Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 199, Indianapolis, Marion County, 30 December 1929 — Page 11

DEC. 30. 1929_

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SYNOPSIS Whfin Jacauelinp Bordini. famous movie star, returns to the little town fn 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 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 In Hollywood and meets Sally Osbourne, who docs not think much of his ambition to be a movie actor. Sally warns him whnt Hollywood will do to him and they pa rt coldly. 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 can.iy shop waitress, and yields to her physical lure, afterward hating himself because he knows he does not love her. One dsv Lambie, In an expensive car, flicks him up. She promises to help lim. Through her he gets a letter from Carleton Meade, producer, and lairds a Job as an "extra.” Gratefully, he plays up to Lambie, although he does not care for her. Howell realizes that Sally Osbourne means more to him than any other girl he has met. hut she is contemptuous of his ambition to get into the movies and this angers him. He takes Madalvn out to the beach for a Sunday and finds her as luring as ever. Howell learns that Sally secretly has been paying part of his room rent and angri'; accuses her. Lambie is more affectionate than ever and offers him money, which he very much needs. He acepts reluctantly, telling her he will pay her back. She presses him to accept more from her. But he knows now that she demands something in return. In a final scene she shows her true nature and Howell breaks away, sickened. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE IF he lived to be 100 years old, Howell Sheffield would not be able to forget his twenty-third birthday. Catching a glimpse of himself in a mirror on the elevator, he thought bitterly. “You're a fine fellow,” The reflection of the face Jacqueline Bordini had seen fit to admire made him feel ill. He walked to the subway station and took a Hollywood car. conscious of only one idea. He owed “Lambie” SIOO, which must be paid before he could look upon himself with any self-respect. Something Sally had said to him months ago flashed across his mind. “You’ll hang around until you lose your money and self-confidence. In the end, maybe, your health and self-respect.” And he had answered, “I wouldn’t say that if I were you.” The memory of “Lambie’s” words and the expression in her eyes made his blood run cold. Would he ever feel free of the contamination of her touch? Even after he had repaid the money he had borrowed? Borrowed? She hadn’t expected him to return it. She had known he never would be able to save SIOO out of his earnings as a “cop.” Now he hated that word! How he hated the sight of a brass-but-toned uniform and himself in it! A fine costume for a man who should be wearing a surgeon's coat. “Oh, well, and oh. hell,” as Dimples would say, it was all a part of the game. The thing for him to do was to return the SIOO immediately. He went to Dimples’ rooming house, determined to seek advise without confiding. Dimples was clad in a purple dressing gown, rather the worse for wear. His room was littered with trophies of the chase. Photographs, some quite intimate ones, sentimentally inscribed. A telegram, “Blue days, purple nights, meet me tomorrow,” signed "Peggy.” was pasted across the mirror. A half-open box labeled “Among My Souvenirs” revealed gloves, vanity cases, chiffon handkerchiefs, garters and other things. Howell considered that box the most atrocious thing about Dimples. He exhibited it to masculine visitors with the air of a conqueror, boastfully relating the stories that went with it. The tales he told were those of a modern Boccaccio, both revolting and fascinating. At these times Howell wondered why he continued the friendship, but after all Dimples was a colorful soul He always could round up a crowd or think of something to do. Howell had decided by now that beggars can not be ehosers in the matter of companionship. Dimples was more or less a#- life-saver in an existence barreira.*'masculinity, and as such, Howell appreciated him. He pushed aside the contents of the box Dimples had been examining and sank upon the bed, saying

desperately, “where the devil can I get $100?” Dimples lighted a clgaret and doubtless remembered the various small sums he had borrowed from his friend. “What’s the rush, big fellow'?” “In a jam,” Howell confided with brevity. “I have to have SIOO right away.” “Might as well ask me where you could get a thousand,” the other said, admiring the reflection of his dimples in the mirror opposite. “Say, Howell, did you ever notice how much I resemble Reginald Denny? A girl was telling me yesterday—” “About as much as I do Greta Garbo,” Howell agreed pleasantly. “Forget your face if you can and give me a little honest-to-God advice.” Dimples frowned. “I presume you have already discovered the idea of making it in motion pictures.” “Don’t be a fool. I want it this year.” “I’ve an idea,” Dimples contributed brightly. “Get a job as a real cop. Join the Los Angeles police force.” Howell scowled ar.d kicked the foot of the bed. “I wonder if there’s any place in this town where I could get part time employment.” “Sure, dressed like a cook flying flapjacks In a restaurant window.” Howell stared at him in disgust. “Aren’t you ever serious? Don’t you ever think about anything?” “Absolutely not!” the other boy assured him gravely. “If I stopped to think I’d get so low I’d kill myself. As for this problem of getting SIOO, I wish I could help you, but I need more than that amount at the moment myself. Let’s forget it and have a little drink.” They drank soberly, taking turns from the toothbrush glass. “You’ve been a lot of help,” Howell said ungratefully. “I was afraid you’d feel that way. The fact of the matter is, my mind is on other things. I’ve got anew amour. Want to hear about it?” “Not tonight.” “Prettiest baby I’ve seen in many a day. Face like a flower.” “They all have,” Howell responded truthfully. It was more than he could bear to have to listen to the details of one of Dimples' affairs tonight; and since he could obtain no worthwhile advice, he might as well run along. “Stick around, Sheff, We’ll stir up a party.” “I'm not in that kind of a mood,” Howell replied glumly, and depa ted more depressed than befc e. The drink that Dimples had given him did not improve his mental condition. He began to feel desperate. He had to have SIOO. He had to have it right away. He was walking out the boulevard. approaching the candy store, and almost without volition of his own, merely because it was midnight and Fate had apparently directed his footsteps hither, he decided to wait for Madalyn. He was pleased with her start of surprise. “Gee. I’m glad to see you.” She stared at his distressed, tortured face. “What's the matter? You look as if something had happened.” “Something has. I’ve just discovered that I’m the prize fool in Hollywood. Naturally, the discovery is not a pleasant one.” “I should think not,” she said sympathetically, adding, quickly, "Os course, you know I don’t agree with you. I guess you're just feeling low.” Here was the remedy he needed —large quantities of it, thickly applied. “You don’t know the half of it, Maralyn, and I can't tell you.” “You couldn’t tell me anything about yourself that would be very bad. T knew you’d been* drinking the minute I come out, but I didn’t crab at you. did I?” “No. you're an angel. You’re a mighty sweet little kid.” “You haven’t acted as if you thought so lately.”

—By Wiliams

Swinging from his depression into a more dangerous emotion, Howell cried recklessly. “I think just as much of you as I ever did. I’m afraid of you, that’s all.” “Afraid of me? Say, what you tryin’ to do; kid me?” He put his hand upon her bare arm. It was cool and firm. Utterly unlike “Lambie’s.” “I’m afraid I’ll be making love to you.” Evidently this was what she had been longing to hear. They were for once proving mutually satsifactory. “Is that the reason you haven’t really kissed me since that night at the beach?” “Os course, I don’t want to make you unhappy.” “I wasn’t unhappy, I was scared He couldn’t bear for her to finish her sentence. If she said anything more about being a good girl he felt sure something terrible would happen. Desperately he whispered. “It made me unhappy, too, to hear you cry.” They had reached the little white house. Madalyn went inside and when he did not follow her she said, half laughing. “I won’t cry the next time, honey.” But the door closed in his face, leaving Howell alone on the vinecovered porch. (To Be Continued)

STAR MEN TO MEET American Astronomers to Hold Annual Session. Bu United Press CAMBRIDGE, Mass., Dec. 30. Recent discoveries of American and Canadian astronomers will be disclosed at the forty-third annual meeting of the American Astronomical Society which convenes at Harvard university here today. The meeting will occupy five days. Among the papers expected to be presented at the meeting will be one by J. E. Willis on the crossedvertical transit, anew instrument used extensively during the past year in fundamental astronomy. A preliminary report of the eclipse of the sun in 1932 will be made by Frederick Slocum, it was announced. Slocum's report will deal with the possibility that the eclipse would occur in a clear sky. During the session, members of the society will visit the plant of the General Electric Company at Lynn, where they will witness the process of manufacture of fused quartz mirrors. Total trade of ninety-one nations reached $32,914.000,C00 in 1928, while the 1929 figure is estimated to be about $3,500,000,000 ahead of that figure.

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