Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 16 May 1941 — Page 42

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2 I ! YESTERDAY — Bill Jenks, reporter for a sensational tabloid, visits Card- = shan. Paula meets him, tips him to a # story on the League meeting. That =: might, Paula, and Bill hide in a barn, = watch Leagge members assemble. Kilo ‘ comes, introduces- Chris. When Bill snaps a picture, Paula tries to warn Chris. He blames her for meddling.

CHAPTER FOUR DR. VAN HORN studied the tab-

(of worry creased his forehead as

. he addressed his secretary, “Miss “ ‘Beggs, have you reached Dean Lar“son?” . . “Yes, sir. He says the young man in the photograph is Christo- . pher Wentrich.” > “And the girls?” . “The dean of women has identi-

"fled one as Paula Jeffers.” : Van Horn hunched his big shoul-|

"ders forward. “There must be some i mistake.. Miss Jeffers is one of our * best students. “What about the other girl?”

Be tr: “The dean could only verify the

ct that she’s a blond, sir.” e “A blong. ..” Van Horn muttered. “Of course, she would be a blond.” _ He straightened. “Very well, Miss » Beggs. Will you kindly arrange for ¢ Miss Jeffers and Wentrich to be in my office before noon? I al interview Miss Jeffers first.” When his secretary had gone, Van Horn again bent over the newspaper. The photograph bore the cap- - tion: SORORITY GIRL INVADES . LEAGUE MEETING. The faces of

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Lk. Kilo’s features were obliterated by

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Van. Horn sighed deeply, his heavy fingers beating a muted tattoogn the desk top. “Foolish, foolish youngsters . . .” wo 8 a 3» . * CLIMBING the stairs to Van Horn’s office, Paula fought for com- . posure. The president arose as she entered and said courteously, “Good morning, Miss Jeffers. Please have & chair.” a For several moments he occupied

himself at his desk.

Paula felt the wisdom and toler-

. ance of the man. =

He looked up, gestured toward the . “You've seen this, Miss

P “Then . you know why you're ~ = here?”

ect to break yourself?” “I didn’t go for that purpose,” : Paula said, ’ “Then why ...” “I'm sorry, Dr. Van Horn. ..., “It ... would involve others.” He nodded. “I see. Do you object

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others?” “Please ask them, Dr. Van Horn.” “Miss Jeffers, are you interested ‘dn stirring ‘up conflict at Cardman?” or “Of course not!”

quarrel. begun that would result in unpleasant publicity for the school?” ~ “I’m sure no one wants that—not ' even the League,” Paula replied. “Perhaps‘not. . . . Do you think

. the Greek-letter societies are forc-

ing this fight?” “No, sir.” This time Paula was

“Well, they have their faults, - Miss Jeffers, but: on the whole they're a good influence.” He arose and, moving to the window, gazed across the campus. “Cardman is ‘my life,” he said softly. “Here fone group must not. be pitted t another. There is too

¥ “Will y ie, Dr. Van Horn? I-—I feel that , 100.” :

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sto talk to him until he had seen .|she went to meet him.

{happened last night wasn’t my fault. .|Jenks was coming to’ the meeting

“Just a couple of Sunday drivers!”

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serious difficulties, but his record is, er, turbulent. How can ‘you: be 50 certain of his future behavior?” Paula turned, her eyes shining. “I—TI’ll see to it, Dr. Van Horn— personally!” He smiled .down into her flushed, determined face. “Yes, I believe you will, Miss Jeffers. I. shall remember ‘your ‘promise when I ‘talk with Wentrich.” . “Thank you,” Paula whispered. “Just one thing more, Miss Jeffers. You may think a great deal is be-| ing made of this affair. - You will notice that the newspaper story makes it appear that I am at fault for siding with the Greek-letter societies. I must warn you that certain outside interests would like to make trouble on the campus. It’s the duyt of every student who loves Cardman to fight them.’ Good day, Miss Jeffers.”

EMERGING from the dusky corridors of the Administration building, Paula stood blinking -in the brilliant’ sunshine, A dozen questions prowled through her mind. Who were the “outside interests?” Why had Jenks’ paper played up the Why had Jenks himself

‘a biased viewpoint? w Chris coming up the path and dodged behind a corner of the buildling. ‘She didn’d want

Van Horn, She waited on a bench

until his ‘tall figure emerged, -then

Chris said coldly, “Hello, Paulie.” + “Chris, don’t be an idiot. What

“I don’t néed anyone to watch out for me, Paulie,” he said. Paula bit her lip, then grinned up at him. “Crab! Look, Christopher, we're pals. How about telling the little gal what happened in Van Horn’s office?” = "“Plénty,” Chris mumbled. “First he gave me canned lecture No. 1, then he told me he was disbanding the League until after commencement.” J Paula whistled in amazement. “That took plenty of nerve, Chris. “You're going to do what he says, aréen’t. you?” Sie Chris stared at her crossly. “Say, like you'd adopted me.” Paula flushed. “This is important, Chris. You can’t throw away four years of work for some ridiculous—" Sed But Chris was staring across the campus. “Look, there’s Kilo. I've got to break the news to her.” Tiny flecks of gold swam into Kilo’s green eyes as she listened. “So he thinks he can stop us with ‘another 'ruling!” « She tossed her lovely head. “We'll ‘have something

|to’say about that, won't we, Chris?” “Yan \

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jorn said the whole ed out next year.” “Next year!” Kilo sneered. “He

soft on me?” a The old reckless look flickered in his eyes. “Count on old Christopher all the way, Kilo!” he grinned. | “No, Chris!” Paula cried. But she knew it wasn’t any use. . ‘

“Chris, youre not going

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