Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 191, Indianapolis, Marion County, 20 December 1929 — Page 28

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SYNOPSIS When Jacqueline Bordlnl. famous movie star, returns to the little town In which she had grown up, Howell Bhefßeld Is filled with dissatisfaction. Howell's father, an over-worked country doctor, dies of pneumonia, leaving his 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 calls herself ‘ Lambie.” offers him her friendship. Howell gets a room and meets Sallv Osbourne, who does not think much pf his ambition to be a movie actor. He tries to get work as an 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 t.iindv 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 faiter. 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 Madalyn, the candy shop waitress for sympathy. He yields to her physical lure and afterward hates himself, because he knows that he does not love her. One night Lambie, tn an expensive car, picks him up and takes him to her luxurious home. She promises to help him. Shortly after he reaches hts room. Sally Osbourne comes In frightened and tells him someone has been following her. Howell walks home with her. He realizes that she means more to him than any other girl he has met, but she la contemptuous of his ambition to get Into the movies and this angers him.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN (Continued) "Do you mean to say you were actually cooking your own meals?” "Such as they were, yes! I'm still doing that at Mrs. Benton's.” "But, my dear, you mustn't. It's so degrading.” Howell said he didn't see anything degrading about it, although the results were often far from satisfactory. "Lambie” frowned and stroked a silken knee. “It won’t do,” she said. "If you use all your reserve energy just to live you’ll have nothing left for a career. It will destroy your selfconfidence.” "The room on Temple street was pretty awful,” he admitted; "but now that I’m at Mrs. Benton’s, I can manage fine. She’s not charging me any rent.” This fact seemed even more upsetting. "Why isn’t she? Why should that woman give you anything for nothing?” A flash of temper crackled like lightning across her words. Howell answered stiffly, "She has some furniture stored in the garage and wants someone to stay out there.” "That's a likely story. How old is she? Is she good looking?” a a Thoroughly disgusted, he longed to rush from the room, but he could not—must not—give up his one chance of breaking into motion pictures. With the shamed flush deepening on his cheeks, he replied, "Gee "Lambie,” your insinuations are an insult!” She blew a furious cloud of smoke into the air. "Not so far as you’re concerned; but you don’t know the world as well as I do. Penny-pinching landladies can’t afford to offer their rooms for nothing.” “It's over a garage," he reminded her. “That makes no difference. She rented it to you before, didn’t she? No. there's something back of this." She continued to smoke in a sort of silent rage while Howell thought, “And I have to sit and take this. I am taking It." After a while she permitted a smile to soften the corners of her brightly rouged mouth. "Did my hasty temper frighten you?” “I can’t see any reason for it,” he admitted honestly. “It's the idea of that woman having designs on you that made me angry. I can’t, I won’t, see any one take advantage of you, Howell. You’re too clean; too fine.” He thought, “What Is it about me makes women say things like that?” “Now I’ve thought of a plan,” continued "Lambie,” "which will eliminate all danger of anything like that. If you’re going into motion pictures you should have a well-known address—a hotel that people can recognize.” "Time enough for that later. You seem to forget that I am not even in a position to pay for my room at Mrs. Benton’s,”

“I’ll take care of that,” "Lambie” said hastily. “If I’m going to help you, you must be willing to do things my way.” “I can't take money from you,” Howell said flatly, "My dear boy! Don’t be silly! What does a few hundred dollars matter to me? Pay it back later if you like, but don’t spoil the pleasure it would give me to do something for someone besides myself.” He repeated stubbornly, "I couldn’t do that. I might not be able to return it.” n n tt “T AMBIE” laughed and laid her -L/ hand upon his arm. He felt the burning pressure of it through his sleeve. “Are you going to be stupid and middle-class and mid-Victorian?” "Call it what you like. I shall be glad to accept your help. I need it; but I can’t borrow money from any woman." "Lambie” shrugged. "Not even if I refuse to help you otherwise?” How he longed to stride out of her gilded cage! "Be reasonable,” he pleaded. "Its a matter of principle.” With an obvious exertion of will, her face cleared. "All right. We’l say no more about it at present. I have invited Carleton Meade to tea. You’ve heard of him, of course.” "Carlton Meade, the producer?” “The same. He happens to be an old friend of my husband’s.” Carleton Meade coming to tea in “Lambie’s” apartment! Then she hadn’t been bluffing. "I'm going to tell him that you’re a nephew of my husband's.” "Will that be necessary? I’d rather not pretend to be someone I’m not.” "You need not pretend anything. Let me do the talking.” Howell’s innate pride rebelled. He was a Sheffield, one of the oldest families in Missouri—but that didn't mean a thing in Hollywood. And because he knew it so well he consented to be introduced as Granville Matthew’s nephew.

* 0 THE tea which followed Carleton Meade’s entrance consisted of highballs concocted from Mr. Matthew’s pre-war stock. Howell obeyed “Lambie’s instructions to let her do the talking. She presented him, carelessly, with a wave of her hand “Nephew of Granville’s. Want your highball now or later?’’ “Heilo, young man! Take it now,” said Carleton*,Meade. He sank into “Lambie’s” most deeply padded chair and sighed. "One of the few places in town where I can drink with any peace of mind.” With the disappearance of the highballs the conversation between the two older people covered many topics, none of which included Howell Sheffield. Glowing with the drink and excitement, Howell began to wonder if Labie” had changed her mind. Fear began to burn like a fever in his veins. Maybe she was punishing him for not faking her advice about a room. Maybe she was going to let him see what she might do for him and then not do it. He felt like Moses loking into the promised land. Another highball and he would begin to plead his own cause. Fortunately the other highball was not forthcoming. Carleton Meade rose. “Goodbv, young man?” Heart in his throat Howell cried, “Mr. Meade ...” “Lambie interrupted. “By the way, Carleton. Howell thinks he'd like to try. his luck in motion pictures.” “Poorest idea in the world,” Carleton Meade asserted definitely. “That’s what I tell him, but you know how young people are. * A few months’ work will probably cure him.” “There is practically no future whatever for an extra, which is what he'd have to be.” “Won’t you let him try it, Carleton?” “Can’t promise any work “Os course, that’s understood. If you'll just help him register at Central Casting .

—By Williams

Howell kissed "Lambie” after Mr. Meade had gone. His alcoholically cleared brain saw that she expected it. And at the moment it seemed a small enough price to pay for the letter which registered him at Central Casting. CHAPTER SIXTEEN THE matter of being registered seemed ample enough, once one had the proper credentials. Howell’s age, height, weight, wardrobe and accomplishments were rapidly jotted down upon a large white card. “You can dance, of course?” "Yes, sir.” "Any stage experience?” "Well, no, I haven’t . , "Can you swim and ride?” "Oh, yes! And I can play football. In fact, I’m good for most any kind of athletics.” He left the casting office with the dizzy sensation of a god, forced tc walk upon earth. Registered at last! Just as he had said he would be. The hardest part of the break-in was over. Now, he could sit back and wait for a call. They had warned him about that. "If you aren’t at home, ask some one else to take the message. And be sure they get it correctly. Season’s very slack now. ‘“We’ll send you a call when we can, but it will be up to you to get called back. With 27,000 more extras than we need, it’s impossible to give steady employment to anybody.’’ Howell understood that. From the looks of some of them and their insolent, sneering threats, he was surprised they ever were called. He felt that he had an advantage over the majority of the extras he had seen. He was big, he was well educated and he had ft collegiate wardrobe. What if he didn’t work more than two or three days a week! That would be more than S2O. He could certainly live on that with no rent to pay, and by fall he’d be making more. The world looked so rosy that he dropped in at the candy shop to tell Madalyn. "Gee, I’m glad. Now that you’re registered maybe you’ll feel like seeing me oftener.” He hadn’t thought of it. Since returning to Mrs. Benton’s he had not felt the need of her so keenly. But she was pretty. Daintily, flower-like in her lavender gown! He promised to take her to the beach some Sunday. “I’m off the last Sunday in the month,” she said. But that was this week, and "Lambie” would probably expect him to see her on Sunday." "I’m afraid I can’t this week ” he said apologetically. Madalyn’s lips trembled. He thought she was going to cry. "All right. There’s plenty of others.” “Talking about the others won’t get you any place with me,’’ Howell reminded her sternly. (To Be Continued)

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