Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 19 May 1941 — Page 16

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. « By W. H. PEARS

YESTERDAY: Paula and Tony are de-" - termined to keep Chris out of trouble. They enlist the help of Dr. Lud, who explains that Kilo’s uncle, Big Barney «SRerwood, is looking for an excuse to ust Dr. Van Horn, replace him with a _Mand-picked politician. If the LeagueFraternity fight continues, Sherwood will | age that. En route home, Dr. Lud sur- . ‘prises Paula by telling her that Tony Igyes her. She knows it is true.

CHAPTER, VI *IT’S NOT TRUE, it’s not true,” Paula told herself over and over. “Why, Tony would laugh at the ' idea!” For hours she had been tossing restlessly on her bed, trying to erase Dr. Lud’s words from her

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mind, But the more she thought about it the less sure she was. Had she been so blinded by love for Chris: that she couldn't see how Tony felt? - ula sat up in bed, moonlight silvering her slim shoulders. Memories pushed in on her—the eager y ‘Tony's fingers sought hers; the wistful ¥ight in his brown eyes when she caught his gaze on her; his stubborn refusal to date any of the Gamma Tau girls. It all added up; Paula couldn’t

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- her pillow, and a fierce determination came over her never, never to hprt Tony . .. ‘When she finally slept, her thoughts had left Tony and. returned to Chris. J i » « #EL THE NEXT morning was eloudy and cool. She set off across the . campus, her mind made up to snatch Chris away from Kilo even if she had to club him. Later in the afternoon. she met Chris stolling across the campus: “Hey, wait up for a gal” she called to him. : Fo !Chris turned, an unreadable exession in his fire-blue eyes. Paula

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0 see her or not. “Hi, Paulie. How're things and ” oy “So, so, podner,” ‘Paula drawled. “How’s the lone ranger?” “It's exam time, Paula,” he replied. “Old Christopher grindeth

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voice, but let it pass! “How about buying me a coke for old-time’s sake?” : “Well , . .” Chris rubbed the end 0! ose in embarrassment. “I'd like 0, Paula, but I've already promised . . .” : Paula said lightly, “Oh, well, in that-case , , .” But a lump rose to

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part of anger and one part of hurt. “Some other time.” “Hey, wait, pal,” Chris said, itching her arm. “Don’t be like

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(Paula’s pride wanted to snap a “No!” at him, ‘but her heart would have none of it. “I you really want me to, Chris.” . “You betcha, Paulie!” He flashed reckless grin at her in the .old iliar way. “So long.” : - 1*So long . . .” Paula murmured, and turned back toward the Gamma Tau house. £

3 ” » 2 3 ‘AT THE house a letter. awaited her, a letter which she took along when she went to meet Chris the ext afternoon. ; no mood to talk over the din a juke box, Paula vetoed: the Sweetland and suggested a walk along Tinker’s Creek. "They walked nearly a mile with-

t saying much, then Chris flopped |

Rimself on the bank of the creek. “Been seeing Tony?” Chris asked

ally. “Some,” Paula replied. “We had a talk with Dr. Lud.” “About what?” Chris demanded: “F never could -see why you and Tony always idolized that guy.” i“He’s honest, Chris,” Paula said, remembering with a pang. Lud’s about Tony. “When” he = 1 you something you can believe

Chris scowled. “Such as?” i*The League,” Paula burst out. , did you ever hear of Big ey Sherwood?” - “I've not only heard of him,” ‘ boasted, “I've met him. He up to see Kilo and he let me

that Big Barney ‘was an ‘unscrupulous politician and not a man to be admired like Dr. Van Horn or Dr. Lud?

“Chris, will you listen to the truth about Big Barney?” “How do I know it’s the truth? A lot of crazy rumors don’t mean anything.” “Chris, don’t you see? The League's trying to put Dr. Van Horn on the spot!” : “So what?” Chris demanded. “Van Horn’s an old fogey. Big Barney’ll ‘hire someone that’ll take the fraternities down off their high horse.” Paula said scornfully, “And you're working with Kilo to put over a dirty deal like that?” Chris chuckled. “Now don’t get yourself in an uproar Paulie. The League's out to get the Greek-let-ter outfits, not Van Horn.” “That's what you think, but you're being used as a tool.” Chris got to his feet, his mouth tight-drawn.. “I think we'd better be going back, Paulie.” “No, wait, Chris.” Paula caught his sleeve and pulled . him back. “Youre only being stubborn. - You don’t care anything about ‘the e. It's just a lark for you.” “Maybe it is,” Chris admitted. “But I get a boot out of it, and I can’t see any harm in—" “That's just it; there may be harm. I know you, Chris. You'd hate yourself if you got mixed up in some political mess.” Tearszfilled Paula’s eyes. “Think of Tony and me. We're your friends. e .care a lot what happens to. you.” i She buried her face in his coat

and sobbed.

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PAULA fumbled in her pocket, brought out the letter. “Read it.” A moment later Chris handed it back to her. “You—you did this for me, Paulie? Why?” “Because—because . . . oh, I know you can write, but you'll need practical experience. Dad does business with this big New York publishing house. I told him if he could find an opening to let me know. Chris, I'm sorry if I've meddled, but. . . .” - “Paulie,” Chris spoke grayely, “will they try to boss me a lot?” “I—I'm sure they won’t, Chris. If they do you can quit. But don’t you see, if you get into trouble here Deg can’t recommend you for the 0! ” Chris took a deep breath. ‘“Maybe it’s worth a try, Paulie.” ° “Then you'll give up the League?” Chris said softly, “I think you're a very swell girl.” “Oh, Chris . ..” (To Be Continued)

(All events, names and characters in this

story are fictitious.)

GIRL RECOVERS SIGHT; BLUE DISAPPOINTING

BURLINGTON, Vt. (U. P.).— Blind since 3 months old, Miss Elizabeth Barnard, 29, recovered her sight when the 12th operation in 21 years proved successful. Miss Barnard finds walking with sight a new sensation but says the

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visioned blue as “lovely and gooding” now finds it is “some-

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