Indianapolis Times, Volume 37, Number 229, Indianapolis, Marion County, 25 January 1926 — Page 8

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—Love Dodger 'By VIRGINIA SWAIN

CHAPTER XXXVIII S— -IOMBTHING lay on the floor, whera tha light met the J shadow. Barbara took a step foroward and stooped fearfully to look at it. Then aha screamed and tore the doo*open. As she burst Into the hall a woman passing stopped and stared at her. ' Barbara clapped one hand to her eyes and pointed with the other to- , ward the room behind her. “What’s the matter?" asked the woman, crossly. „ "It’s Miss Fumlvall. She’s dead. I saw her.” “What?” gasped the woman, running to the door. Barbara moved waya In horror as she opened It and went Inside. In a moment, the woman came back,; with a sober face. "She’s dead, all right. Gas, I guess.” Barbara sat weakly down on the top step, trying to hold her body still. Her hands twitched. “Can’t you get a doctor or someone?" The woman answered Indifferently, “It won’t do any good. But I’ll do It. The coroner Is the right perfeon to call, though.” Then, as she caught sight of Barbara’s white face, “Was she a relative of yours?" “No, just a friend. But it’s terrible to see her so.” When she had gone, Barbara sat a moment on the step, her eyes turned away from the door, which stood slightly ajar. t She glanced over her shoulder once, jumped to her feet and ran down the stairs and out into the street. Her breakneck speed attracted the glances of passersby, and Barbara slowed her steps to a fast walk. When she reached the comer of Fifth Ave. she was breathless and very white. But she walked on without pausing to rest. Her heart was pounding painfully when she turned the corner into Forty-Eighth St., and almost ran to the door of the Footlight Bldg. Miller was just closing the upstairs door when she rushed up the steps. “Why, what’s the matter, Miss Hawley?” he Inquired, chewing the inevitable cigar. "Open the door again and come back In,” gasped Barbara. The man obeyed, leading the way Into the reception room of the Footlights suite. “Miss ITumlvall!” said Barbara. “She’s dead. I found her on the floor.” The cigar dropped out of Miller’s mouth to the floor* “Dead?” He sat oat down on the edge of the table and stared at Barabra. “What killed her?” Barbara lifted here eyes to his. “She killed herself. The room was filled with gas. She hadn’t - even locked the door. Any one could have saved her. But there wasn’t any one.” Miller looked at her helplessly. At last he said: "I’ll get a taxicab for you, Miss Hawley. You’d better run along home. And I’ll go over

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to the place myself and see if there’s anything to be done.” Barbara did not answer, but- when he came back from the street with the announcement that a oar was waiting, she wiped her eyes and rose to go. “Did she have any family. Miss Hawley* We ought them.” “I don’t think Barbara. "She never spoke of any one.” Miller shook his head and led her to the door. • • • ARBARA’S apartment was dark when she entered It. i—— Barbara switched on- all the lights and Went into hep bedroom. The place was very stiM. She came out hurriedly and began to prepare the wood for a Are. The flames went out again and again, until at last she sat, leaning against the andiron, too listless to try again. The romp, with its blaze of lights, wo.s even emptier than her bedroom. Baroara ran into her bedroom and threw open the closet door. An evening dress of cloth of gold hung Just Inside. She pulled It out and threw it across the narrow bed. She dived into the dressing table drawers and brought out lingerie and sheer hose. She glanced at the little clock on the table and saw that It was 7.30. She ran Into the bathroom and turned on the hot water in the tub. An hour later, Barbara emerged from the bedroom. She was wearing the cloth of gold dress, and her hair was twisted high. . • • • JV"I AMPS burned softly In Daisy II -j Ollveros studio apartment. I 1 Someone was playing the piano and a group of people chattered In low* voices at the other end of*the room. t Barbara entered, casting a glance around her. The scene made her eyes sparkle. Daisy advanced to meet her. “Hello, there,Miss Hawley. So you did come. I thought you’d probably scorn our Bohemian revels. But welcome home! Maria was right when she said you were a born Villager. You look It tonight.” Barbara laughed. "I’ve had a bad day. I’ve come to be cheered up. Please cheer me up, somebody.” A tall man rose from his place on the divan. He had the blue eyes and dark hair of the northern Italian, and the finely molded features of the universal aristocrat. He came toward Barbara smiling lazily. “You are very beautiful,” he said. “I will be youi* squire and protect you from these wild_J>easts.” He shrugged a shoulder .toward the group -he had left. “They are talking of Rodin—silly fools, when they might be looking at you.” Barbara stared at hirn.. Daisy Interposed. “Never mind Ramon Donlzelli, Miss Hawley. He’s a notorious Art. Can’t believe a word he says." ■ '

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TtARBARA MEETS FANCY M'DERMOTT IN NEW YORK AND GOES TO HER APARTMENT

She took his arm and they approached the chattering group. .Two girls In black evening dresses sat on cushions on the floor by the di-’ van. One of them was resting her head against the knee of a handsome youth In a green smock, as she blew smoke rings from the end of a long cigaret. “Impressionism,” a bearded man was saying* “it 1 going out, in ail phases of art. That Is because it Is only an evasion, a lazy retreat from hard work. Free verse—bah! Cubism—Bah!” ' “Shut up, Rudolphe!” cried the girl on the floor, Jerking her head up, so that the young artist in the green smock rubbed his knee ruefully. “Make me a cocktail or give me a kiss or play me a song. But don’t Joe forever talking. *You don’t say anything, you know!” She blew a mouthful of .smoke in his face. Rudolf gravely fanned it away. “You a/e a young fiend, Martha,” he saidl, rising and walking<away from the couch. Barbara followed him with her eyes and saw him take down a decapter from a cabinet and begin to mix a cocktail. "Fellow fools,” said the young man at her side, “this Is Miss Hawley. Daisy didn't bother to tell me her first name, but I’ll bet It's Guinevere. She's such a queenly person.’ Barbara’s face was red. “Nonsense," she exclaimed. “My name is Barbara. That ought to be a good village name.” "Yes," cried Daisy. “It means an outlaw, someone .beyond the pale. It's a lovely name. And this Is Marthe Duval, and this Is Joan Summers and there are Dr. Piquet, with the decanter, and Thomas Higgins In the smock—though he’d like to be called Jacques or Alexander. We’re a rum crew, but we hope you’ll like us.” Barbara nodded to thfe persons Introduced and sat down beside the smocked Mr. Higgins. The talk went on. The girls puffed at their clgarets and sipped from tall glasses. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, and under the influence of the soft lights, the vivacious chatter and the admiring glances of Ramon, Barbara found herself warming from the fright of the git-

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ernoon. Ramon’s clear eyes were upon her always. She smiled at him half shyly once or twice, and drew back from the Increased fervor of his gaze. Daisy went out to the kitchen to see to the refreshments, and Barbara followed her. “I’d like to help. If I may," she said. Daisy answered lightly, “All right, if you want to. But there Isn't much to do. Say, old dear, what a killing you’ve made. Ramond has been looking sheep’s eyes at you all evening. He seldom falls so utterly that he can’t flirt with two or three at once. Get me congratulate you.” Her voice was acid. Barbara carried th§ plates and napkins Into the studio. Daisy followed with a tray. The guests sat up expectantly and the chatter died down, as Daisy served the salad and sandwiches and poured the coffee. Ramon had disappeared from the feroup by the couch went to the s kitchen. She looked for him wh'-n she had finished passing the sandwiches. The faces of the other men in the room seemed crude and repulsive, beside the high-bred beauty of his face. Barbara sat down /her plate of sandwiches and passed the table. Around the shoulders of a man and woman standing by It, she saw Ramon appear at the other end: He leaned furtively behind the man and woman and stretched a hand toward the table. Barbara stepped forward. He was dipping his fingers In the salad bowl. His eyes were greedy. • • mAL*K languished while food occupied the attention of the the party. Barbara found an ottoman In a comer and sank down upon it. She could not eat. Words drifted toward her from time to time—"self determinism,” "Swahmi.” “aura,” "sublimation,” “Strinberg.” The bearded man and Thomas Higgins seemed to be keeping up the conversation chiefly. One of the girls In Mack had gone frankly to sleep on the floor, and the other was drinking too many cocktails and laughing shrilly between drinks. * Daisy OUvero was not playing the role of orthodox hostess. She stood

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moodily by the window for long periods of time, only turning when some one addressed a remark to hT A cuckoo clock piped up twelve strokes. “What a silly thing for you to have, Daisy,” erleed Thomas Higgins. “I thought cuckoo clocks lived only In Victorian parlors, along with haircloth sofas and wax flowers." Daisy turneed on him. “Cuckoo clocks can tell people when to go home aa well as any other kind of clock,” she flared. Thomas Higgins looked at her soberly. “Well,” he drawled, “that hour was evidently struck for me, at least. And I don’t think the rest of the gang Is particularly Welcome, either.” The girl in black raised her voice. “Who says I’m not welcome? I’m sure Daisy wants me here, don’t you, Daisy, darling?” Miss Olivero did not deign to answer. - , , Higgins struggled to his feet and stepped over the body of the sleeping girl on the floor. “Somebody order my coach and six.” The rest of the crowd followed him. Barbara evaded the efforts of Ramen to follow her. “I’ve had a pleasant time, Miss OHvero,” she said. In the hallway. “You must come and see me sometime.” “Thank you, I never make calls,” replied her hostess. “Good night.” “Oh, Miss Hawley, Guinevere,” Ramon was shouting after Barbara, as she ran down the steps. She ran still faster. When she reached the outside door, she heard the voices of Ramon and Miss Olivero in sharp altercation above. She ran out Into the street and down to the taxi stand at the corner. As her cab passed Miss Ollvero’s building, she saw Ramon standing on the stoop, looking eagerly up and down the street. When Barbara reached home, she bathed, and washed her hair, so that It no longer smelled of incense and stale tobacco. • • • frye)HE winter months crept away, ! j with their long nights and *-■ murky dawns. Barbara went to work morning after morning before the fog had risen over Manhattan.

Miss. Fumivall’s death had le£t a shortage In the Footlights staff that had not been filled. Barbara found most of Miss Fkirnlvall's work added to her own duties. Miller had apparently accepted her as his main helper. Two increases in her pay check, and Important assignments that came frequently put her at ease as to her place on the ritaff. Miller came Into her office one winter day in conversational mood. “Funny thing,” he said, lounging on her desk, "they never found a scratch in Betsy Furnlvall’s belongings to indicate why she killed herself. “All ner letters had been destroyed before she died. And her personal effects were put In order. She must have been planning the suicide for days.” Barbara frowned. "I shall always feel partly responsible for her death, Mr.'Miller. I think my moving down to the village was the last straw. We’d been good friends until then, but after that, she never seemed cordial again.” v Miller nodded. “Yes, when they get as old at Betsy, without any family of* their own, they get queer. Never knew it to fall. She probably clung to you as her last friend, and when you left her—well, the whole foreje of her loneliness Just bumped he/ off. To bad, but you certainly cannot be blamed. Everybody has to live his own life In this world. And just because Betsy’d made a bad choice, she’d no right to make you pay for It.” March came In with blusterings and clouds of dust. The city shivered and braced Its shoulders and prayed for spring to come. Barbara sat at her desk, head In hands, thinking of nothing. The office boy brought In the mail and Jumped at her, laughing to see her start. But she looked at him, without her usual ready smile, and he left the room hastily. Barbara opened her mall. It contained nothing but .bills and publicity sheets. She threw It In a basket and rose, reaching for her hat and coat. It was nearly noon. In the street outside, slowly. There was a little tearoom around the comer that she some-

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times visited. Here she found a table In a dark comer and ordered salad and sandwiches. The waitress brought a dainty tray and set the dishes before Barbara. She began to eat. with effort. The salad looked delicious but she pushed it away. The saidwlches met the same fate. Only the coffee seemed to satisfy her. Women began to come into the shop in groups. Some of them wore flowers and all of them were dresse<\ according to last spring modes. The soft murmur of cultivated voices began, and waitresses began to scurry silently about with trays of delicately tempting food. Barbara looked about her, at the pretty clothes. She herself was still wearing a winter hat. She rose rastlly, paid her bill and fled. The spell of spring had touched the streets. Nobody seemed tq. be going anywhere especially, and groups formed on the street corners to talk. Barbara wandered on alone, her head still throbbing dully. At the corner of Forty-Eighth St. she did not turn toward the office. At the corner of the street, Barbara found a flower stand, oanked with hyacinths In pots and narcissus and daffodils In vases. The lavenders and pale yellows shone agathst the dull grays of-the street. Barbara stopped a moment to look at the flowers. “How much for the hyacinths?” she said to the man In charge of the stand. “Leetla ones feefta cents, begga ones dollar apiece.” Barbara selected a hyacinth with two pink spires of blossom. “Wrap this up, please.” The man went away to get paper. Someone close beside Barbara called her by -name, breathlessly. Barbara looked up. “Why, Barbara dear!” It was Fancy McDermott. “Why, how ill you look, Babe!” Barbara stammered slightly, furious with herself for feeling embarrassment. “I’m not 111, Fancy. It’* good to see you.” '“Good! I’m tickled silly. How long have you been in New York. Dad did’nt tell me.” ( "Perhaps he thought It wouldn’t matter to you.” Barbara stopped

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short, biting her lips. Fancy put her hand on Barbara’s shoulder. /‘He knew better than that Babs,” she said, softly. Then, with increased gayety, “Come on out home with me now .and stay for dinner. I’m dying for you to see my cute place.” Barbara glanoed at Fancy’* left hand. Fancy was not wearing a wedding ring. She had not spoken of Jerome. “Why, yes. Fancy, I’d like to. I was wondering what to do with a dull Saturday afternoon. Where do you live?” Fancy dimpled. “On Riverside Drive. Isn’t that gorgeous? Its Just a little bird cage of a kitchenette, but so cute, all Ivory and blue. And everything electric and easy to work with. You’ll never believe I’m a good housekeeper, will you?” Barbara laughed. "I’ll believe It when I see you at work,” she said. They caught a Riverside bus on Fifth Ave. and took seats on top. Fancy chattered incessantly, asking questions about Barbara’s work and about friends they had in common. Barbara answered quietly. No mention of their last meeting was made. (< At 110th St. Fancy rang the bell. “This is our corner,” she said to Barbara. The apartment was all that Fancy had said. Barbara glanced around its sunny living-room. It was furnished with old walnut and coetly Chinese rugs. , Fancy buzzed about in the tiny kitchen, calling to Barbara to come out and sit by her. She had slipped Into a huge apron and was scrubbing potatoes with a vegetable brush. The preparations for dinner went on. while Fancy and Barbara talked. They could see the Hudson River from the kitchen window. The fleet was In the river. “There’s a big gray battleship that is my special pet,” said Fancy. “I like'to lie on the sofa in the other roopi and look at it and pretend I’m the captain. And when it goes away I don’t feel right at all till it conies back.” She giggled childishly. The doorbell rang. "Dear me,” cried Fancy, “that’s Jerome. You let him in, will you, Barbara? My hands are all wet.” (To Be Continued)