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MONDAY, APRIL 14, 1941

ABBIE AN' SLATS

THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES

PAGE 15

LATEST WIRE FROM MY BECKY |S THAT VERMLY AND ROTT ARE READY TO START SHOOTIN’ HER FIRST MILLIONPOLLAR PRODUCTION

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C-COULD | HAVE YOUR AUTOGRAPH, MISTER GROGGINS?

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FROM CASTING OFFICE CASTING OFFICE-IT'S ALWAYS

AGAIN NEXT MONTH?

—By Raeburn Van Buren | OUR BOARDING HOUSE

THE WAY THINGS ARE GONG WE MAY NOT SURVIVE TILL NEXT

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RIGHT *! Now-WE SPRING ITZ WE WIRE HIM THAT OUR FINANCIAL BACKERS CAN'T PUT UP THE MONEY, AND, IN ORDER NOT TO DELAY THE PRODUCTION THAT'LL MAKE HIS DAUGHTER A STAR: WOULD HE KINDLY SHOOT US TWO HUNDRED GRAND! THE OLD MILLIONAIRE WILL BE GLAD DO

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Dollars to Doughnuts

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FRIDAY: But Anthony doesn’t want to face Sheldrake ont of the idea, knows the man, that it trouble. Bee cannot understand. But Fletcher calls Sheldrake, The man bustles in, faces Anthony. “So, it's you! Weeming has been spying on me.” “Weeming?”’ Bee asks, “What has he to do with Mr. Bradley?”

SATURDAY:

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“Go away,’ Oh, my stomach. . . . vou know how I felt.” said crisply. “Are you all | She sat up. scowling at him. She saw Bruce Sheldrake and Morris F her. She noted their stupefied pale faces and their slack, trembling | mouths | Sheldrake came to life first. “Allow me, Miss Davenport.” He | helped her to her feet. The fat man with the mink coat was! murmuring wretchedly, “But I onlv | wanted to show Mr. Sheldrake the | coat The police found it in a | parcel locker. It had our label. | 1--" | Give me my coat!” She snatched | it out of his hand “Call myv car, I never saw such a h of imkeciles in my life! What vou all standing around for? Do something! You, Mr. Fletcher— | call my guardian at once! Tell him | 1 fired you! You, Mr. Sheldrake! | Get out of mv sight!” “What about me, Bee?” Anthony | asked meekly There was a sus- | picion of mockery in his brown | eve

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\ You—you can go to the devil” | For she turned | and fled down corridor. There'd be delirium in Weeming's office, consternation Budget Fashions, a paper Cclly rooms The doorman at house goggled. “Pay this taxi man his fare!” | The elevator boy fainted. “Miss Davenport, ma'am, I thought you were Kidnaped! She into her ment. “Greta! What by giving inform ers? A ara own! held

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BEATRICE regarded Cla “How did you et here? Mr. Weeming phoned me five! minutes ago. I rushed right over. Did what I'd been doing? Did tell vou I had never been kidnaped? Her control snapped Oh, Clarence, vou fool! You mes everything up! I was enjoving myself for the first time In my Ing, amount

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sed all life! T was living, workg 12 to something—feeling something!” “Aha,” said Clarence, blinking his black eves. “Those emotions you so yearned for!” He pulled thoughtfully at his neat mustache. “What sort of emotions, explain me that. To work—bah! That not romantic! It was something else, Tell me, Beatrice.” I'll tell you nothing!” She ran to the white and gold bedroom into a corner of which Toby Masters’ whole apartment would have fitted snuelv. She ran back to the drawing room. “Here! Here's your ring! 1 don't want it.” “But Cara—my sweet—what has happened? I am not angry with vou, Beatrice. It was an adventure, a whim! It cannot come between us. beloved. Surely you—" lease, Clarence. There's no use talking about it any more.” She | pressed the ring into his hand. “I— I made a mistake, when I promised to marry vou. I didn't love you. 1 didn't know what love was. But now, I can't go on with it.” Sn?” Clarence breathed softly. “So, now, all is changed? Now you know perfectly what love is, eh?” He grabbed her arm. His eyes burned. His mouth was suddenly | cruel and ruthless. “Who is the man | who has taught you what love fis,’

He tries to argue Bea | finally admits that he | might cause |

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man who said | She storms | at Anthony, then rushes from the office, | collides head-on with a man carrying a |

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BEATRICE JERKED away from! him. “I won't tell you. It's none of | your All that matters to you is that I've given you back your ring.

husiness.

Three musical notes chimed. Beatrice looked at Clarence, speculatively. “Here comes your chance,” she said. “Because I'm sure that's | Anthony Bradley at the door.” It was Anthony. He strode into | the room, hatless, his expression a curious mixture of belligerency and determination and temper. He stopped short when he saw Clar-| ence. | “This,” said Beatrice maliciously, your pig, Clarence. And, Mr. | Bradley, this is your prince.” Clarence eyed Anthony. Anthony surveyed Clarence. The silence became appalling. Beatrice helped things along by remarking, “Clar- | ence has duelling pistols on his | mind. Or sabers at dawn.” | “Hmmm,” said Clarence, “so you | are the man who has bewitched | my betrothed. It is because of you | she returns my emerald.” Anthony's face cleared. “She returned your ring? Oh. I see.” “Queer about Mr. Weeming,” she | said irrelevantlyv. “About his in-| I mean. Because that | was my idea, too, you know. That store has been grossly misman- | aged.” Anthony approached her, warily.! “Mr. Weeming was miles ahead of you. Are you going to sock me in the stomach again?” “I must prepare a statement for the papers,” Beatrice said dreamily. “I must inform them that it was my

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concern for Grandfather's store which ran away with me.” “Beatrice!” thundered Clarence. Beatrice looked around, mildly astonished, “Oh, you're still here?” Her eyes dropped. “Clarence, do run along like a good boy. I—I have a lot of things on my mind, and— really, Clarence, you'll be delighted to be rid of me, once you think it over.” His heels clicked. will be very thickly. Beatrice and Anthony watched him go. Then Anthony said, morosely, “We probably won't be. On your money.” “If you start that, Anthony Bradley, I'll butt you in the stomach again!” | “I do know other ways of start-| ing. But you'd have to come a little closer.” Slowly, deliciously, Beatrice moved closer. | It was much better, Anthony's! arms swooped her up. He kissed! her masterfully. Kissed her until the room swam around her and the | floor lurched. He kissed her until | she was blind and deaf and helpless. “Our mutual guardian was right,” he said happily. “What you needed wasn't chloroform, after all. All you needed was love.” (The End)

(All events, names and characters in this storv are fictitious.) | CCC CAMP DISBANDS | MITCHELL, Ind, April 14 (U. P.). | —The Civilian Conservation Camp | at Spring Mills State Park will be dishanded Friday, Camp Commander Williams announced today. He said | the camp’s 150 enrollees would be | transferred to other camps.

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With Major Hoople

OUT OUR WAY

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