Indianapolis Times, Volume 37, Number 227, Indianapolis, Marion County, 22 January 1926 — Page 20

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ZZi e LovE Dodger By VIRGIN IA SWAIN

BEGIN HERE TODAY BARBARA HAWLEY, 25. jilts BRUCE REYNOLDS, her fiance, because she wants to see life. She sets a job on ho Indianapolis Telegraph. Adventure begins at a roadhouse, where a prominent man kills hlmsell and Barbara connects LYDIA STACY, wealthy widow, with the rv.ee by means ol a red fwarl. Mrs. Starry likes Bruce. When refuses her advances, she tells ANDREW MrfDERMOTT. editor of the Telegraph, that, Bruce's realty firm. Vale Acres, ts crooked. Then Manners. Bruce's partner. Bl> b£?£ weds VIOLETTA CRANHY. factory girl. who was advised by Barbara’b “lovelorn” column. Barbara plunges Into A'-ork to try to forget. At a women's club convention she meets Manners and lias him arrested. He implicates Bruce. ... Barbara confronts Mrs. Stacy with the red scarf in an effort to get her to testify for Bruce. Mrs. Stacy refuses, but at the last moment of the trial takes the stand and clears Bruce. McDermott's daughter. Fancy, who shares Barbara’s apartment, weds JEROME BALL, man about town. Barbara is lonely. A child Is born, to Violetta and Bruce and that gives her another lonely pang. , , _ . , Barbara aoeeptß a job offered in a letter from Harvey Christopher, dramatic critic of the Footlights Magazine in Hew York. After getting a little apartment in New York she calls up 808 JEFFRIES, newspaper man who was her friend as police reporter on the Telegraph, and invites him over for dlu-”er-NOW GO ON Wixn THE STORY CHAPTER XXXVI Or* 1 "*N Saturday, Barbara reached home early In the afternoon. *____] A maid who worked about the building was sweeping the living room when Barbara entered. Barbara went out to the kitchen and Inspected the tiny refrigerator. Then she made a list of groceries and went out to market. At the little French bakery she bought rolls and pastries, at the butcher shop a fat chicken for roasting and green vegetables at the grocer’s. She made several trips, laying the packages on the kitchen table between journeys. “Lord sakes, miss, you must be goin’ to have a party!” remarked the maid, staring at the increasing pile. "Not exactly,” Barbara answered. ‘‘Just a dinner for three, but I want

it to be very nice. It’s my first entertaining in my new apartment.” She was making for the door again when she turned back. “Do you know where I can get some tiowers for the table?” she asked the maid. “I didn’t notice any flower shops when I was out.” “There is one just around the comer a few steps.” The window of the florist shop was full of asters In pinks and white and lavender. Barbara bought a box of them and made her way back to the apartment. She was humming a little tune when she entered the living room for the last time and passed through to drop the last bundle on top of the pile. “I’ll unpack those for you, misaf said the maid, standing in the doorway. “No, Indeed. I wouldn't miss the fun for anything in the world.” Barbara’s eyes were shining over the plump chicken, the crisp lettuce. “This is going to he a perfect dinner.” “You do heat all,” said the woman.

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her pyes wide.- "You act as if you like messing around in the kitchen.” Barbara laughed. “Well, it’s an awful admission. .But I do like it, probably because I have so few chances to do it. Business women always like to step into the role of housewife once in a while. Besides, I have two nice men coming for dinner. And that adds interest, you know.” The maid grinned. "I’ll say it does. When a woman really likes to cook, there's always a man behind it somewheres. But watch out you don’t land him with your cooking and have to do it for him all the rest of your life. It ain’t so romantic, after the preacher makes him yours.” “Oh, there's nothing like that,” laughed Barbara. “We’re just good friends.” “Say, miss, I don't want to be fresh, but there's nothing to that. There ain’t so such thing as being good friends for very long. You either fall for him or else you hate him. Don’t tell me. I’ve been through the mill. And I’ve been cooking these fifteen years, without no romance to it neither. Look at those hands.” She surveyed her burned and cracked fingers ruefully. “But I’ve proved a woman can have a man friend,” argued Barbara. “This one has stood by me for a long, long time. Neither of us is the marrying sort.” The maid shrugged her shoulders and went away. Every light in the little apartment was burning. Barbara sank into a chair and smiled at her domain.

While she sat there, the telephone bell rang. , “Miss Hawley,” said a woman’s voice, “I hope I didn’t disturb you. I did not realize how late it was till .after I’d given your number. Just! thought I’d call you up and see whether you were lonely on this first night in the new apartment. It’js rather a ghastly feeling, ■sometimes.” Barbara answered brightly. She had caught a note in the woman's voice that suggested tears. “I’m quite all right, thank you. In fact I’ve been preparing for company dinner tomorrow.” They talked for a few minutes. Barbara hung up, puzzled at the solicitous interest of Miss Furnivall and at her evident morose humor. The next day was rainy and cold. Barbara rose late, had her breakfast and set about the work of making a cake. Her little kitchen was brightly lighted. In the middle of the afternoon the maid knocked at the doefr. “I Just \yonderecl if you* wanted any help, Miss Hawley.” ’lmpulsively Barbara opened the door farther. "Maybe I shall need help. Anyhow, it’s a good day to have someone to talk to. Come in.” The woman looked surprised but she obeyed. Barbara set her to polishing silver at tne sink and then went on beating the eggs and chattering gaily. She had not felt so light-hearted for months.

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At 6 o’clock they went into the living room. The drop leaf table was pulled out from the wall and cleared of ornaments. Barbara brought china, silver and glassware from the cupboard and set a candlestick at either end of the table. As Barbara was putting the finishing touches on the table someone ran up the steps outside and rang the doorbell sharply. “One of them telegraph boys,” said the maid. “They always raise the dead. Hope It’s no bad news from your folks.’’ “I haven’t any folks,” answered Barbara, on her way to the door. The woman was right. A Western Uilion boy stood at the door, holding out a slip for Barbara to sign. She tore the envelope open hurriedly. The message was from McDermott. ’’Having hard time to fill your place. Sincerely hope you don’t like your new boss and are good and homesick. If so. just wire me. We will meet Footlights salary.” j Barbara laughed. She took a pad from the waiting boy and wrote her answer: “Many thanks, but I am not homesick and I like my bossi—well enough. Regards to the bunch.’’ “The ideg of my leaving New York, when I’ve just found it!” she gaid to the maid, without bothering to explain the remark. She went back to the kitchen singing. The little apartment seemed more than ever homelike now. The chicken was simmering in the roaster, the skin turning a 7 golden brown. The cake was rising pretematurally high. The glass salad plates sat ready on top of the Ice box for the lettuce and asparagus. ”1 guess that’s all,” said Barbara to the woman. '"“But if you come around shortly after seven, I’ll give you your dinner.” “Oh, thank you, miss, but I’ll have to bq going home before then. I'll go along now.” Barbara dressed slowly and fullyAt 7 o'clock she went out into the living room and looked at the fjtble. Every detail seemed perfect. She brought a match and lit the candles, her face eager in the flare of light that rose from their yellow tips. \

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She sat down by the window to watch from behind the curtains; expecting. every taxi that cam? down the street to stop in front of her door. As she sat there, the chicken began to bubble very loudly in the oven. Barbara Fan out to look it. She was opening the oven door when the front doorbell- rang. She laid down the towel in her hand, smoothed her hair and' went out to the living room. She cast a quick glance around to make sure that all was right. Then she opened the door and held out her hand to Bob. But he grasped it only for a moment. He was drawing after him into the room a pretty girl whose red hair curled crisply at either side from beneath her tight little blue felt hat. <*CpTHIS is Annabelle.” Bob %aid, ; l I taking one hand of the girl V 1 in both of his, “my fiancee. Fooled ycu that time, didn’t I, Barbara? You thought I was bringing a man. But look at her! Who would look at a man when he could see a girl like Annabelle?” “Silly boy,” gurgled Annabelle, dimpling. Barbara held out her hand. *Tm glad to meet you. Bob hasn’t told me your last name.” "So I haven’t,” said Bob. “It’s Rogers. But Annabelle will do for all practical purposes. Well, Babs, aren’t you going to offer us chairs?" Barbara flushed. “Why, of course, but you seldom wait to be invited to sit down, Bob. Pick out the two comfiest chairs and make yourselves at home for a moment, while I go look at the dinner.” In the kitchen, Barbara stood perfectly still for several minutes, leaning against the tahle. Then she turned about and went back to the living room. She heard Annabelle say, “ShTi!” to Bob as she entered the room. They were aliting side by side on the couch ami the birl was blushing rosily. She had taken off her coat and the little blue hat, reveaJihg a mass of red curls, above a childish forehead. Barbara smiled at them. “I hope you two aren’t too much in love to be hungry. I planned this dinner

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for two hungTy men. So Annabelle will have to rise to the occasion.” Annabelle laughed. “I can always eat, Miss But I don’t know about Sometimes he Just sits and looks at me Instead. It’s really awful.” Barbara drew the chair up to the table and brought the cocktails In. “Oh, do let me help!” cried Annabelle, jumping up and running into the kitchen, where she stood helplessly looking about her. “You run back to Bob. There isn’t really anything for you -to do.” Annabelle obeyed. The evening wore through. Barbara brought dishes to the table and removed them, poured the afterdinner coffee, blew out the candles when they began to drip on the table cloth, and - at last cleared away the dishes. There was no conversation—only giggles from Annabelle, lover’s nonsense frbm Bob and weary acquiescence from Barbara. "Honestly, Babe,” said Bob, later in the evening, “when I think of all that rot I used to talk, about the horrors of matrimony, and then look at myself now, I think the gods must be giving me the horse-laugh. A year ago I was dodging marriage with all the Ingenuity there was In me. Now I’m bending every energy to make a way to set up housekeeping with Annabelle. Not a grain of consistency in me. I’m happier than I’ve ever been in my life, and I don’t care who knows it.” He looked adoringly at Annabelle’s red curls, and put up a hand to smooth them. "I think we’ll be married at Christmas and take a trip back to Indianapolis for our honeymoon. I want to show off my wife to the old gang.” , Barbara suppressed something that was half sigh, half yawn. Annabelle made one venture In conversation. “My. but I’m glad to know you. Miss Hawiey. ‘l’ll tell you a secret. When called up the other night Ind said he’d have to break a date with me to take an old friend to the theater. I was so mad I cried all evening. Swore I’d never speak to him again, and all that. “You kpow, the ‘old friend* story is such a thin one. Ands hadn’t any idea what you were like.

Thought you might be a fascinating vamp. But, now that I’ve met you, I know how silly I was.” “Whoop-ec Anne, wait a minute. Was that a intentional insult, or just one of your lovely little faux pas? Don't you know the worst Insult you cs.n offer any woman,ls to let her know you think N hei harmless? Gosh? I shouldn’t think Barbara would have anything more to do with you, after that. Better apologize, p. cL q." He was clowning. He did not see Barbara’s eyes narrow as he rattled on. Annabelle stammered. “Oh, really, Miss Hawley, I didn’t mean you weren’t fascinating, bat, now that I’ve met you, I’ve —I—well, now I’m glad to know Bob has such a nice friend.” Her face was nearly as red as her hair. Barbara sighed. “Such a nice, safe friend. Yes, I know. But never mind, my dear. My feelings aren’t hurt. Bob and I have been good friends, for a long, long time. And now It will be Just a three-cornered friendship, I hope.” After this episode, the talk languished more than ever. Annabelle sat In one corner of the divan staring about her with bright, bird-like eyes, and Bob sat in the other corner, watching her. After some moments’ silence, she turned to Barbara. “This is a darling apartment, Miss Hawley. But don’t you get lonely? If I were you, I’d have a nice big white Persian kitty-cat. Why don’t you?” Barbara almost snapped. “Because I don’t happen to care for nice, big, white Persian kitty-cats. And I’m much too busy ever to get lonely.” Annabelle shook her head. -“You must be awfully clever. I *ways admire c’over women so much —perhaps because I’m not the least bit like them. I can’t imagine having to skirmish around on a job and mind a boss Bnd worry about my own gas bill and rent. Gee! Men were made to attend to those things.” Barbara rose from her chair ljnpatiently and straightened the music on the piano. Bob got up and looked at his watch. “It’s your business to say when to go, Anne honey, but since you don’t do your duty, I’ll have to. It’s midnight, and Babs

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and I are working people, even If you are not.* We’ll have to run along.” There was a search for the little blue hat. After soqie moments, Bob found It behind the divan, where Annabelle had carelessly tossed It. “How did you ever find your hats before you met me, Annabelle?, I’ve done nothing but hunt for your millinery since first you roped me and dragged me home.” “And that isn’t half of It, Bob Jeffries. You’ll be hunting my hats and doing other little things for me the next fifty years. And so you'd better decide to like it.” “I do, honey, I do.” Barbara stared at Bob. Then she said gc-od night, as her grists gathered up their belongings and -departed. She shut the door after them, walked across the room and sat down heavily in an armchair. 0 HE Footlights office became more Interesting. Stage celebrities dropped in frequently to talk with Miller, or to pose for pictures In the Btudio. Press agents of the higher circles were constant visitors. Barbara saw nearly every play on Broadway during her first three months on the staff. She became acquainted with the great windy spaces behind stage, where she stood in the wings, waiting to see men and women stars in their dressing rooms. She had with persons whose names would hare thrilled her a year before. Coming into the office one afternoon just before Christmas, she caught Miss Fumivall’s eye through the glass partition. The woman smiled and beckoned to her. __ "Nat Blumfeld is with the boss, just now. Think he’s discovered a second Duse down in the Village. She’s been doing pantomime at one of those freak stable playhouses the Villagers affect. Writes free verse, acts, paintsycubistic horrors and all that. My bet is that she can’t do gny one thing well. “But it would be interesting for you to meet her. You haven’t seen much of Bohemian New York yet. if you hang around when Blumfeld comes out, where Miller will see you. he’ll probably give you/the assignment.”

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“THanka for the tip* Betsy* I'd like to do the story.** It happened as Miss Furnivall had predicted. Miller caught sight of Barbara as he was ushering Blumfeld out of the office, and gay* her the story. Barbara caught a bus for 'Washington Square. The address Miller had given her proved to bs In a street lined, with blank-faced old brick buildings, who stair railings climbed in parallel lines for block after block. Barbara found the number at the head of one of the Innumerable staircases, on whose top step sat a black cat. The animal blinked indolently at her as she let the little brass knocker fall. The blow knocked flakes of venerable paint from the door. The do/r was opened by a girl whose corn-colored hair stood In a miraculous hayrick about her head. “May I see Miss Olivero,” Barbara asked, gazing at the hayrick. "Sure thing- But che’s having her hair done Just this minute. Won’t you come in?” Barbara advanced into the hall, and the girl stepped closer, smiling. “You’re a newspaper woman, aren't you? I’m Daisy’s watchdog. I take care of the newspaper people and the unwelcome suitors—AND the bill colectors sometimes. Come on In here and have a cup of tea while Daisy gets ready for you.” She led Barbara through great sliding doors of paneled walnut into a large room filled with tea tables. “Pretty good little tea joint,” said the girl. “Handy to have it In the building. I sometimes bring the-col-lectors in here when they get rambunctious. Nothing like food to calm ’em down. My name’s Maria Capri.” She led the way to a table and flopped Into a chair. Barbara took the chair opposite her. The girl lit a cigaret. Through the curling smoke, she looked at Barbara. “Say,” she said, “you look like a Villager, horn and bred. Why don’t you move down among us? I know where you can get a peach of a place to live, plumbing "and everything. You beloijg down here, you know.” (To Be Continued)