Indianapolis Times, Volume 41, Number 310, Indianapolis, Marion County, 8 May 1930 — Page 16

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SYNOPSIS MARY DELLA CHUBB- The be&t looking clockor in the clock shop, if not in Waterburv. Lives with her Darnts in a Bank street bat. MIRIAM RORBIN Limited in S. A., hut Mary Della’s best girl friend; also a docker. JOE SPEAKS Mar.v Della s steadv. young man about town, good looking and hard-boiled. ROBERT HENLEY CALKMAN 111 Yare senior and football star, one of the Calkmans of Detroit. GEOROE McKRAY—He wanted to go to Harvard but the cards were against him; also a senior at Yale. Happv-go-luckv Is George MARJORIE MAFABEE—Daughter of fashion, living on Cracker hill. Fiancee Os Robert. TIMMY FIT7/MOAN Petting is his BP'clalty. In love with Marv Della. OLGA SVENSON -Also a docker and Hot too nooolar with anv one. Marv Della and Robert are parked on the old piece of highway off the Cheshire -oad when a woman is murdered by the I and Mask In the darkness ahead of their car. Thev leave the bodv and decide to sav nothing about it. to protect themselves. But after three riavs Marv Della writes an anonymous note to the police telling about the murder and where the bodv is. The American -irrtes the story under glaring headlines the next dav. but savs the police could not find the bodv. Bret Younge*- has writen a musical comrdv ea'led 'The Clock Shop dockers’’ in which Mary Della is to be the leading Marv Della discovers that she has lost the letter writen her by Robert and from which she tore a piece of paper to write the police about the murder. CHAPTER FOURTEEN (Continued.) Delia was pulling everything out of her pockets frantically. Piece by piece she removed a bit of pencil, a little handkerchief, the purse and a compact. Then she dug eagerly into both'pockets, but they tvere empty. "Miriam . . her eyes were full . . . I've lost . . . Bob's note. It’s the other half of the piece I wrote the letter to the police on.” CHAPTER FIFTEEN HAVING agreed with George that any attempt to see Mary Della might prove embarrassing to her as well as to himself, Robert decided that the better plan under the circumstances was to have George leave another note on the landing before the Chubb’s door. They did not leave early, therefore, but arrived at the Marabee home shortly after 8 o’clock. Marjorie and her mother were no less effusive than on his last visit, and even Mr. Marabee, good, honest soul that he wanted to be, took the two young men to his study and poured them out what he assured them was prewar stuff, which led both Robert and George to think that he must have been talking about the Nicaraguan war. In Mrs. Marabee’s "drawing” room were four tables of guests, deeply immersed in the problems of their respective hands. These bowed casually without rising, or, in the case of one or two of the men. rose and extended a flabby hand, and immediately went on with their games. A fifth table was promntly set up and Mrs. Marabee and George opposed Marjorie and Robert. It was the typically bridge party with the typically bnlliant wit flowing freely. “The orchids were beautiful. Bob," Marjorie remarked, assorting her cards. George kicked Robert on the shin and Robert bowed and smiled. "They were to substitute for the call I couldn't make," he said gallantly. ‘‘Midyears, you know." “Os course, you poor things." Mrs. Marabee interjected. "I reserve George, dee-yah.” Mrs. Marabee had the ace of hearts, the jack of clubs and most of the numerically small cards of the deck. She did well to reserve her bid. Robert bid a spade with four in hand, including the ace. jack and ten. George, a novice at the game who held bridge to be on a par with Mah Jongg and death by mercurial poisoning, gathered that he was supposed to make an informative bid for the benefit of his partner who had failed him utterly. Witn the queen of spades and the queen of clubs for support tby his own reasoning) and the king and ten of hearts, he bid two hearts, witn four in hand. Marjorie did not lack for quick tricks. She held the ace. king and queen of diamonds, with five in hand, the ace and king of clubs and the king of spades with four spades in hand. "Two spades.” she said sweetly, and turned to her mother. Now Mrs. Marabee considered it a of imbecility to bid on a minor suit, but out of consideration for her guests she considered it a matter of social necessity to accept the inevitable and raise George's bid of two hearts. “Three hearts,” she declared, and beamccL at George. After all she held thl

| ace, the nine, the seven, the six, I and the deuce; he should have a I comfortable Ijand. Robert understood well enough : that he must rely largely on his own hand, but the fact that Marjorie had raised the bid was assurance that she held the king or the queen or both. Still he preferred to hold five in hand in the absence of insufficient quick tricks. He decided, therefore to pass the bid. "By,” he said and acxnowleriged Marjorie’s smile. George, growing increasingly apprehensive, waited breathlessly for Marjorie to declare. Deserted by her partner, Marjorie made a second survey of her hand, decided against a blind bid on diamonds, and passed. “There, George,” announced Mrs. Marabee with enthusiasm, putting her cards out in a neat row across the table. “Even a minor suit may be of some consequence when sufficiently strong, my dee-yah.” tt V tt BUT you do net care for bridge? Nor I. We pass over the pain- | ful interim. The last trick is played. George has accumulated three tricks. Nine would have equaled his bid. “But my dee-yah George!” Mrs. Marabee is leaning far over the table. The smile on her face is a fixture. “How—George—what did you bid on—Am I mad?—George—it is preposterous—you couldn't have bid, my dee-yah—l refuse to believe my eyes ” By this time Marjorie has resorted to George's tactics and caught Mrs. Marabee on the instep with the toe of her shoe. Mrs. Marabee subsides, but continues to boil within. This is worse than heresy, treason, all the violations of social, religious and legal laws, ethics and customs. When it came time to move, Marjorie and Robert slipped out into the hall and shut themselves in Mr. Marabee’s study. (Mr. Marabee was in the kitchen, had been in the kitchen all evening, preparing that portion of the refreshments which no one else could prepare so well as he. He had his faults, did Mr. Marabee, but bridge was not one of them.) “Bob. darling, I must have a moment with you. Those dreadful people are such a nuisance when ! one wants to talk . . . seriously,” : Marjorie added. “Tell me what you ’ have been doing. Have you thought j of me every minute since you were j here? Do you really love ms, Bob? i Oh, darling. I’ve wanted you so. so l earnestly.” She tucked her head under his chin and pulled his arms about her. “I’ve been mighty busy. Marjorie,” Robert said truthfully, but by no means satisfying his conscience. ‘Sometimes I think I’ve taken on too much lately. I hardly have an hour to do as I please any more.” “I know it. my darling, but I do wish you had more time to devote to me,” pouting a little. “You don’t know how it is . . . not going out with any other young men. and you * so seldom here.” “Good heavens," exclaimed George. "Why aren't you going out with whom you please? You make an awful cad out of me, expecting you j to go out with no one but me.” j “It’s mother. Bob. . . . She says she doesn't think it right for an | engaged girl to run around with young men other than her fiance. And I do so love to have a good time. “Why. Thornton Webstone—you know that's the boy who was madly in love with me before you came along, and such a nice boy—he arranged a big party just for me. with all the fixings—and mother wouldn't let me go. Said I shouldn’t put a foot out of the house with a young man unless the young man was you.” Silence. "This Thornton ” asked Robert “is he—l mean, do you like him?” i "Oh, lots. Bob. We were sweethearts as children. And he’s still mad about me. But ” she met Robert's eyes ! stand. I don’t care for him as I do you, darling. "Os course not.” Robert agreed readily. “Life is funny, isn't it, 1 Marjorie?” “Awfully, Bob . . . Did I tell you you were to send me a photograph of yourself. Bob? For the newspapers, you know. Mother's whispered it about, and they’ve already bean asking." that considered .. . neces- ■ w.” \

—By Williams

But the door opened a* - that instant and Mrs. Marabee caught a hand of each and led them back to the “drah-ing” room. “Marjorie’s such a little talkie ” she explained, “and we, mustn’t start gossip among the guests.” tt tt tt TN a very different part of town an amateur musical comedy producer was going over his scrip with his leading lady, a few other characters and a part of the chorus. They were in the living room of the Svenson flat on West Main street. Pending arrangements for a small hall where they might have a stage and a little makeshift scenery, they were rehearsing where they could. Olga had made this first night possible by inviting them to her home. “And now,” Brett Younger was saying, “we’ll let that part go for the present and consider the leading lady. Mary Della, the part was made for you. You were the logical person for it and I thought of you all while I was writing it ” “No soft soap, now, Brett . . .” Mary Della sat in a muchly overstuff ed chair and tried to appear as if carrying musical comedy parts was a daily occurrence. “Soft soap, my eye,” Brett replied. “I’m telling you the truth. And to prove it, there’s the song. Didn’t I have your name put in it? I’m a married man, 'Mary Della; you don’t have to worry about me. But if I wasn’t . , They all laughed at that and felt a little easier for it. “Now, Mary Della,” Brett resumed “you enter somethng like this . . Brett stepped into the hall and immediately re-entered, walking as much like a woman as he could, hanging up an imaginary coat and hat and dropping behind an improvised bench, wearing an expression of gentle boredom. “Not too peppy, not too mopey. You see, you want to look your best all the time, but pretty quick you have to hop up and show the audience just how much life there is in the modern girl. See? Now. you try it.” Mary Della went out, then came back in, a little self-conscious, but about as she would have entered had there been no musical comedy rehearsal. “Gee! That’s great. Child, you’re a wonder. You just behave like Mary Della and you’ll be a whiz. Now for the dance and song.” He hunted through his brief case md extracted a piece of music, written in pencil. At the top of the sheet, in ink was written; ’The Clock Shop Clock.” “You see, Mary Della, the ‘Clock Shcp Clock’ is a dance. I started to call it the ‘Clock Shop Click,’ but ’Click's' a weak ending for the title. You click your heels; so why not let’s say clock is the past tense of click. Click, clock, clocked. See?" Once more they joined in the laughter led by the producer. “Here's the dance. Mary Della. I'm no Pavlowa, but you'll see what I mean. (To Be Continued)

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