Indianapolis Times, Volume 37, Number 203, Indianapolis, Marion County, 25 December 1925 — Page 14
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Thi Love Dodger
BEGIN HEBE TODAY BARBARA HAWLEY, 35, braaks with sr flance. BRUCE REYNOLDS, and gels lob on the Indianapolis Telegraph, In -der to see life. ANDREW MeDEROTT. the managing editor takes an insrest in her because of his friendship it her father, now dead. She also makes friends with 808 EF FRIES. rough and ready police reporter, and with him covers many excitng assignments. Bruce lolna a real estate firm that Is starting a mil lion-dollar development scheme In a section called Vale Acres. Barbara starts out to prove that there are no eex limitations on achievement In the newspaper world. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XII mWISH,” said Barbara, pushing away her dessert, that Bruce and I hadn’t nroken off so theatrically. Mrs. Hawley gave a little queslonlng “hm-m.” It was the first lms that Barbara had mentioned Bruce since the quarrel. "You see,” continued Barbara houghtfully, “there Is something' I
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should like to tell him —something that a friend ought to tell him. But I can’t, after that high tragedy exit that he made. It would not do.” “What It Is, Bab?” “Well, I heard two men discussing his new real estate firm today and one of them said some pretty harsh things about this Manners, the senior partner. I observed him the day I was sent to his office. I don’t think I’d trust him myself, I wonder If Bruce knows what he’s about.” Mrs. Hawley considered the question a moment. “I don’t think you could suggest anything wrong about the firm without more definite reasons than those, Babs. You nothing but a chance * remark of a stranger to Judge by.” “Os course, that’s true,” answered her daughter, rising from the dinner table. “Better forget all about It.
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Tearing open a particularly violet pink envelope, Barbara jumped to her feet in a peal of laughter. “Just listen to this,” she cried.
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OUT OUR WAY—By WILLIAMS
After all, Bruce and I are no more to each other than strangers. I couldn’t even go to him as a friend, If I knew there was something wrong.” The telephone rang and Barbara ran to answer It, in the hasty nervous way she had acquired of late. Mrs. Hawley listened from the dining room. “Why yee, Bob," she heard her daughter say. “I’d love to go. Is It evening dress? Yes, I can get ready In time by coming home early Friday afternoon. What fun! All right Goodby.” Barbara came daclng back Into the dining room. “A chicken dinner at the Lighthouse Friday night, mumsy,” she cried. “All the newspaper crowd and some real champagne and oceans of local color.” She pivoted on one toe around the table. “Do you know how long It's been since I have been on a (lance floor?” she asked suddenly stopping in her flight “Exactly ten weeks, And I haven't had an evening dress on In that time, or been to a show.” She frowned, “What have I been doing mumsy?” "Mostly working. I think,” replied her mother. “And it won’t do. First thing you know, you'll get a wrinkle.” Barbara stared at her mother. "Don’t mumsy,” she exclaimed, "I’ve been reminded of my age three times today arid the memory is still sore. My goodness. 26 isn’t exactly a decrepit age. Is It?” “Os course not, but the kind of life you’re leading would bring wrinklee at 15, Barbara. And 25 Is a danger line, with all women. They either fade and shrivel ok blososm out at that point.” “Well, let’s forget it, and go shorten my evening dress, mumsy dear. I’m not too old to dance, anyhow." The plain little yellow taffeta lay In its box. primly folded. “It’s done good service, hasn't It, mother?” Barbara was shaking It out of Its tissue paper and dangling It by the sleeves. A withered rose tie dwith a hit of '.ulle fell out/ of the dress upon the hearth rug.
Mrs. Hawley covered It with her foot, and, when her daughter turned away, kicked It into the fire. • • • Bi~ “I ARBARA’S pay envelope felt bulkier than usual when she u__J called for It next day. She Angered It anxiously for she had heard tales of notes of dismissal enclosed In pay envelopes, without warning. Around the corner, by the drinking fountain, she tore it open hurriedly. There, Instead of the usual twenty dollar bill and five dollar bill, were a twenty 'and two fives. She went beaming back to the reporters’ enclosure. “What’s the matter, Barbarian?" asked Bob. "Have you Just scored a world beat, or did you meet anew man last night?” "Neither,” replied Barbara, too happy to recent the raillery. “I’ve got a raise.” “Hooray!” cried Bob. "Now we can both eat, even when I’m broke. What’s the grand promotion for?” “I don’t know, but maybe because I’ve been looking down-hearted and dissatisfied lately. Almost all In when night comes, nowadays. Bob.” "Nope. The Telegraph was never known to give a raise because a reporter looked as If he wanted one. Otherwise, we’d all spend our time before our mirrors learning to register dissatisfaction. You got that raise because the boss likes your work. You have a right to be upstage, after Just two months, on the sheet, Barbara.” "t’s only five dollars a week, you know, Bob, but Isn’t ft funny what a difference- It makes?” “Sure It does. It’s a symptom of success, first of all. And then It Is five dollars’ worth of good, spendable United States currency, too. Don’t ever forget that.” Barbara hummed a little tune as she went back to her desk. Jimmy had piled It high with the day’s accumulation lovelorn mall. She began to tear open the envelopes. picking the highly colored ones first and chuckling over the contents as she read. "How many mother-in-law letters today?” asked Myers, the timid little man who wrote the fiery play re-
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views. He stopped to glance over her shoulder. “No mothers-ln-law today, but a lot of boy friends and Ts-lt-wrong-to-pet?’ letters.” She was tearing open a particularly violent pink envelope, from which rose a strong odor of synthetic violets. The timid critic drew back as If from a gas attack. Barbara jumped to her feet, In a peal of laughter. “Just listen to this," she cried. Everybody looked up. "Dear Winnlfred: “I am writing to you because I know you are sympathetic with the troubles of young girls. I’m not so awfully young—24, In fact, but with my hair bobbed, my friends say I am as cute and young looking as a kid of 16. “Now my troube Is that I have fallen In love with a man who Is by far my social superior. He hardly knows I am on earth yot. But I feel that If I can not attract his attention and make him love me, my heart will bleed. “This young man Is very nice mannered, dear Miss Winnlfred. And I am sure he looks upon me as a gentleman should. But will you tell me how I can make him notice me more and really love me, as I feel I must be loved, unless my heart Is going to break?” “VIOLETTA." "P. S. —How can I take besr stains out of a pink silk klmona? “P. B.—ls there any way to make eye lashes curl? Mine or beautiful and heavy, hut they are quite straight. It is really very aggravating, as my eyes themselves are considered beautiful.” “She needn’t say anything mor6, need she?” laughed Barbara. “ I can see the lady us plainly as If she were before my eyes. She wears a net breakfast cap and drinks beer In a pink silk klmona, and her bed is never made from one day to the next.” “I can tell you more than that,” said Byers. ’’She sprays extract of violets on all her clothes with a sixfoot hose. And I’ll bet she sleeps In her earrings.” "Shame on you two,” cried Bob. “The poor kid really wants advice. And heaven knows she needs It. Give her a really good hunk of Win-
OUR BOARDING HOUSE—By AHERN
FRIDAY, DEC. 25,1925
nifred. Babs. Tell her the way sh 4 should go to snare the superior young man. I’ll bet he’s A handsome young ribbon clerk." “Not so sure of that," replied Byers, thoughtfully. “I’ve known doctors and lawyers and even new* paper men to fall for a girl whose eyes are considered beautiful and whose lashes are long and heavyi beer stains and violet perfume and all. That kind of woman Is quite free of the hoodoo of Intellect In her sex life. I’ll bet Violetta would b dangerous to any man In this office.^ “Blah I" remarked Bob, elegantly^ Barbara was writing the last paras graph of her answer to Violetta when he came and leaned against hoj desk. "Just a minute, Bob," she said, “till I finish telling the pink silk kimona how to land the man of her heart though she undoubtedly knows more about It than I’ll eva( know." "Not at all," he replied. “You women are all alike. Colonel’s lady and historic Judy—both vamps from birth, by instinct. And only a slight difference In your methods." “Well. Mr. Wise Man, what can Z do for you?” “This Is how It Is, Babs. Seem* Miss Badger got up this dinner party Friday night and has told somebody I am going to take her. Heaven knows why she should, but since she Is hostess, or at least originator of the pow wow, I honestly haven’t got the nerve to let her down. “I didn’t know she meant me foi* her very own when she was asking! me If I could go. Gosh, Barbara, I hate It. I’d rather take you a thou* sand times. You know that. But she'll label me & blackguard and an Insulter of defenseless womanhood I back out now. “I’ll tell you. Simbad 8u 111 van, hasn't any girl, and he’s dying to take you, anyhow. Says you look like a peach of a dancer. I’ll pick up Miss Badger and Sullivan and come by for you at 7 o’clock tomorrow night. If that’s all right with you. We can all pile In the old boat." Barbara smiled at him. “Os course It’ll be all right, Bob. You’ll see that Simbad Is sober, won’t you?” (To Be Continued)