Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 189, Indianapolis, Marion County, 18 December 1929 — Page 16

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SYNOPSIS When Jacqueline Bordlni. famous movie star, returns to the little town In which she had grown up. Howell Sheffield is filed with dissatisfaction. Howell’s father, an overworked country doctor, dies of pneumonia, leaving h'.s family practically nothing. Howell, against the wishes of his mother, decides to leave medical school and go to Hollywood. On the train an older woman, who • cal!: herself ’Lambic.” offers him her friendship. Hovel! gets a room and meets Sally Osbourne, who does not think much of his ainbitfon to be a movie actor. He tries to get work as wn extra, but fails. One director refuses to help him and advises him to go back to medical school. Howell, disillusioned. walks home with the friendly waitress of a candy shop. Next morning Sally Osbourne warns him what Hollywood will do to him. , „ „ Desperate and almost penniless. Howell Is starving himself hut his determination to get. Into the movies does not falter. At last he gels a Job as an extra In a cafeteria scene. But the Job lasts only a day or so. He turns again to Madalvn, the candy Rhop waitress, (or sympathy. He yields to her physical lure and afterwards hates himself, because he knows that he does not love her. CHAPTER THIRTEEN (Continued) One niglit in early March he took a Hollywood car to Las Palmas and walked down the boulevard. It was his favorite haunt. One could be fairly sure of seeing something amusing in the course of an evening's peregrinations. And there were benches along the way where he might sit for hours without being disturbed. The desire to see Madalvn was heavy upon him, but since the waitresses at the candy shop were not permitted W t*xeive telephone calls, it was IfripossiDle to announce his coming. fia decided to put in the evening as best he could and be waiting for her at midnight. Aimlessly, as he had never done back home, he sauntered along, stopping to gaze into the brightly lighted windows. Selecting shirts and ties . . . even an occasional dressing gown. It was from one of the window shopping pauses that he turned to see a chauffeur-driven sedan rolling up to the curb, and to hear a voice which rang in his ears, with rather painful familiarity, “I hope you haven’t forgotten me!” Even then he would not force her ridiculous nickname to his lips. He stood, hat in hand, and stammered, “I haven't forgotten. But I am surprised to see you again.” “Lambie” laughed and patted the luxuriously upholstere seat. “Get in, won’t you? Oh, have you another engagement?” His first instinct was for flight, but the sight of the expensively appointed ’car, the blank-faced chauffeur and the friendly “Lambie" herself dazzled him like the appearance of a fain- godmother. The door of the golden coach opened and almost without volition of his own he stepped inside. Lambie seized his hand. “Dear boy, how are you? I’ve thought of you so many times. Did you have any luck breaking into motion pictures?” *Tve done about as well as I expected,” he lied, heroically. “I was in a picture with Charmain DavidEon last week.” “You were? What sort of a part id you have?” “The part wasn't much* he admitted. "But I can't expect much to begin with.” “That's right, I think you’re awfully sensible about it. So many young people expect to become stars over night,’’ “It isn’t done that way,” unreed JHowell. “So far as that’s concerned 5 don’t mind starting at the bottom.” j “Well, I think that’s very sensible pf you,” Lambie said again, gravely Xf U U jt tE knew that she was scrutiniz--1 L ing him closely and he became Suddenly, bitterly conscious of the \ollows in his cheeks. pLSYip asked, with a sort of insistent Hitleness. “How many days have worked in motion pictures, HUwell?” quite a few.” dear.” she said, “why bother |aUe to me? Hasn’t it ever octo you that I might be able Sltip? That I might have influIBp'hi certain places which would me useful?" ■ How easily then the despised little liame slipped from his lips! ■ “Oh, Lambie, could you? Would ■tm do that?” i Something In her metall|y|tice

made his blood turn cold as she replied, “Perhaps! But let’s have dinner first. Bryson stop at the Montmartre.” Faintly Howell objected. “Now don't be foolish. I’m lonely and I'm taking you as my guest.” “But I'm not dressed for dinner.” “Neither am I,” she retorted. “It doesn't matter. One dresses or not as one pleases.” With an air of authority she re- ! quested and obtained a “table for two ” She dropped her coat, disclosing a close-fitting, long-sleeved gown of cloth of gold. Although far from beautiful, her haughty imperiousness was not without its attractions. People noticed her. Howell saw a couple of men at another table smile at each other as she passed. Perhaps they knew her! Perhaps they were smiling at the disparity in ages. Dam it. In spite of her brassy hair, she was old enough to be his mother and looked it. But if she could help him. In any case was that a reason he shouldn’t dine with her? “It’s very provincial, Howell, to care what any one else thinks." a a tt HOW imeannily she had read his mind. Would no doubt continue to read it. Why did she bother with him? After having had so much experience herself, he must appear crudely, awkwardly young. Yet her eyes were full of friendly interest. She smiled, affectionately, as she said, “Let’s have a real dinner, shall we? I’m awfully hungry.” The tact she displayed in ordering and urging him to eat the most bountiful of dinners would have touched a harder heart than Howell Sheffield's. She did not even care to dance, although later he learned that she was very fond of dancing. Rather reflectively, Lambie smoked innumerable, monogrammed cigarets and toyed with course after course, while the boy ate, with a hunger too ravenous to be disguised. By the time they reached frozen punch and tiny cups of syrupy black coffee, the sheer physical satisfaction of his appeased appetite made him regard her with more favor. It had been a truly magnificent dinner and Lambie was a peach to overlook his initial rudeness and insist on being nice. His boorish behavior on the train was to be regretted. He would make it up to her by being as companionable as possible now. When she began to question him again, he answered frankly. “The fact of the matter is I’ve done everything short of murder to get registered at Central Casting." “But you said you were in a picture with Miss Davidson!” “I was—as a ‘spec.’.” Lambie didn't understand, but when he explained she cried, sympathetically, "You poor boy! I can imagine how you’ve hunted the studios ever since.” “I have, and without a bit of luck." “It’s too uncertain,” she said, thoughtfully. “There must be better ways than that." a a a HE said, rather dejectedly, that he'd been unable to discover any of them. But Lambie blew a cloud of cigaret smoke from her brightly rouged lips and cried, “Don’t be discouraged. I don’t want to rush things or ask favors unnecessarily, but when I decide how I can help you I will.” With the impatience of youth he was disappointed. He had really expected her to perform the miracle of registering him over night. She said she didn’t want to “rush things,” but in his precarious circumstances things were going to be rushed. . . . Something of this must have crept into his face, for Lambie put her hand on his arm and said, “Now, don’t worry about it, will you? I won't be long once I’ve made up my mind. And in the meantime, you must come to see me.” Uneasily he promised. Was this to prove merely another illusory hope? Beyond asking a director for a letter of recommendation, what could she do for him? Why should that, take any time?

—Bv William?

He was doubting her again. Being suspicious with the check of the most elaborate dinner he had ever eaten lying on the table between them. Forcing a smile, he cried. “It’s splendid of you to want to help me, I certainly appreciate it. When will it be convenient for me to call?” “That’s better,” she said. “You may call on Sunday afternoon.” a a a COMPOSEDLY, as if money were nothing in her life, she laid down a S2O bill, receiving, Howell noted, less than $lO in change. Almost reverently he followed her imperious figure across the room and down the steps. “May I drop you somewhere?" “Thank you, no.” She respected his desire to keep the shameful secret of the room on Temple street. “Good night, then. And good-by, until Sunday.” “Until Sunday,” he repeated, and watched her being driven away. Well, time would tell. At any rate it had been a highly satisfactory evening. He crossed the street, deciding with renewed self-confidence to wait for Madalyn. What uncanny intuition led him to renounce this plan and return home before 10 o’clock? If he had not gone home he would have missed the caller, who knocked at his door crying, “Howell, please let me in! It’s Sally Osbourne!” Os all the unconventional things she had done yet this was indeed the weirdest. He had reached home only a few moments earlier. He flung his door wide open to find her dabbing at her eyes with an infinitessimal handkerchief. ‘l'm so frightened!” she cried; “some one’s been following me!” CHAPTER FOURTEEN “TT THAT are you doing in this VV part of town?” Howell asked sternly. “An assignment, of course!” Howell said he didn’t think much of an editor who would send a girl into a neighborhood like Temple street after 10 o’clock. “Don’t be silly,” snapped Sally. “That’s my job, you know. Now that I’m here, aren’t you going to ask me in?” He fell back reluctantly. “How did you know w T here to find me?” “Mrs. Benton gave me your address. I’ve past here several times.” She entered, frankly curious. And never had the room seemed more dismally depressing than it was as a background for her vivid attractiveness. His red hair seemed to accentuate the grease and dirt. He felt he couldn’t bear for her to touch the dilapidated furniture. “It’s pretty awful, isn’t it?” “Is it worth it?” she asked. “Why don’t you invite me to sit down?”

(To Be Continued)

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