Indianapolis Times, Volume 37, Number 226, Indianapolis, Marion County, 21 January 1926 — Page 12

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Dodger By VIRGINIA SWAIN

BEGIN HEBE TODAY BARBARA HAWLEY. C 6. prefer* a career to the Jilts REYNOLDS. her fiance, and pet a Job on the Indianapolis Telegraph. Adventure brains at a roadhouse where a prominent man kills himself and, by means of a red scarf, Barbara connects LYDIA STAGY, wealthy widow, with th Mr“ 0 Stacy likes Bruce. When he repels her advances she tells AW* DREW MoDERMOTT. editor of the Telegraph, that Bruy’s realty firm. Vale Acres, is crooked. As though to bear this out. Manners. Bruces partVIOLETTE CRANBY. a factory girl, who is advised by Barbara's ‘'lovelorn” column. Barbara, bitter, plunges into her work. At a women's club , convention she sees Manners and has him arrested. He implicates Bruce. Barbara tries to get Mrs. Stacy to testify for Bruce. She refuses. Barbara confronts her with the rod scarf. At the last moment of the trial Mrs. Stacy surprises by defending Bruce, who then is acquitted. McDermott’s daughter. Fancy, who shares Barbaras apartment, marries Jerome Ball, man about town, and thev go to dhieago. Barbara is lonely and when a child is born to A loletla Mid Bruce she is even more depnwsed. She accepts a Jcb on a New York theatrical magazine. In New York , the first thing she does is call up 808 JEFFRII-S. her friend and former police reporter for the Telegraph, who is employed on a New York dally. ... CHAPTER XXXV /JZSIHERE was a moment's wait, | r F| during Which Barbara held UAJ her breath. Then a man’s voice said "Hello.’' •‘Bob,’’ she cried, "this is Barbara. I’m here!” "Barbara who?" "Barbara Hawley, of course. Didn’t you know?’’ “Why, Babs, I had no Idea you were In town. Gee, for a minute I was racking my brains to think who Barbara could he, here In New York. But what brings you here?” She told him In a breath, jumbling her sentences and not waiting for a reply, v When she had finished, he broke In, "Fine and dandy, Babs. Hope you’ll like our town. Great place In many wayß, Pretty bad, in others.” He paused, Barbara waited a moment and then plunged Into gossip from Indianapolis. lie had said nothing about seeing her, They talked on for a few moments. At last Bob said, “What are you doing tonight?” "Nothing.” Her answer was breathless. "Well, suppose I come by about seven and take you to dinner and a

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show. Then we’ll step a uance or two. If you say so.” "Gorgeous,” breathed Barbara. After a steaming bath and an hour’s sleep, Barbara made her way to the hotel beauty shop. "I want everything necessary to make me look my best,” she said to the haughty dame in charge. Her bill astonished her but she paid it without flinching and went back to her room. The attendants had worked wonders with her skin and hair. When the dress came hack, Barbara slipped into it with a little shiver of pleasure. It was of silver lace and blue velvet ribbons, a last minute purchase In Indianapolis. The telephone bell tinkled. “Someone waiting for you in the lobby. Miss Hawley,” said the smooth voice of the switchboard girl. Barbara snatched up her cape, shot a last look in the mirror and rushed out. Bob stepped up to her she left the elevator. He was wearing an evening jacket whose tails did not stick out like an angry rooster’s. "Babs,” he cried, wringing her hand. "Gosh, but It’s good to see you!” "it’s good to be here, too. Bob.” "We’ll catch a taxi outside and rush right oyer to the Salon d’Argent.” The Salon d’Argent was on Broadway In the Roaring Forties. “Let’s leave the cab knd walk a little way.” said Barbara. "I want to get a good view.” Bob smiled and told the driver to stop. They walked along silently for R few minutes, gibbons and mammoth splotches of colored lights flickered and changed overhead. Bob let her look her fill for some moments. ‘‘How do yoB like it. Babs?” he asked at last. Barbifra shivered. “It’s gross and terrifying, hut it's beautiful. I’m glad I'm going to learn to know it all. But I hope I can fight back at It, too.” They were entering the doorway of the Salon d'Argent. Steps led downward to -a .lobby, where attendants stepped forward for their wraps. The dining room beyond was winduwless and low-ceillnged.

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BARBARA MEETS 808 IN NEW YORK AND GOES TO WORK FOR THE THEATRICAL MA GAZINE

The room was crowded with small tables. Barbar’s first glimpse was of a multitude of black coats on rotund bodies, back to back, down aisle after aisle of tiny tables. At last they were settled at a table and a waiter was handing them menu cards. There was a stirring at the tables around them. Barbara glanced over her shoulder and saw the crowd making toward a cleared space in the center of the room, so small that had not before noticed it. “Are they going to try to dance there?” she whispered to Bob. "Sure thing,” he answered. “But they won’t dance. They’ll just loch their partners in their arms and stand still rhythmically. That was precisely what they did. "I know a lot of places down in the village that are more fun than this,” remarked Bob. “‘But I thought for your first night you should see gay Broadway at its gayest. This place is supposed to hit as fast a pace as any. But for me—give me more food and more room and a bit less gayety.” Barbara sat watching the dancers, too much fascinated to do more than nibble at the elaborate dishes which the waiter had set before her. The music stopped and the dancers crept back, an inch at a time, to the tables they had left. "We’ll just eat here and perhaps do our dancing after the show,” said Bob. ‘"l'A’e tickets for the Follies.” Barbara beamed at him. “I’m having such a gorgeous time.” "That's good. You're looking a knockout tonight, too. Barbara. Never saw you looking so well.” She flushed. It was the first masculine praise she had heard for a long time. "How can people get tired of New York and talk all that rot about the joys of their home towns, and so forth?” she asked. Bob smiled. "To tell the truth, Babs. I myself hanker after Indianapolis sometimes. It's when I’m alone and can’t think of a congenial soul to spend the evening with that I get a burrring desire for the old Telegraph office and its gang and' the movie theaters back on Illinois St. Barbara shook her head. "The movie theaters on Illinois St., when

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you can have the real theaters on Broadway!- I don’t undeVstand it.” “Well, I don’t want to be a gloom spreader, but Just wait till you’ve been here a while. You’ll he sneaking off for Indianapolis some of these times, if only for a two or three-day visit. Think I’ll go back myself for Christmas. May have a special reason then, anyhow.” Barbara ldoked at him curiously, but he vouchsafed no explanation of his remark. "I’ll chance it,” she said. The spasms of music and the wrestlings of the crowd on the checkerboard dance floor went on, Barbara noticed many faces that were flushed with drink. Corks popped on all sides and waiters passed with an endless supply of Ice buckets. "Have you had enough of this, Babs?” asked Bob, looking at his watch, "Not really enough.” she answered, “but if it’s late we’ll have to go. There’ll be other nights.” "Yes,” said Bob, "but if I were you I’d ask my friends to introduce me to some of the really good European restaurants around town, and the tearooms where you see real people—people you’ve read about. They don’t hang rtround these Joints.” Barbara looked at him anxiously. “I haven’t any friends In New York, you know," she said quietly. They took another taxi to the theater. As they drove through FortyEighth St. Bob leaned out of the window. “That’s where your office is, Babs’. See the sign on the window?” Barbara looked out. Several stories up there was a large window bearing the words, “Footlights Magazine.” “Is that where Harvey Christopher has his- office?” she said to Bob. "Harvey Christopher! For land's sake, you didn't think he hung uround that magazine joint did you? AVhy, his criticisms are all written up in the Adirondack.* or down at Palm Beach. He never blows into the Footlights office.” "Why, yes, T thought so,” Barbara replied. "His name was signed to the letter I received.” “It was signed by a seertary

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then,” said Bob. "None of the men of his class hang around the magazine offices. They don't have to.” Barbara said no more, but stared out the taxi window at the passing throngs. As they left the theater several hours later, Bob pulled out his watch. ”1 say, Babs, that was a long show. It’s nearly midnight. If you don’t mind, I think we'll postpone the dancing till another night. I have to catch an early train to Albany in tjie morning.” “All right with me,” replied Bar bara. "I’m a little tired, anyway.” He said good night in the Carimore lobby. “I’ll ring up here or at the Footlights office In a day or two, Babs. We'll plan another party and I want you to meet some of the newspaper people here.”' "Fine, Bob. Call me at the office. I don't think I shall sport the Carlmore for many days, at fourteen dollars per.” • • • rrn.V Monday morning, Barbara fj I made her first call at the I magazine office. It was at the head of a steep flight of stairs in an old brownstone building. The first room she entered was more reassuring. It had a thick carpet, mahogany desks and a squad of typists. No one looked up as Barbara entered. She stood near the door for a moment, nerA’OUsly twisting a button on her coat. Then she went quickly forward and spoke to the woman at the nearest desk. ”1 should like to speak to the editor. My name is Barbara Hawley.” The young woman nodded to a seat and left the room. Soon she returned and led Barbara into an inner offices. Here the carpet was still thicker and the mahogany still richer than Jmthe outer room. "Mr. Miller.” said the stenographer. She went out. Miller was a heavy-jowled, brighteyed man. He did not rise as Barham approached, but nodded cheerily and pointed to a chair at the end of his desk. Barbara sat down. "AA'ell, well. Miss Hawley. T'm glad to meet you. How's Broadway teen treating you?” “A'-ery well I suppose. But I’ve

scarcely met It. I’m to go to work today, am I not?” Miller raised his eye&rows. “All business, what? Well, so much the better. Yes, you'll find your desk In your own office waiting for you. . "Betsy Furnivall will help you until you get the run of things here. "After a few days, you can begin with stage interviews. Os course, you’ve done enough of them to know how to go about it. Never any trouble getting them, naturally. Trouble Is to fight off the actors that want to give them." Barbara, smiled. “No, stage are never press-shy, I’ve learned.” Miller interrupted. “Another thing, Miss Hawley. I’ve read a good deal of your theater stuff In your home town paper and liked it. But I’ve also noticed a regrettable tendency in you to tell truth at all costs. Used to wonder how the paper let some of your reviews get by. Pretty peppery, weren't you, sometimes?” Barbara answered hctly. "The Telegraph was rather an Independent newspaper, Mr. Miller, That’s one reason I liked to work for It. Mr. McDermott would print! anythingthat was real news, no matter whom It hit.” The man smiled. “Must have been in Utopia.” The man sat looking at her over hiis black cigar for some moments, a gleam* of amusement In his’ eyes. Then he arose. "I’ll take you to your office and Introduce you to - Miss Furnivall." They passed down a corridor to a row of small glass-enclosed rooms. Miller led the way down the row until they came to one in which a woman was operating a typewriter at breakneck speed. Her hands dropped from the machine and she turned to face them as they entered. Miller introduced them and Miss Furnh'all gave Barbara a smile that •lit up her face surprisingly. ‘‘Show Miss Hawley the ropes, please, Betsy,”'said Miller. “She has come to learn Broadway as I*. She's going to do the 'Tea, for Two’ column and some interveiws.” Miss Furnivall smiled again at Barbara, as Miller left the room. “Are you all alone in New York, Miss Hawley? Have you found a place to live?”

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“No, I really haven’t looked yea. I’m at the Carimore, but I meant to look for a email apartment this afternoon.” .'/‘‘The Carimore! You can’t stay there very long, unless you wish tb spend a fortune. I know a girl who Is forced to sublet her apartment In Fifty-First St., furnished, at a very loav price. Would you like to .look at It? It’s a two-room kitchenette. I don’t think you’d want to live in a boarding house, would you?” “Oh, no, if I can afford anything else.” Miss Furnivall nddded. “At noon, I’ll run over with you to look at It, If you like.” She began to explain the mechanism of the Footlights staff to Barbara. * * • OIIE apartment proved too be singularly attractive. Its tenant, a pretty girl playing In a Broadway hit, had been drafted to travel with a road company, shortly after she signed the lease. Barbara made some quick computations. “I think it will do admirably,” she said to Miss Furnivall. Before they left, she had written a check for the first month’s rent. “My own apartment Is not far from here,” said Miss Furnivall, as they were on their way back to the office. ”1 hope you will come to see mo sometimes. You should try to get acquainted with as many people *as you can. New York is a very lonely city.” When they reached the office, she followed Miss Furnivall into her office and perched herself on the corner of the desk. Miss Furnivall removed her hat and coat and sat aewn opposite Barbara. / “Haven’t you enjoyed living here, Miss Furnivall? New York seeins such a. glorious place to me. Everything a person could wish is here, just waiting to be grasped—plays, books, music, Interesting friends, contacts with people of many nations. I should think the variety would never fail.” Miss Furnivall looked straight ahead. ”1 know. It used to seem that way to me, twenty years ago. But now it’s just a wilderness. The

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more people here, the more stranJSi faces. Plays and music and all the glitter pall on one after & time. It’s a sad thing that human nature Is as fickle in its pleasures as In its loves. But a few of us can enjoy the same things for any length of time.” Barbara frowned. "Oh. hut I hope it won’t be that way with me. I’m going to hang onto my interest as long as I can.” Miss Furnivall nodded. “Yes, ns long as you can. That’s all anyone can do.” • • * mHE second and third day at the Footlights office passed much as the first. On the evening of the third day, Barbara made, ready to leave the Carimore. Her luggage had been sent ahead to the new apartment, when she came down Into the lobby at nine o'clock to check out. Her hill paid and hpr key turned in, Barbara went to the telephone switchboard. “It you have a call for me, will you please give this number?” Bhe handed the girl a card with the new number and address. Bob had-not made good his promise to telephone her. Barbara unlocked the door of the kitchenette and switched on the lights. The place was very attrao. live by lamplight, with Its little grand piano, its rich rugs and panel of gay tnpesty against lwrt.ll. The tea table suggested tet.es and the armchairs bespoke long, comfortable conversations. In the tiny kitchen the equipment was t'oniplete. Barbara ran to the telephone and called the Leader-Herald. “Bob,” she said a moment later, "I have a home of my own now and T'm dying to entertain somebody. Will you come to dinner with me Sunday?” "Sure thing, Babs, and since you're dying to entertain, I have a friend you'd like to meet. Shall we both come?” • “Indeed, yes. One man's good, but two are better.” “Well, It’ll be a little surprise for you. We’ll be there at seven o’clock, Babs.” (To Be Continued)