Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 3 March 1941 — Page 17

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NDAY, MARCH 3, 1941

ABBIE AN' SLATS

'| «By Raeburn Van Buren

OUR BOARDING HOUSE

100. MILES FROM CRABTREE CO OUR SS THE NEXT TWENTY-FOUR HOURS ARE | CRITICAL / IT IS CERTAIN THAT THE SECRET POLICE OF THE INVADER WILL ATTEMPT TO ASSASSINATE YOU ///

ROGSYNSKA'S BRAVE AMERICAN

FRIEND +++»

" LINING~I'D T-TAKE “THE NEXT BUMBOAT TO THE S-SOUTH SEA ISLANDS.

| COAT WITH THEM TEN GRAND SEWED IN THE

MAKE THE ATTEMPT-- AND THEY MAY SUCCEED. IN CRABTREE CORNERS. | HAVE WARNED HIM OF 7

HIS DANG-

BUT-IT WILL NOT BE ME THEY WILL ATTEMPT TC ASSASSINATE. IT WiLL BE MY BRAVE AMERICAN FRIEND WHO IMPERSONATES ME

~ | PRAY THAT HE LIVES THROUSH THIS, YOUR BRAVE AMERICAN FRIEND

EVERYBODY ?

("M-MUCH AS | D'SPISE MY RELATIVES LL W-WANT THEIR COMP/NY FOR THE NEXT 24 HOURS-*) WHERE'S

THE FAMILY LEFT SUDDENLY IN RESPONSE TOA WIRE INFORMING THEM OF THE ILLNESS OF A RELATIVE, THEY WILL NOT RETURN FOR TWENTY-FOUR HOURS. | KAYE DISMISSED THE QTHER SERVANTS FOR THE NIGHT

| | SERIAL STORY—

| Drafted for

+ Love By RUTH AYERS

ATURDAY: April avoids meeting int, and Ann is happy in her plans _ She wedding. The idea is unpable to April. She plans to go to ® Burnett cabin, remain there. As she | ves, Winkie Appleman and the contable are waiting at the door for her.

. CHAPTER NINETEEN

“THAT'S HER,” Winkie said. 7. “Sorry,” the constable cut in, i" “have to serve a warrant on you.” - With” that, he pressed a folded | document into April's hands. April had presence of mind enough to shut the front door behind her. . She had on her fur jacket in readiness for Hal's arrival, but even in it, she began to shake with cold and fright. “What's wrong?” she managed to stufter, ~~ “I'm a-suing you for personal injuries,” Winkie drew out the phrase _ pleasurably. “Yes,” he went on, _ “guess you ain't forgotten the night you knocked me down when you was: taking Mister Kent Carter to + the Pattonsville railroad station.” April leaned against the door. ' She'd never told anyone that she had taken Kent to the train that night. She’d never mentioned the run-in with Winkie. Now with this d ent in her hand, she felt as if Rer-doom had been handed to her, signed, sealed and delivered. If Ann knew, she would start being suspicious all over again about - her, April, and. Kent. When Dad found out, he would be shocked. It was going to hurt him in his professional standing—going to hurt everyone. “You can’t do this, Winkie Appleman,” she whispered. “You know I settled with you.” “Settled!” Winkie snorted. “Think | you can injure a man, maybe permanently, and settle it on the spot pfor a few dollars?” The constable’s eyes shifted around, came back to her. “That's ‘not “all,” he said. “Got to charge you with failure to report an accident. Pretty strong laws about that in this state.” Winkie said, “I was hurt so bad that night, I didn’t know what I was’ doing. I wanted to call an officer but you wouldn't let me.”

i ” ” ” APRIL TURNED around, saw that the frort door was shut securely. Inside, the living room lamps were lighted, but out here on the porch there was only the dim bulb overhead. No one in the family had n her yet, but she didn't dare erp ce it further." he motioned Winkie and the constable down the steps. At any minute Hal would be here and know how to help here. She stopped in front of the constables car, her spirits lifting in a quick spurt of defiance. “You can’t prove anything, Winkie Appleman,” she said. “This is no better than a hold-up and you can’t prove a thing!” “Oh, can’t I?” Winkie sneered and twisted the shabpeless brim of his hat. “I guess mebbe the check would speak for itself.” : "The check! What had been a blur of Rain and horror to her that night in the Pattensville railroad station started to clarify. She had opened her purse and handed a few bills and some change at Winkie. He'd whined for more. She had remembered her check book and how with a numb, shaky hand she had wrif“Make it $10,” Winkie had said, #and I won't say nothing.” April saw it all. Winkie, unscrupulous no-account that. he might be, was legally within his . rights. ~~ “Yery well,” she said finally, “what am I supposed to do?” She heard the constable speak of posting bond, of appearing for a preliminary hearing. “What you waiting for?” the constable asked. “Why don’t you come along with me now and get booked at the station without any fuss?” An upstairs window in the Burnett house opened. Through it into the crystal air, came a strain of | song from Ann. At this minute, | a was dressing for her date with || Kent, Ann's wedding day would be

\- Boon, “Yen, with you just as soon ti | as Yes, 1 go 3 I june she sald. “I'll go without any fuss. There's only one thing I ask.. Does y anyone have to know of this? Does my father? You see,” and she spoke very humbly, “were going to have ; 4n our house and the fuss, e \ notoriety would spoil everyfries

N, THROUGH the window, Ann's lovely voice, lifting

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in silver notes of happiness. April closed her eyes briefly. Winkie was speaking from the corner of his mouth. “Trying to keep it on the sly a little longer.”

April shuddered and then opened her eyes quickly. A clear, masculine voice was saying—“Keep what on the sly?” Only one voice was like that. Not Dad, not Hal—Kent Carter! “I asked—'keep what on the sly?’” Kent was repeating and in someway had come to stand by April, one hand steadying her, The constable was ruffled. “Served a warrant on Miss Ethel Burnett here,” he said. “Failing to report an accident—damage suit.” . Kent took the papers from April's hand. “We'll see about it,” he said. “I happened to have been a witness to this so-called accident.” Winkie was whinning. “You're the fella that punched me in the face. Yep, knocked an old man down when he'd already been run over, I know you Kent Carter. Miss Ann’s fella.” April felt Kent's fist double under her hand. “Please,” she whispered and her face was close to his. This was the first time she had seen him since he had returned, his sight restored. This was the first time she had been near him. She felt a headiness, a surge of Joy sweeping her. For one absurd minute it seemed as if the hateful warrant, the shaming encounter with Winkie Appleman had been predestined for only one purpose

was in the Burnett house, safe, unsuspecting. 2 » APRIL PUSHED Kent aside. “Wait a minute,” she began breathlessly, “I've got something to tell you: all. I'll take the blame for this. It: ‘was my fault. I can see it through alone.” {Hor the first time, she faced Kent squarely. She saw the beloved face,

tha eyes, clear now without the shidow of the dark glasses. “You,

Kent,” and she managed to make

her voice hard and brittle, “you stiy out of it.” he hadn’t heard the door open or any sound on the steps. But something made her turn. Ann was standing there, pale, fragile as a moonbeam. She looked first at April and then at Kent. “Whatever is the matter?” she asked.

(To Be Continued)

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

DR. SCHLOERB ON Y. M. C. A. PROGRAM

Dr. Rollin Schloerb, pastor of the Hyde Park Baptist Church, Chicago, will address a Christian Emphasis Conference Saturday afternoon and evening, March 8, in the Y. M. C. A. ‘Ways to improve the Y’s religious role will be discussed by Dr. Schloerb with state Y. M. C. A. secretaries and Indianapolis religious lenders. The committee appointed bh’ Parker Jordan, general secretery, includes Dr. Howard J. Baumgirtel, Dr, I. J. Good and C. A.

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