there's something I must explain.” He reachedy for both her hands. “You're here and I'm here and there isn’t any need of explanations. I had to fight to get this leave. I won out when I said that having this brief time with you would put me in the right frame of -mind for the operation?” “They’re going to operate on your eyes?” : “Yes, to repair the nerve damage.” Vaguely, April heard Kent explaining about the accident. ‘“/This young rookie you just saw, who lives in a nearby town and was detailed to escort me home, picked up a dud bomb dropped in bombing practice,” . he said. “Green that he was, he didn’t realize that a dud can be dangerous if not handled right.” There was no self-pity, nc dramatics in what he told. But he, as an officer at the training camp, ‘had stood nearby and, quick to see what was happening, had scooped the bombshell from the blundering young conscript. “It saved the rookie's life?” April spoke quickly. And to herself, “And * ‘almost cost you yours, Kent Carter.” ! She tried to listen again as Kent told of the days in the hospital. “When the bomb went off, there was © ga flash of blinding light. It got me and caused a paralysis of the joptic ‘nerves. There was a time after that when no one could be quite sure of the outcome. But tests show my sight’s still there and I've a pretty fair chance of being as good as new after the operation.” : April murmured an answer, but all the while she was thinking of Ann. This was Ann’s place beside

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ZOOLOGICAL PARKS during practice.

against the seat, “I wanted to get it over with the first thing and forget it. Tm going to sit on top of the world until train time Monday night and not think of anything except you.” “Me?” April gasped. The wrong thing. She remembered too late it sounded like one of Ann’s shy outbursts. She started the car in a sudden. frenzy. She would have to reach Ann tonight, move heaven to get her back to Pattonsville so Kent would never know.

“Take me the long way home, Ann darling,” Kent was saying. “After I've visited with my great aunt Elizabeth Carter for awhile, you'll come back for me, won't you?”

, Panic seized April afresh, even as she knew that this date would have to be broken. There would be no way Lo produce Ann tonight. She turned to Kent. A nice face wich a straight nose and square chin He had taken off the glasses, sat with eyes half closed, leaning close to her. ~ .

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HE SAID, “We'll sidestep everyone in the short time I'm home. No one must know, except you and Aunt Elizabeth, what happened to me. Sympathy is one thing I can’t take.” “Certainly not, Kent.” The roadster clipped along the river road. It was a somber sceng and yet peaceful. Kent must have | sensed it, too, for he stirred contenvedly beside her. g “You won't mind making excuses to your mother and dad for me?” he asked. \ “They’l' understand.”

“As for your sister, the Glitterhe was saying with a.

enough over the week-end to know whether I'm home—and will care less.” :

Glitterbug! The word crackled. Who was the Glitterbug? In an instant, April comprehended. This was what Kent called her, a Glitterbuz. Fler hands shook on the wheel. Anger, red-hot, flared. Well, this Kent Carter certainly needed putting "m1 hus place. . 4 sharn retort leaped to her tongue. ITien she remembered that Kent thought she was Ann and she clamped her lips, until, inwardly seething, she stopped before the gloomy, gingerbread of a house where Kent lived with his ‘aunt. “Het'e we are,” she said with a crisp finality. - Kent leaned toward her. “I'm a wretched one,” he said, “all this talk about me and I haven't asked about voi. Tell me all about yourself, Ann. Tell me you've forgiven, our silly quarrel and you're going to love me more than ever.” (To Be Continued)

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

TEACHERS COLLEGE ALUMNI REORGANIZE

Henry Thomas of the Howe High S¢hool faculty has been named a member of a committee to reorganize the Indiana State Teachers College Alumni Association. ‘The committee will work with Jack C. Hannah, alumni secretary,

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