Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 190, Indianapolis, Marion County, 19 December 1929 — Page 12

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SYNOPSIS When Jacqueline Bcrcltni. famous movie star, returns to the little town tn which she had grown up, Howell Sheffield Is filled with dissatisfaction. Howell's father, an overworked country doctor, dies of pneumonia, leaving his family practically nothing. Howell, against the wishes of his mother, decides td leave medical school and go to Hollywood. On the train an older woman, who cells herself “Lamble.” offers him her friendship. Howell gets a room and meets Sally Osbourne, who does not think much of his ambition to be a movie actor. He tries to get work as an extra, but falls. 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, but his determination to get into the movies does not falter. At last he gets a Job as an extra In a cafeteria scene. But the job lasts only a day or so. He turns again to Madaiyn the candy shop waitress for sympathy. He yields to her phvsica! lure and afterwards hates himself, because he knows that he does not love her One night Lamble. in an expensive ear. picks him up and takes him to her luxurious home She promises to help him. Shortly after he reaches his room. Ballv Osbourne comes in frightened and tells him someone has been following her. CHAPTER FOURTEEN (Continued) It was remarkable how quickly she seemed to have recovered from her fright. Yet no more remarkable than her fright itself. She was so provokingly self-reliant. “I don’t want you to sit down,” he answered. "This isn’t any place for you, Sally. "I’m going to take you home.” If he expected her to refuse this offer he was to t>e disappointed. She waited, as meekly as a child, until he had donned his overcoat. As he closed the door behind them she slipped her fingers beneath his arm. “I hope my pursuer is awed by the size of you.” An undercurrent of laughter In her voice made him retort, “You’re sure there was one?” “Why, Howell! Do you think I’d have knocked at your door for any other reason? They walked In silence to the car, but once on board she began to chatter like a magpie. “One of the old ladies has acquired a boy friend. He sent her flowers last Sunday and the rest of them are renewing their youth in ec" — “They tit + e-°d and nudged eacl) other worse than any high school girls. It's really very bad for them. They are determined to follow her exav-mle. “You wouldn't be safe out there toy more. The bald headed salespian is a nervous wreck.” “Has Mrs. Benton rented my room?” “No; she says any one she’d want won’t take a room over the garage. I think she’d be glad to let you have it again.” “Can't afford it,” he said shortly. “I’m getting along fine.” She was quiet for a moment, then she asked, rather self-consciously, he thought, “How about the career? Having any luck?” “A little.” “Oh, really? Tell me about it.” Rather grudgingly he related his one day's experience. “YouYe not planning to give up then?” she inquired wistfully. “No, Indeed. Certainly not!” “Why don’t you try something 'ise for awhile until yoy get more noney?” He wished to heaven she would lease trying to give him advice. “Why should I? It won’t be any easier to break in six months from now.” There was something infinitely appealing in her smile. “I don’t mean to interfere, Howell It’s only ” . “Only what? I wish you’d stop worrying about me. Sally. You act as if I were an inexperienced kid.” Her golden eyes flashed fire. • “I don’t know why I should bother about you. You don’t appreciate it.” “I certainly don’t,” he agreed, deciding they might as well have it out “I do appreciate your interest, but I’m quite capable of looking -after myself.” Her face whitened. “In other words, Sally Osbourne, nands off.” Something like thatr-yes!” He had never been so uncomfortable in hlylife, but be was jkcaianiaed to ||her the truth.

He had not reckoned on Sally's irrepressible sense of humor. “This hurts you more than it does me, I suppose,” she stated gravely. Suddenly both of them were laughing. Laughing with a simultanoeus impulsiveness which broke through th fog of their misunderstanding like a powerful light. “Aren’t we ridiculous?” gasped Sally. “I'm sorry if I’ve seemed to interfere, it’s only because I liked you so much before I knew your ambitions. But I’ve no right to try to change you into the person you seemed to me. I won’t do so ever again.” “I liked you, too,” Howell admitted. wondering at the husky earnestness of his own voice. “That first day I thought you were the most interesting girl I had ever met.’’ “Did you? T have disappointed you as much as you have me.” As they reached the walk leading into the house she said: “Let’s be friends again, shall we? If I promise not to crab at you any more?” The artless directness of her words appealed to him. Having carried his point, he was more than u filing to respond. “That would be wonderful. I need your friendship, Sally.” “Then you shall have it, my child.” With a fight heartedness he had not felt since leaving Mrs. Benton’s he opened the yellow door and said, “Good-night.” “I’ll see you again soon,” he promised. Money or no money, he would manage to see her some way. There was a vitality about her which affected him like a tonic. If only Lambie would help him as she had promised. But the thought of Lambie was depressing. Walking toward the boulevard he saw that the hands of the clocks in windows he passed were pointing to 12. If he hurried he could reach the candy shop in time to meet Madaiyn. But after being with Sally his desire for her was so luke warm that instead he pursued his way to Temple street. He found himself rather anxious to return to that dingy room. Would any trace of Sally remain to brighten it? She had stood outside his door with her handkerchief pressed to her eyes. Weeping because she was so frightened. Yet he couldn't Imagine Sally Osbourne being afraid of anything. Unlocking the door he found she had dropped that handkerchief near the pillow on his bed. He lifted it, amazed to discover that it wasn’t tear-soaked at all. Its freshy launj dered daintiness was quite dry and uncrumpled. Amused and a little bewildered at his own emotions, he held the bit of linen to his lips. No perfume-. He might have known there wouldn’t be. Sally scorned most of the allurements of her sex. Hastily, as if he were afraid someone might see, he tucked it back beneath his pillow. The little devil! She hadn’t been crying at all. He doubted if she had even been frightened. Strangely he did not think less of her for that. Two days later came a note from Mrs. Benton: “Dear Mr. Sheffield: You left vour address, so I am taking the liberty of writing. I haven't been able to rent your room and if you would care to use it through the summer you can have it for nothing. I have an old oil stove you could use to get your meals.” How much had Sallv Osbourne to do with this offer? If it were charity. as he susnected. he couldn’t accept! But although his first instinct was to write refusing, the thought of the craiet little room nulled at Ms heart. What a comfort to be back- in it! In the end he compromised by going to see Mrs. Benton to thank her for her kindness. “It's awfully good of you,” he said, “even If I can’t accept.*

—Bv Williams

“It isn’t good of me at all,” she said dryly. “I’ve some furniture stored in the garage and I’d feel better to have someone out there.” Her business-like manner reassured him. “I could pay you as much a& I'm paying where I am.” “I can’t let you do that,” she answered. “If you come back it’s a favor to me, and I won’t take anything for it.” In the end he accepted her offer and returned that same night. But when he inquired for Sally, Mrs. Benton replied that she wouldn’t be home for dinner. She added something which rather took the edge off of his homecoming. “There’s a man on the same paper who’s sweet on Miss Sally. She stays down town for dinner more than half the time.” Howell feigned indifference. No reason she shouldn’t have all sorts of masculine attention so far as he was concerned. He had nothing to offer. No money to spend, and tomorrow he would be calling on “Lambie.” CHAPTER FIFTEEN IT was an immaculate young man who knocked at the door of “Lambies” suite at 4 o’clock. Thinner by several pounds, more holloweyed, grimmer about the mouth, but evidently none the less attractive for “Lambie” received him with a burst of enthusiasm. “Dear boy, I am so glad!” Her feverish hand caught his and held it and this time he did not attempt to pull away. ' The paddled luxury of her surroundings was sensuously resplendency gorgeous. It glittered like the woman herself. Howell, sensitive to color, felt the beauty of it like a pain. The place was like a huge mosaic. Bits of jade, Chinese red and amber set In pure gold. Gold! Everything was dripping with it. “Lambie’s” brassy hair shone like gold in the softened light of her own rooms. Her skin had a faintly golden sheen. When she moved the bracelets on her arms clicked metallically. Her jaded, world-weary eyes burned like dull jewels. Nevertheless, she seemed older than ever, old as an idol men have worshiped for centuries. With the wicked wisdom of an idol! The knowledge expressed in her ugly features both repelled and fascinated him. She let him sink into a brocaded chair and offered cigarettes. “What have you been doing?” “Not much of anything, except I’ve moved.” “For better or worse?” “Better,” he smiled. Now that it belonged to his “past” he might relate the story of his room on Temple street. “Lambie” failed to see the humor of it.

(To Be Continued)

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