Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 195, Indianapolis, Marion County, 25 December 1929 — Page 12

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SYNOPSIS When Jaeaueltrv' Bordini. famous movie •tar returns to the little town in which she had strown up. Howell Sheffield is filled with dissatisfaction. Howells father, an overworked 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 ''Lamble’' offers him her friendship. Howell gets a room in Hollywood and meets Sally Osbourne, who does not think muen of his ambition to be a movie actor. Sally warns him what Hollywood will do to him and they part coldiy. Howell tries to get work but fails. Desperate and almost penniless. Howell is starving himself, but he will not give up. He turns for sympathy to Madalyn a candy shop waitress, and yields to her physical lure, afterward hating hlmsslf because he knows he does not love her. One day Lambie. In an expensive car, pic;:s him up. She promises to help him. Through her he gets a letter from Carleton Meade, producer, and lands a job as an "extra.' 1 Gratefully he plays up to Lambie, though he does not care for tlowel] realizes that Sallv Osbourne means more to h.im than anv other girl he~ has met. but she is contemptuous of his ambiiton to get into the movies and fills angers him. . .. . . , He takes Madalyn out to the beach for a Sunday and finds her as luring as ever. CHAPTER NINETEEN (Continued) Sighing, he slipped deeper in his dream, until suddenly the world crashed about him and he woke to reality and the sound of Madalyn’s sobbing. “Madalyn—oh, my dear! Please don't do that.” “I can t help it. You. oh, what must you think of me?” Frightened and alarmed, as he had never been before, he attempted to comfort her. ‘‘l’m sorry, Madalyn. Don't cry about it. Please don’t cry." He put his arm about her shaking shoulders, murmuring selfconscious, miserable phrases. “I wouldn't hurt your feelings for anything. Why, Madalyn. I think you're the finest little girl in the world.” How he hated himself for every word he uttered! She dabbed at her eyes, smiling wanly through her tears. “You mean that. Howell?” “Os course I meant it.” (“Liar! You know whose fault this was. If she hadn't led you on . . .”) Turning a deaf ear to thoughts like those, he murmured, “There now, that's better. You aren’t going to cry any more, are you?” “Not if you really care about me.” “But I do! Os course I do.” She put her arms about his neck Pressed her tear-wet cheek to his “You don't think I'm that kind of a girl?” She would say that! He groaned. “Os course I don’t. Put your hat on, dear. I'm going to take you home.” Endless the street car ride from Santa Monica! Madalyn shivered in her crumpled velvet coat like a storm-drenched pansy! He had made her look like that. Oh. God! But had he? From the moment they had met she had been leading him on . . . At last they left the car and were walking toward her home. She clung to his arm. speaking disconnectedly of her work in the candy Rhop, of the jealousy between the waitresses, of the favoritism of the manager . . . “He’s sweet on one of the girls and she gets the best of everything. It’s that way every place. A decent girl hasn't a chance.” Howell agreed, scarcely knowing what she had said. When they reached the porch she put pleading arms about his neck. “You won’t quit coming to see me?” “Why should I. Madalyn?” “You're so different from any one else. I never know what you're going to do.” “Neither do I. for that matter.” he reflected, glocrrttly. He kissed her goodnight and strode away into the night. No use to return to Mrs. Benton's now. Savagely, feeling contempt for Madalyn and bitter loathing for himself, he covered block after block . . . Dawn was breaking as he unlocked the door of the room over the garage. In less than five hours he must be donning his policeman s uniform. Dam the uniform. Dam everything connected with motion pictures, his career and Hollywood Nevertheless, at 8:45 he was being admitted to the E. C. B. Studio,

casting a glance of pity at the “specs” who waited outside. Poor devils! He knew how they felt. He’d been one once ... He greeted Dimples with enthusiasm. Put on the uniform, with a feeling of some importance. After all, he was almost doing a bit. Not just one of the crowd. The chances were he’d show, although Dimples had told him it was rare for an extra to recognize himself in the completed picture. “Background—that's all we’re good for.” Several of those who had been in the picture Saturday greeted Howell as he strolled through the “stadium.” The sun was shining. The air was fresh and clear. He was a part, even if only a small one, of the most exciting profession in the world. Last night with its unhappy secret should be locked away in the recesses of his brain. And not repeated! That night Howell returned to his room to find a dish of Spanish rice upon the felt-covered table. It was not the first time Mrs. Benton had sent him portions of food from her kitchen. Pieces of pie and cake often were waiting his return. Howell devoured these donations greedily, but he remembered “Lambie’s” warning and felt uncomfortably that even though she was wrong, he shouldn’t accept so much charity. Having consumed the rice and sveral cups of coffee, he decided to go to the house and thank his landlady. He stopped for a moment on the vine-covered porch. The window opening into the room she used for an office was open and Sally’s voice floated out. Not wishing to meet her after their lack of harmony the day before, he waited for her to depart. Heard her say calmly, “Let’s see. I was paid up to the first of May, wasn’t I?” “Yes, you were, Miss Sally.” “All right. Then here’s the check for next month.” Mrs. Benton sounded reluctant. “I don’t know as I should be letting you do this.” “Why not?” “It doesn’t seem fair when you work so hard for your money.” “It was my own idea, you know. I wouldn't have suggested it if I hadn’t wanted to do it. Besides it’s little enough you’re asking.” “But I feel so guilty letting you pay for it when he thinks he’s getting it for nothing.” “Well, don't worry about that. You can help out with food now and then.” “I have done that,” Mrs. Benton said, eagerly. “Just tonight I sent over a dish of Spanish rice.” Howell, halfway down the steps, had stopped in his tracks. They couldn’t mean . . . Oh, but they did. Sally Osborne was paying Mrs. Benton for bis room. Without thinking what he was going to say, he dashed through the hall and into the room. “I was on the porch.” he cried. “I heard what you've been saying.” Sally's face turned as white as chalk. “Now, Howell, please don’t be angry ...” “Angry? What do you think I am?” Mrs. Benton closed the door he had left open. “I told Miss Sally there’d be the ‘dickens’ to pay if you found this out.” “Oh. but Howell ...” “How much have you paid her?” he demanded. “Not much. She wasn't asking much.” “How much?” he repeated furiously. Mrs. Benton told him. It was a small enough sum. but it took every dollar he had in the shabby wallet, including. the check he had cashed for that day's work. He drew it out and forced it into Sally's trembling hand. “I wouldn't have believed you’d do a thing like this to me. Sally." “I only wanted to help you get back on your feet.” “Help make a beggar of me, you mean. No doubt you meant it

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kindly enough, but that isn’t the sort of thing a man appreciates.” Sally stood like a statue. Flamingly silent. Suddenly she snatched the check she had laid upon the table and walked deliberately from the room. CHAPTER TWENTY HOWELL stared after Sally’s retreating figure Vith hot brown eyes. “You shouldn’t have taken it like that, Mr. Sheffield. You’ve hurt her feelings.” “What about my feelings?” he snapped. I might have known Sally was back of your kind-heart-ed offer. You deceived me, Mrs. Benton. You told me you wanted someone to stay in the garage.” “I told you nothing but the truth, Mr. Sheffield!!. I’d much rather have you there than to have it vacant.” “Do you think I'd have even considered accepting it if I suspecte any one else was paying for it?” “Certaily not! That’s the reason I didn’t tell you. Miss Sally is the kindest little person in the world. When she first suggested it I told her I’d like to let you have the room for nothing, but I’m under such heavy expense ” “I understand that, Mrs. Benton. I though there was something funny about it.” She gazed at him with apologetic eyes. ‘ What are you going to do now?” “I don’t know. I’ll have to think.” She had seen his wallet. Knew he had stripped it to repay Sally. It would be folly to give up his room when he hadn't a dollar to pay in advance anywhere else. “If you’ll let me keep my room for a few days . . . I’ll promise to pay you before the end of the week.” “That will be all right. Mr. Sheffield. Don’t worry about that.” She added, anxiously, “I hope you don’t mind my sending you a little something now and then. We do so much cooking. “It’s awfully good of you,” he replied stiffly, “but I’d rather not accept anything else, if you don’t mind.” Sick at heart he returned to his room. What a miserable situation he had let himself into by accepting Mrs. Benton’s proposition. “Lambie” was right. There had been something back of it. More than even she had suspected. . . . What was he to do about it? He couldn't live another day without funds. Should he wire his mother to come to his rescue? No, he’d starve before he’d resort to that. After the promises he had made to her. As he sat, dejectedly, head in his hands. Mrs. Benton called from the kitchen, “You're wanted on the telephone.” (To Be Continued)

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