Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 19 February 1941 — Page 19

WEDNESDAY, FEB. 19, 1941

| ABBIE AN’ SLATS

—By Raeburn Van Buren

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Drafted for Love

[By RUTH AYERS

I YESTERDAY: Kent goes on, criticizing t April — Glitterbug — as selfish, vain, ' spoiled. April, still posing as Ann, is hurt, but the analysis has an amusing side, too. April keeps her secret, though, . knowing what this day means to Kent. \ And she adds a final “No matter what - happens, I love you.” And means it.

| CHAPTER NINE

' NOW THE THING to do was to harden her heart. April didn’t look at Kent after she stepped into the roadster. The day was over, the game ended. She had played her part right up to the last tag-line. Tomorrow, Ann might come home. If Ann didn’t return, there’d be some way she, April could avoid seeing Kent. “Steady there,” Kent advised as the roadster rocked on the red road. “I'm trying to beat the storm.” “For a minute it. felt as if we were headed for a spill.” “No, we just missed one.” She scanned the skyline, Clouds were marching around the tents of the hill, gray and menacing. “Funny,” she said, “how a day can start all sunshine and then get to floundering around in clouds and darkness.” “If you'll overlook my being lyrical, I could say it always grows bright again. “Por you, it will,” That was safe to say. He could take it the way he wanted. She must keep everything impersonal between them, impersonal as the weather. The speedometer danced. And all the time, her mouth settled in a hard line and her heart grew more stoney, “1 feel like an oaf sitting here J while you do all the driving,” Kent said. “I ought to be taking the wheel for the trek home. It’s too much for you, Ann.” “Not at all.” She bit off the words. “I like it.” ; The top was up but already the first sweep of gale tore at the side of the car. Nip, the wire-haired, snuggled close at April's side. Kent hunched forward, straining as if he couldn’t bear his helplessness. “If I could only see you for one second,” he said. “I bet your gyes gre sparkling and that theres a charcoal smudge on your nose. I like to look at you when you're intent on something, Ann. You have a lift to your head that I'm crazy about.” 8 o ” APRIL FOUGHT down an -urge to say, “Yep, you would like to see Ann now. Five hundred miles away and as intent as all get-out on an audition with the great Vivano tonight.” © But no, she clamped her lips” and made the speedometer dance a little faster. Dusk blurred the daylight; night came on. The wind was a roaring cavalcade behind them, pushing them on. April knew she must %, reach Kent's home before the storm broke. If she timed it right, she'd have a perfect excuse for leaving him at his gate without further farewells. On and on, the miles sped, but even on the short cuts they seemed twice as long as they had been this morning. Once the engine balked. Once she storped for gas. Another time she tried to slip past a truck and almost sent the car in a ditch. All the things Kent had said; about her came back. It was soothing to think of Hal Parks. Hal was sophisticated, smart, worldly and he liked her. And yes, blast him, he was the one who directly had started her on this ill-fated fling when he'd ‘said there were other things you could be drafted for besides the Army. Drafted for love! It sounded swell, but she'd been turned down, ‘rejected, service deferred. “We're sure playing tag with the storm,” Kent said, innocent of the storm that shook her to the core. “yYou- bet.” She felt his eyes on her as the car raced. Ann never . drove spectacularly. “Where are we now?” “Only about five miles to go.” Four miles, three and then. as she reached the hill road that led to Pattonsville she- could pick out the lights of the town far haew. Perspiration was on her face, her hands trembled when she finally slowed the car. : “At. last!” Her words were a * long sigh. = “Swell going,” Kent said. “If I hurry, I can make it to my home.” As she spoke, there was a warn- , ing rattle on the hood, a spattering on the canvas : x

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By William Ferguson

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“We'll make a dash for the house.” April spoke above the win, “I'll take you to the gate and then scram. Mother and Dad, they'll be worried.” But even in his sightlessness, Kent had’ leaned over and was enfolding her in strong, sire arms. “Come along, Nip,” he called and bore April triumphantly through the gate and up the brief walk to the door. Laughing down, he said, “Ann, gal, anyone would say you. were a lunatic. Think I'm going to let you go off alone in a blitzkrieg? “No, Kent, I want to go home, I must!” The wind threw back her voice. . . 2 8

: FOR APRIL: KNEW once she crossed the .threshold of; thie Carter ‘home, disaster awaited. Cireat-Aunt Elizabeth Carter would kriow she wasn’t Ann Burnett. She tried to rememb:: what Ann had said about Auntic Carter but it seemed now as if the hailstonés were . pelting her b:ain and blotting out every thought. “There,” Kent said, half carrying her across the threshold after he’d opened the big, grilied door, “this is what you might call sym=bolic.” REAR H Nip squeezed in and made a gres$ to-do ‘about shaking the sticky ice stones from his fur. Kent reached to help April off with her coat. The hood toppled with a splash of drops. “You're shivering,” Kent sail. “We'll go back to the library where a fire's burning.” “No, I'm not cold,” Ap:il chattered. "*T’ll stand here jusi a min-

off to the right. It, too, was cavernous with heavy carved furniture, oil paintings and a massive square piano. And over the mantel was a mirror. April's eyes met April in the mirror and she knew with her coat and cap off, no one could ever mistake her for Ann, no matter how dim the light. But except for the fire hissing somewhere at the other end of the house, there wasn’t a sound. Perhaps she wouldn't have to see Auntie Carter after all! “Kent,” she began, “I'm a sight. Please, I couldn’t see anyone look ing the way I do.” As if this had been an invitation to catastrophe, a voice spoke out of the silence of the upper hall: “Kent, is that you?” “Yes, Aunt Elizabeth” April followed his eyes in the direction of the stairs, where a small, erect figure was poised. (To Be Continued)

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

He Can Hunt, So

He Loses Pension

NEWPORT, Ky., Feb. 19 (U.P.). —A pensioner who drives his own automobile and is an expert hunter “capable of shooting a squirrel out of a tree top,” was removed today from the blind pension list in Campbell County. . A policeman who made a personal visit to deliver the pen-

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