Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 21 April 1941 — Page 17

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—By Raeburn Van Buren

HOLLYWOOD, CUTHBERT, DEAR"! UNLESS WE SEND HER BARE HOME SHE'LL BE FORCED TO WORK AS A CARHOP.!’

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SAYS THOSE PRODUCERS WERE FAKES AN' SHES WORKING NOW TO SAVE UP~ ENOUGH TO COME HOME. (CHOKE!) . VAIN'T A CELEBRITY

LOOK #--BECKY'S FIRST CUSTOMER ” BARRY KENT

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SERIAL STORY—

LOVE POWER

By OREN ARNOLD

Spud Delaney, driver of | the truck ecarrving Hale's precions cargo, stops for a beer, Then, eurions | itn know more about his unnsnal lead, | he opens the box as a saloonkeeper | A hit of hot cigar ash falls, Carolyn, at home, suddenly hears a terrifying roar. |

SATURDAY:

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CHAPTER SIX FEAR seized Carolyn, motionless. | Carolyn,” her mother called | again. “Did you hear that?” | Yes, mother!” It was a raspy sort of assent. |

Her mother came in, clad in| nightgown. Together they went to] a window, but even after snapping off their light they could see noth-| ing. This city was large, and, while exceedingly loud, the explosion’ might have been far away. | “I've pot to go see what hap-| pened!” Carolyn breathed, tense, Her mother turned to her. “Where, dear? What is it?” Where, indeed! She didn't answer. She just stared into the siight. She could almost hear her own heart now, she suddenly real-| ized Where could she go? | She was thinking back frantically. | trying to remember some phrase | through the fatigue of the past] day and night's work at the labora- | tory that might help. If Robert had] only been more specific! .Or even if | she were sure the explosion was due | to what she feared! | She ran to their living room and lighted it, then opened the tele- | phone diretcory. H-—Ha—Ha—Hal | Hale— Hale— Hale —it offere dj three inches of Hales including R.| g& Robert W. and plain Robert. The | Fddresses didn’t help. She had no| idea where her employer resided, or | even if he had a home telephone. | But he signed all his letters plain | Robert Hale, so maybe

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» » } SHE CALLED the Robert Hale number and almost at once hung up again, Dr. Hale wouldn't be there! Of course he wouldn't, she veminded herself; he had left her to go to the farmhouse and receive the shipment of X-999. And of

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with indecision and inaction,

“Did you learn anything, honey?” |

“No. No, mother. Please go on to bed. I'm sure it’s noathing—nothing so—important.” Her voice jacked conviction and she knew it. “I'm going out agesin. Just to see.

VARIES TH T THE STATES.

You go to bed.” “But, Carolyn, Jate!” “Just a little past midnight. Bob said ” “Bob who?” “Dr. Hale My boss IT well, frankly, mother, I am anxious to learn what happened, I am sure— mean I hope he isn't—Look, I'll lephone you the moment I know fnything! You .go to bed now, there's a dear.” »

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CAROLYN talked jerkily as she literally snatched off pajamas and dressed again, gently commanding her mother as if she herself were the older of the two. She paused only to telephone for a waz on the sidewalk when it came “The explosion—to the Schoenfeld {.aboratory, driver. Please rush! am so “That's east, miss. THe explosion was sout'west, was? Cee, it knocked me outa my—!1" “Was it? Oh! Oh dear! ... I— look, driver, do you know a farmhouse out 30 miles? A-—a ‘deserted a place with land around" She stopped realizing how inadeauate that was, how silly really. Disress in her voice made him star at her Then let's go there!” she suddenly ordered. “Southwest, I mean. Until we learn—" “Okay!’ murmured roaring off. Two minutes later the taxicab gas positively erawling; but no— fhe glanced over at the speedometer —hardly erawling, at 48. The streets weren't erowded. The man screeched and skidded his tires on sudden turns. “Thisaway, I'm positive!” he shouted back to her. Then because he was highly interested himself, he

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ANSWER—1. Peanut Vendor; | Blues; 4. Wishing. .

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2. Moon Over Burma; 3. Sugar

ladded, “Don't vou worry about the fare, miss.’ | She hadn't even thought of that, but she felt a flash of gratitude. |He was a gentlemanly driver, and skilled.

| * » B | THEY passed several other taxi{cabs going southwest, and then a police car with siren shrilling passed them. They had to puil lover Yo let fire trucks go by. They [knew now they had the right direction. If fire trucks were coping from this distance, and this

taxi and long after the explosion, it must!

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even general no blaze was visible

{| Ambulances streaked by them twice (been run through a grinder, so

“Oh-h-h!" {from Carolyn. “What was | busted?” “I—I don’t know!” | He let it go at that. And 20 min{utes later they had the answer be{fore them.

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district, passed miles of outlying and were in the suburban industrial |area when the matter became more {plain “Gee!” murmured the driver, appalled. He slowed down because he had to, now. Tn a moment the traffic stopped him entirely. “Come on, miss! On foot, eh?” He was excited. » = w

EFFIENTLY he escorted her up a railroad embankment. He asked {questions of everybody. He climbed part wav up a power pole ladder the better to see, then boosted Carolyn up. He learned what they wanted to know,

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{a forist’s greenhouse covering two

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groceries, small firms and dwellings

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“—all the big furniture factory,

jacres, an old warehouse four stories high, a half mile of railroad track—!" Thus the awed driver summarized what they had learned from looking and listening. “Spies, hah? You think spies, miss? They oughta—" “Oh-o0-h!" Carolyn was inarticulate now. Devastation before them was] overwhelming. From her point six feet up the power pole she could see limitless wreckage. Twisted girders. Piles of brick and stone. Flames, Smoke. Bvery kind of | debris, It was as if the whole area had

small were the pieces. She wasn't familiar with this section of town and so couldn't tell what structures had actually gone down, but the whole lurid landscape here was a scene from Europe's hell,

She looked around to sides and rear. She couldn't even pick out her taxi now in the sea of cars, [that had crowded up behind. Honkings and shoutings, police whistles, wailing, sirens, all added to the general hysteria. She felt more and more impelled | fo do something. But what? Nothing before had ever struck her city like this. People and vehicles were packed around by the thousands and doubtless were Sa coming. Whatever could she 0? “I've got to !” she whispered desperately to herself. ‘I've got to find him!” (To Be Continued)

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