Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 30 September 1941 — Page 19

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THIS PREVIEW

. AND WEOWE IT ALL TO IS SENSATIONAL !”-

THOSE POLECAT PIES” THAT LI'L HILLBILLY LADY BAKES? SHE MUST NEVER KNOW . HOW WERE USING v7 “EM #7-WONDER WHATD FZ HAPPEN IF ANYONE A ACTUALLY ATE ONE?

THEY WANTS ME T" RUSH A DOZEN MORE PIES T/TH’ STUDIOS THEY JEST CAIN'T GIT ‘NUFF OF EM I7- WHUT WONDIFUL APPY-TITES.”

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BRIDE FROM THE SKY

[By HELEN WELSHIMER

! THE STORY: Judy Allen finally feels , that ‘her mixed-up life is straightened i out when she decides to marry handsome, dependable Philip Rogers, attor- . mey for. the magazine of which she is . an iate editor, instead of impulsi aviator Sandy Ammerman. Newspaper stories linking Sandy romantically with heiress Peg Gordan convince Judy that she does not care for him, that she does | love Philip. Her plans are going forward, with nothing to disturb Judy exeept the possibilities of trouble with her Jealous secretary, Sara Fuller. Then Sandy makes an appearance the day before the wedding. Judy’s father, not knowing ‘his daughter once thought herself in love with Sandy, is puzzled. CHAPTER FOURTEEN JUDGE ALLEN at once “sought his pretty, plump wife and explained that an intruder had entered the drawing room. “Oh, I know,” she explained with a funny, feminine laugh that had been nice at 20 but was misplaced at 50. “It’s that aviator . . . the v 3E : . . OFF ) one Judy used to mention some- “ Eo 3 ry bh times. He made a parachute and They say everything she touches turns to alimony!” j ; ii , hy It intended to marry Judy if anybody aon = ae lft bought it or something of the sort.| THIS CURIOUS WORLD Nobody wanted it, though.” : Ee Sean

In the drawing room, meantime, » Wl Judy had accepted the silver tea service, asked Sandy to sit down, and - uncovered a plate of cinnamon toast. Sandy was out of place in his boots, his khaki trousers tucked into them, his leather jacket. “Any of my bridesmaids will be thrilled to see you,” she told him as she handed him an ancestral cup. “I didn’t come to select a bridesmaid,” he answered, putting down the silver cup, strolling to the long| French windows and looking at al“ lump of green bushes which con- MAY STAND FOR. cealed a bend in the road. “I came 700 YEARS about us.” = 5 ’ “About, us?” ; - AFTER R ITS DEATH /. He turned from the window and == walked toward her swiftly. He did not touch her, but the old a'ory yas in his eyes when he 10oked at er. “Judy, Judy, how did we ever tome to such a pass?” he asked. “How did we ever come .to such 8 pass?” she repeated, her voice cold. “Darling, you were fun for short jaunts, but people have to pay rent on this earth! To pay rent men need steady jobs.. ‘Why not find someone like, say, Peg, who doesn’t need to do anything but dook beautiful?” His eyes had looked tired. Now suddenly he grinned. “Jealous?” he asked. ; : “A little when I get to romancing. Not much, though, because I'm getting the best of the bargain.” = » =» - DUSK WAS COMING rapidly. A pretty bridesmaid stuck her head through the draperies and reminded Judy that it was time to meet the bridegroom. ; “Goodby—good hunting,” Judy > . bold the tall young aviator. ; : NEXT—Who Introduced finger bowls to America? “ y, Judy,” he said, and held out a browned, muscular hand.

TORS MYSTIFIED AS TO THE EXACT NATURE OF HIS AlL— MENT BUT ALL AGREE IT MUST HAVE BEEN SOMETHING HE ATE.

- —By Bushmiller

I WISH I COULD GET HIM OUT OF MY MIND=I CAN'T STAND THE SIGHT OF HIM ANYMORE!

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SHAY LETS 6C OUTSIDE. WE MUST MAKE CERTAIN NO ONE OVERHEARS US?

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RECONER GRANNY'S EMERALD, YOU REALIZE THAT, 2 DONT NOU?

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SORRY, PAL ----YOU LOSE / ) CALL ME UP: SOME TIME AND LET ME KNOW HOW You MADE OUT /

WELL FLIP A COIN, FRecCK ! THE LOSER HAS TO GO IN/ : YOU CALL IT!

Ves, I'M Doris WINTON! ARE YOU FRECKLES MEGOOSEY

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YA RUN ON SILK STOCKINGS . IS NOTHING NEW,” SAYS MISS A. RACEK , PORTAGE, : WISCONSIN.

“Judy dear?” Phil asked. “You’re|dress, Judy started to brush her

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*We'll not be meeting. I like high ceilings best. Maybe I'll find a star and give it your name.” : Then he was gone, quietly, quickly, leaving no echoes. hilip came a little later, es-

! corted by a.few of his ushers. Two

of the ushers already had arrived, two more were expected before the rehearsal dinner. The old house was filled with youth and song and music. The group became more

verent: at: the church ‘where re-|

Bearsal was held. Bhe. admired the bride’s cake, watched two maids cut the wedding cake and’ place the pieces in the waiting boxes. Sne gave ier mother a list of names of people in ‘New York to whom some of the boxes should ‘be sent. s Every house guest was resting, waiting - for the wedding, when

Miss Mattie, the town dressmaker,}

knocked against Judy’s: door. “Were you sleeping?” she asked,

a8 though she had entered a place’

sacred ‘to Cherubim and Seraphim. “It’s the lace on the wedding dress. Your grandmother’s dress, that I remade for you. a worn thread a little while ago which I never. noticed in the final fitt g” at

Judy’ slipped the billowy masses] . of lace and tulle ruffies over her

head. She stood still, not even obJecting. when the ker adJusted the veil and asked her to lip into the white satin pumps. SE # ” TELEPHONE on her desk 0. ring and she smiled at Miss Mattie, motioning her to leave the room, “I'll bring the dress to the room for any final

the receiver. +: “Yes?”

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sewing stitches,” she promised, picking: up|

supposed to be asleep.” “So are you, and furthermore you aren’t to see the bride on the wedding day before you meet her at the altar—or aren't you planning to be there?” From the living room below. she heard the orchestrated rhythm of the wedding march where five musicians . followed Mendelssohn down a vista of familiar sound. “Enjoying the concert?” she asked Phil. “Are you sure you'll be ready on time,” ’ “More than ready. I have my silk topper, my gloves, my gardenia— everything I need. I'll be seeing you at the altar. Goodby, honey.” Making no move to remove her

glowing hair. She felt peaceful, rested, not at all excited. “I was more excited on my first merry-o-round,” she said aloud. “How did you expect to feel? As though you were going into a-tail-spin?” a man’s low voice asked. Turning, Judy saw Sandy, wear=-

ing over the window sill from the terrace outside her room. “You see, honey, Phil would make 2 gg husband for you.” He he! r firmly by the wrists. “That, my sweet, is why you are marrying me.” (Te Be Continued)

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

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