Indianapolis Times, Volume 40, Number 102, Indianapolis, Marion County, 18 September 1928 — Page 9

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* THIS HAS HAPPENED SYBIL THORNE* most disillusioned of brides, hfts deserted her husband on their honeymoon. RICHARD EUSTIN, dangerously fascinating, persuades her • to marry him after five day's tempestuous courting. Immediately following the wedding he begins to drink and breaks Sybil’s heart on her marriage night. She leaves him in Havana, where they had gone following their mad wedding on shipboard —but not until she has reason to believe he is an out and out rottdr. She goes immediately to MABEL BLAKE, a social worker, who accompanied her on the trip from home. Mabel, meantime, has become engaged herself to an American working in Havana—JACK MOORE. They listen, horrified by the thing Sybil tells them, and Mabel agrees to sail with her that afternoon for Boston. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY ✓ CHAPTER XXIII LIKE strangers Sybil and Mabel looked at each other, and seemed embarrassed. Until suddenly, with one of her swift changes of mood, Sybil advanced like a field jnarshal on Mabel’s wardrobe. “Oh, God,” she prayed, “help me to be hard boiled! . . Wake up Mab! Help me swing this trunk around. Pack your hats and your toilet things. I’ll get jipur dresses on the hangers. A litne speed, if ycnu’r sailing with me!” With incredible swiftness the hours flew Three hours later they followed their trunks aboard, while ' whistles blew and the gangplank, tunder their very feet, began to tremble and to move. On the pier Jack Moor wiped his glistening pate, and swore he’d seen a miracle. “You see,” explained Mabel, “the lamb never saw me hurry before.” They stood on the deck together, their faces toward the shining city. And Mabel waved her little hand kerchief until Jack was only a dot in the distance. “Well, Mab.” Sybil tucked her arm through her friend’s. “It w’as an exciting vacation anyhow.” Mabel turned her back to the dis - tant land. Smoldering turquoise and gleaming sapphire, and all the sunset hues that shone on buildings of pink and blue and yellow. Morro Castle in a sea of jade, and the city beyond, all bathed in golden light. “My dear,” she said in her best social service manner, “that’s no way to talk. You must try not to be bitter. But don’t, I beg of you, be frivolous!” Sybil, swallowing a perilous lump in her throat, dabbed at her eyes with a bit of lace. Her chin quivered, and she caught her lower lip between her teeth. “Well, I don’t feel so darn Pollyannaish about it—l’ll tell you that. I’d like to crawl into my little berth back there, and howl to heaven. But what’s the use, Mab? You’ve got to snap your fingers at Fate, old dear—or Fate will darn soon knock you out.” “Sybil, have you thought of Craig lately?” “My dear, I haven’t thought of anybody else. It took Richard to make me appreciate him. A lot of good that will do me—now.” him, Sib?” “Do you suppose you’ll marry “Heavens above, Mabel, I’ve had enough of marriage.” “But it would be different with Craig.” '*‘l know it would. But I can’t even-rthink about it. You see I’m already married. Whether I like it or not, I have a husband. It doesn’t make any difference that he drinks and chases Isabellas. He’s my husband just the same. Unless I get a divorce! “Oh, my dear, wouldn’t that give Boston something to talk about! Wouldn’t they love it! Wouldn’t Val just eat it up! And Mrs. Carrington, and the Caswells. And all the girls who want Craig ,and can’t get him. And the crowds at the Country club.” Sybil sighed profoundly, “I guess I’ve fixed things this time, Mah, I guess I’ve wrecked my little old life forever.” MABEL said nothing at the time, but shortly she began to talk divorce. After dinner that night she found a sequestred corner for their deck chairs, and to Sybil’s great amazement, proceeded calmly to advocate an immediate divorce. “I don’t know how you’d go about it,” she admitted. “But aren’t they awfully easy things to get in Paris? In this country there’s something about establishing a residence — that is, you have to live for a certain length of time wherever you file suit. “So that ducking out of Boston wouldn’t do much good. People would know anyhow. But if you went over to Paris, it could all be so quiet nobody would even suspect.” Sybil laughed. “Anybody’d think you were talking about running over to South Boston!” she joked, and added plaintively, “how, my dead, could I hop over to Paris?” Mabel was vague. 1 '>3f‘Oh, it could be arranged somehow. I’d love to see you out of this mess, Sybil, before’ Craif knows about it. By the way, did you ever write him?” “No, I didn’t. I simply couldn’t. And he sent about twenty radios and things, I cabled that I’d write later—that I was awfully busy, and having a wonderful time. He knows how I hate to write letters. And I asked him not to cable any more, because it made me feel awfully

guilty. “I said he was just ruining my vacation, making me feel that I ought to write him. My dear, it cost me sl6 and I felt like a perfect criminal. But it worked. Poor told Craig. He told me to have a H*#F>d time and to forget all about him—just tcr’et him know when we were coming nome.” “You could wireless him now.” “Oh, I couldn’t. I’d f eel like such a hypocrite. You know, Mab, I’m awfully surprised at you.” Sybil eyed her friend sternly. “There you are, urging a married woman back to her lover. Boosting divorce and snapping your fingers at respectability.” “Oh, Sybil,” Mabel protested amiably. “I could forgive my husband for getting drunk. I could forgive him for telling the same old stories over and over again—you know, my dear, Jack does that. > "I could scream sometimes. I | could forgive him for committing or robbing a, bank, or ■throwing cigaret ashes on the rugs. R. could forgive him for lying, p “But there are two things I could

never, never forgive. And one of them would be for being mean and stingy; and the otln.r would be for going with another woman. Generosity and fidelity—the cardinal virtues for husbands. If my husband did what Richard did, I’d kill him. I know I would.” Sybil’s eyes grew thoughtful. “Yes, . . . you would,” she said, “if you loved him. But you see, Mab, I didn’t care much. People think that the opposite of love is hate. That isn’t so at all.. It’s indifference.” tt M IT WAS strange that Sybil was seasick that first night out. The ocean was like a mill pond. “I can’t understand it," she moaned, tossing restlessly in their stuffy stateroom. “I felt so well coming down, all through the storm off Hatteras, when everybody was sick.” “It’s probably your nerves,” consoled Mabel. “You’ve been through a dreadful experience, you know—and I suppose it’s a sort of physical reaction.” But next morning Sybil was not able to go down for breakfast, and Mabel had the steward bring a tray to their stateroom. “Griddle cakes,” he said, uncovering a steaming plate, “and sausages.” “Oh, take them away, please. If I smell, I’ll die.” Hastily he retreated and Mabel, with a worried line between her eyes, peeled an orange. There was a doctor aboard. Perhaps she could talk with him. “Here, dear, suck on this,” she suggested. “It can’t hurt you. Still feeling pretty rocky?” “Mah, I never realized anyone could feel so rotten—honest. Funny —isn’t it? The sea’s like a lake.”

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Annabel, her maid, was snoozing in the big cretonne chair in Tony’s room when she slipped in, tired and desolate and a little remorseful, for there had been a hurt in Dick’-s eyes when kissed her good-night and a tenderness in his voice that touched her deeply as he told her not to worry and not to blame herself about him. Poor Annabel, up all times- of the night waiting for her! In contrition she did not even turn on the lights—but moved about noiselessly. Annabel stirred, flickered an eyelid and sprang to her feet. “Mercy goodness, Miss Tony, I didn’t heah you all come in. Here’s your slippers and pajamas and everything and I’ll fix the bath right away. Mercy on us, it’s most mornin’, Miss Tony. “That Sandy Ross called up and I listened because your Ma don’t always tell you about his calls and I heard her tell your Pa that he was crazy—wanted you to go after blackberries with him tomorrow and she said she wasn’t going to tell you.” “Thanks, Annabel. run to bed,” said Tony, and her heart’s load lifted a little as somehow it always did when Sandy came back into her life— Blackberrying with Sandy! What a lark! They would take Sandy’s funny little car—for he refused to be driven by Tony—and whiz down the yellow dirt roads to the blackberry patch they had raided every ■year since she was just a tiny girl and the Tarvers really needed the berries for- winter jam and sauce.

A TRAMP COMEDIAN IS A VARIETY HIT Mack of Mack and Stanton Brings a Well-Known Burlesque Character of the Old Days Back to Life. BY WALTER D. HICKMAN THE old tramp comedian of the good old burlesque days has been missing on the vaudeville and legitimate stage for some time. He is back in the big league this season and Mack of the team of Mack and Johnson is responsible for his recovery. Mack is a tramp comedian with the putty nose, the dirty beard and the big falling trousers. It takes art of a definite quality to make the tramp stand out on any bill, but Mack is doing it this week at the Lyric. This man has talent and his tramp is created in makeup like the traditional burlesque tramp but his ianguage in both words and song is the language of the day.

“Mack causes his tramp to plead for admission in the jail but the jailer can find no room for him because the jail is filled. This gives Mack and his partner, Stanton, a good foil for the wise remarks of Mack, a chance to engage in some individual conversation. Mack has a trick voice, what I call the whistle voice. He doesn’t overwork this stunt but it sure registers. Here is one tramp act that brings back the memory of the good old days. Mack is an artist in his line and it is a difficult job to bring this character back to the modern theater going audience. But Mack is an artist and wins. Florence Micarene and company, two men, open as a dance offering in costume but the act developes along athletic lines. A good act and different. Bicknell is a modeler in clay. The children will like him. Bill Miller and Nat Patterson admit that they are bum comedians. They are good eccentric dancers. The Five Mayellos have a standard risley exhibition. Fine act. George Morton and Rosyln Green engage in conversation and songs." Nancy Fair is a singer and she is an individual entertainer. Her best number is a travesty upon a modern child lamenting the fact that her new grandma is only twenty, smoker cigarets and dancds. She has a good number concerning now a “loving couple” married many years spend a “happy” evening at nome. it’s a good variety bill at the Ly.lc this week.

“But, my dear, emotional experiences affect the body, you know. That poor old. machinery of yours has been thijough a lot in the last month. You can’t blame it for kicking up a little.” Silently Mabel was considering. She wondered if the poor girl was worried. Why—why did such awful things happen to Sybil? Well, she would see that doctor. U tt B THAT afternoon on the promenade deck she encountered him. “Oh,' Doctor Henderson, could I calk with you for a few minutes?” As sfee fell in step beside him, she explained. “I knew you were a doctor the minute I saw you. Remember we came up the gang piank together? And you smelled so nice and professional. So I asked the purser your name because I wanted to ask you something.” He was a small energetic man, a bit portly, with sharp blue eyes and a very medical little beard. Extremely able looking, though a trifle pompous. Now his blue eyes twinkled. ‘Well, you’re a healty looking specimen to be scraping acquaintance with a physician.” ' Suddenly MabSl became agitated. “Oh, it wasn’t about me,” she stuttered, and found herself blushing furiously. “It’s—it’s another girl.” He regarded her curiously. “I’d like to talk to you in private!” she implored.. • “Why certainly.” Dr. Henderson became immediately professional. “If there’s anything I can dc—” (To Be Continued) Sybil finds that her plans will have to be changed and Mabel is worried over her friend’s plight.

Tony scurried around, assembling knickers, cool little pongee skirt, gay, red tie, stout stockingoand shoes, for when Sandy was on berries bent, no creex would stop him, and Tony had run the gamut of his scorn at sight of her .hesitating to cross a brook and ha.l given a snort at her thin kid shoes “You had sense enough when you were a kid to dress right for berry picking,” he had told her. “But you sure have lost It some place.” , It was almost 3 before Tony Was in bed and she knew there would be little sleep. Sandy would be along before 6 with his skillet and coffee pot. “And I always take the doughnuts and I wasn’t here to have the cook make them!” Tony moaned. Even the thought of Dick’s departure to a place away from her seemed much less important than the thought of no doughnuts for Sandy. But she did sleep, for a handful of gravel on her window woke her at 5:30, and there was Sandy! “Hurry, Tony,” he called softly as she looked down, “it’s going to be a perfect surprise! Let’s make the Point for breakfast and not bother with berries till later.” Ten minutes later Tony was in the car, slim as a wood sprite In her knickers, her bright eyes and red cheeks showing no trace of her few hours sleep. “Sandy,” she confessed, “I was away last night and I don’t have the doughnuts.” “But I have,' said Sandy, “and melons and bacon and eggs and cinnamon buns and everything.” “Best day in the year, Tony,” and they were o in the morning mists. (To Be Continued)

LOOKING OVER NEW BURLESQUE SHOW “Sporty Widows” as a snappy title for a burlesque show is a happy thought, but that short title omits something very important in the description of the show by that name. That important something is Billy Fields. I-Ie is a clown, makes no pretensions otherwise and, while you are looking at him and listening to his many "wise cracks,” makes you forget all about art, humor or anything else that has to be interpreted before it can be understood. Fields gets the idea across that it is all in fun. The comedian is an integral part of any burlesque show, they all have them, more or less. But here is one that tops mosit of the others by a long way. It’s burlesque and it’s funny. The rest of the show, costumes, girls, dances and all, has nothing spectacular to offer. Fields is given most of the time and deserves it. At the Mutual. (By Observer.) Other theaters today offer: “Lilic Time” at the Circle; Charlie Davis at the Indiana; “The River Pirate” at the Apollo; fight movies at the Colonial and “Two Lovers” at Loew’s Palace. Charles Schwab says that “putting the idea across” and not money is what animates the modern business man.

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