Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 186, Indianapolis, Marion County, 14 December 1929 — Page 11

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CHAPTER TEN (Continued) "Well,” she said matter-of-factly, "we’re almost, home. That’s where I live. That little house over there.” “It doesn’t look big enough for any one but you,” laughed Howell. “I il bet I couldn't even get inside.” “You won’t get the chance,” she retorted. “I may be nothing but a waitress, but I’ve got my pride.” What confession magazine had she gotten that from? "I wasn't thinking of trying it.” he assured her. “Asa matter of fact. I wouldn’t come in if you did ask me.” She gazed at him speculatively. “You wouldn? Why not?” "Because it's after 1 o’clock and no one else is there.” “Are you kiddin’ me again?” “Certainly not!” He enjoyed her very evident consternation. ana SHE sighed, “Well, you’re different than most of them. I know that the moment you come in the shop. That's the reason I let you walk home with me.” Howell said nothing. “You belieye that, don't you?” Madalyn inquired anxiously. “You don’t think I'd take up with just anybody?” “I hope you wouldn't, Madalyn.” “Well, I wouldn't. You can be sure of that. Why half the men who eat in there always are trying to make a date with me. You probably wouldn’t believe me if I'd tell you who some of them are ...” Every nerve in the t boy was begging her to be quiet. To let him slip undisturbed beneath the magic of, the spell, which the moment she spoke was shattered. “You think I’m lying again, don’t you?” “No!” They stood now on the vineenclosed porch, very close together, whispering so that the occupants of the houses on either side might not be disturbed. "What's wrong with you? You act so funny. I tell you something and you just stand there and don’t say anything.” He laughed uneasily. “What Is there for me to say?” She was silent and the witchery of her beauty mounted to his brain. He seized her fiercely. Ignoring her feeble protest, he turned her face up to his and kissed her as he never had dreamed of kissing Eunice. “There, that's what you wanted me to do. wasn’t it?” She stormed. “You big bum! You would do that!” But the response of her mouth against his had told a different story. Intoxicated with victory Howe’l cried. "You didn't? Then I beg your pardon and good-night!” His foot was on the lower step, but she was clinging to him. “Don't go. I didn't mean it.” FeeMng a delicious sense of conquest. he permitted her to drag him bsck. "But I don’t do this with every fellow I meet. You mustn’t think I do. . . “Be quiet." he commanded. "I like you better when you arent talking.” Instead of resenting this she put her arms about his neck and became acain wonderfully. mysteriously si’ent. •* a a FEW moments later Howell f \ was wa'king across Vine street wondering what madness had possessed him The incident from beginning to end was contrary to every rule of his life. Sickening to retrospect! Cheap! Tawdry! One by one lie brought forth the adjectives he had been accustomed to use for such occasions and found them each inadequate. Some persistent. disturbing fascinatioin clung to the memory of her kiss. There was a simplicity about her —a naturalness which at first had reminded him of Sally. Yet it didn't seem fair to compare Sally with Madalyn or imagine her in a situation like that. He swung toward home feeling the rain teat upon his shoulders with bitter ratisfaction. “Let it rain. The harder the better.”

A few more evenings like this one and he’d be “crazy!” As he approached Mrs. Benton’s he saw a light in one of the upstairs rooms and wondered if it were Sally’s. What did she do when she went mit alone? Whoever it was he couldn’t imagine Sally being afraid. He pictured her coming and going at all hours of the night, poking into all sorts of places. The adventure of such a life would appeal to her. She had indeed a sort of gallant courage which made his heart ache. Yet he went to sleep with the memory of Madalyn’s arms about his neck. With Madalyn’s soft voice, crooning, “Not only directors and assistant directors, but cameramen, property men and electricians . . . You probably wouldn’t believe me. Oh, yes, he would! He would believe anything now! He wakened with a headache and a depressing sense of defeat. Although he had come to Hollywood with the sole aim and intention of breaking into motion pictures a malicious fate had offered him nothing but “women.” He had discovered before this that the majority of roomers at Mrs. Benton’s were of the femine sex. A half dozen old ladies, who were obviously installed there for the rest of their lives, had a table to themselves. They seemed in a world of their own, but their filmy eyes had a disconcerting way of taking in the conversation and actions of everybody else about the dining room. a a a THERE were several business women of Sally's age and older. A couple of high school girls and their father, whom Howell had met on the first night, and one other man, a self-absorbed, middle-aged salesman of something or other, whose acquaintance offered little opportunity for companionship. Perhaps it was this fact as much as his rapidily dwindling funds which made Howell decide to leave Mrs. Benton’s as soon as possible. He went to breakfast, firm in this determination, and found Sally, fresh as the morning, already seated, consuming oatmeal with her usual healthy appetite. "You were out late, my child,” she murmured, low enough to miss being heard by the old ladies opposite. This being more discretion than she ordinarily showed, he replied, gratefully, “How did you know?” “Heard you when you came in. I was rather late myself. I got a peach of a story last night.” “That so? What was it?” “You'd be surprised. And I wouldn't pollute your innocent mind by telling you.” This was one of the attitudes he particularly disliked, so he refused to question her further. But later, as he was sauntering down the street she whistled and he was compelled to wait for her. “I don’t know why I am so nice to you,” she said. “But I seem to have an insatiable interest in your career. Tell me how you’re getting along.” He was never quite sure when she was laughing at him. so he replied, glumly, "Nothing doing yet.” 800 THEY walked in silence as he had wanted to walk the night before with Madalyn, only this was different. The sun was shining brightly now and Sally strode eside him, self-reliant and independent. She never would cling to his arm as Madalyn had done. f But she was saying: "Oh. my dear, who don’t you go home? Can’t you see the utter, inane futility of your ever having come for such a purpose? You can’t get into motion pictures. Why not admit it and go back before it is too late?” He asked, sulkily, “What do you mean, too late?" "You haven’t missed much school as yet. You could make it up. Go back and be graduated with your class. Don’t you see what a misfit you are out here? “All the training of your life has fitted you for another environment, rn entirely different atmosphere. You’re simply wasting the ability you have to get itno something you

—By Williams

probably couldn’t succeed in if you had the chance.” “Is that so? You’re a consoling little thing. Thanks for the compliment.” # “If you hadn't appealed to me so much that first day I certainly wouldn’t bother to give you such good advice now, because you’re like a different person already. Ycu can’t see it, but you’re changing every day. And not for the better.” “Well, don’t let that worry you, Miss Sally Osbourne.” CHAPTER ELEVEN “TT does worry me,” she cried. A sharply. “I hate to see any one as intelligent as you are acting so dumb. You don’t belong in Hollywood, Howell. You’ll hang around until you lose your money and selfconfidence, and in the end maybe your health and self-respect.” “I wouldn’t say that if I were you.” “I do say it. Where were you until after 1 o’clock last night? What were you doing? You look like a wreck.” Her cheeks were white. Her eyes blazing with anger. “Don't misunderstand me,” she cried. ‘I know 7 it’s none of my affair and I don't expect you to answer. But I know far better than you do the things that can happen to a boy in this place. And I can't bear to think of any of them happening to you.” He knew then he would have to see Madalyn again if only to prove to himself that no girl living could say the things to him which Sally Osbourne was saying . . . They parted at the corner, Sally with eyes averted as if she dared not face him, Howell flushed with anger. When any woman began to “personally oversee” his conduct, it was time for him to do something. His own sister would not have dared say the words Sally Osbourne had Just uttered. They were an inult to any man’s God-given masculine prerogative of directing his own life. He walked for blocks. Resenting it so fiercely that the disappointments of the day before were almost erased from his mind. And he determined to return to the candy shop that very niglit and wait for Madalyn. But when night came he was so tired that he went directly to his room and long before midnight was sleeping soundly. At breakfast the next morning he avoided Sally. Or perhaps she was avoiding him. At any rate, neither of them made any attempt at conversation. That afternoon he told Mrs. Benton he was leaving at the end of the week. “What’s the matter, Mr. Sheffield? Don’t you like your room?” “Yes, indeed. I like that very much.” (To Be Continued)

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