Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 3, Indianapolis, Marion County, 14 May 1930 — Page 11

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SYNOPSIS MARY DELLA CHUBB—Thr best looking docker in the clod; shop, if not lu Waterburv. Lives with her parents in a Bank street bat. MIRIAM ROBBlN—Limited in S. A., but Marv Della’s best girl friend: also a docker. JOE SPEAKS— Della's steady, young man about town, good looking and hard-boiled. ROBERT HENLEY CALKMAN 111Yale senior and football star, one of tlie Caikmans of Detroit. GEORGE McKEAY—He wanted to go to Harvard but the cards were against him: also a senior at Yale. Happy-go-lucky is George MARJORIE MARABEE—Daughter of fashion, living on Cracker hill, fiancee of Robert. TIMMY FITZMOAN -Petting is his specialty. In love with Mary Delia. OLGA SVENSON Also a docker and not too popular with any one. Mary Della and P "ft are parked on the old piece of I v o3 the Cheshire road when a ' n is murdered bv the Red Mask in irkness ahead of their car. Tiiev Ic. the body and decide to sav nothing ah it it. to protect themselves. But after three days Mary Della writes an anonymous note to the police telling about the murder and where the body is. The American carries the story under glaring headlines the nc::t day. but says the police could not find the body. Brett Younger has written a musical l comedy called "The Clock Shop Clockin which Marv Della is to be the leading Jrdv. M~rv Della discovers that she has lost the letler written her bv Robert and from which she tore a piece of paper to write the police about the murder. Leaving the first rehearsal of “The Clock Shop Clockerr.” Mary Della sees Robert’s car parked in front of The Elton. She gets in and waits for developments. Robert and George MacTCray come out of The Elton and find Mary Della in the car. George says he has an engagement. but will meet Robert at the hotel H-r. Robert takes Marv Della for a r.rie. during which he suggests that life isn’t always fair to lovers. CHAPTER NINETEEN (Continued) “Now, some time when you and your mother can't find anything to talk about, you tell her about this fellow. It's not that she don't trust you, but she's your mother and she’s got a right to know . . .” The lengthy speech from the usually reticent Mr. Chubb had the effect of stirring Mrs. Chubb to an heroic effort to change the subject and thereby save Mary Della from the tears that were obviously about to spoil the evening. “Now it's all right, honey.” she said quickly, ‘and if you'll just pour your pop a cup of coffee you'll save me a load. AM while you're in the kitchen get the paper off the table and bring it back. There's a lot on the society pages about a highbrow engagement I didn't finish reading.” Man,- Della brought Mr. Chubb's coffee and handed her mother the paper. “Anybody I ever heard of?” she asked absently, resuming her place at the table. “Sure," Mrs. Chubb replied. “It's that Marabee girl that’s always having a card party, or going to a card party, or doing something else in society.” She folded the paper and held it to one side to get a better light. “Who's she marrying?” “Well, let’s see now . . . announce the engagement of their daughter Margorie to Mr. Robert Ilenley Calkman 111 of Detroit. Mr. Calkman is now a senior at Yale, but after graduation will enter one of his father's factoiies at Detroit.” r a a a “ROUNDS like money for the Marabees." said Mary Della, stacking the dishes. “Have they got her picture in there?” She dropped a handful of silver into a platter and reached for her father's empty cup. “Here's both their pictures,” replied Mrs. Chubb. ’“Rich nice looking young fellow she's going to marry, too." Mary Della set the cup down, walked around behind Mrs. Chubb ■and looking over her shoulder. "I ll say he's handsome. And what’s more, he—he —he ” Nowkjthere was nothing comical In either picture, but Mary Della suddenly began to laugh, a high, shrill laugh. And the more her mother and father looked at her, the more she laughed. And then at the moment when she seemed most amused, she burst into tears, and finally rushed into her bedroom and slammed the door behind her. Mrs. Chubb recovered from her amazement and turned to her husband. “You see what you did, bawling the child out like that. She couldn't hold in any longer. And you. a great big brute of a man talking like she’d been running around with every scapegoat in the city.” “It's been five minutes since I raid a word.” declared Mr. Chubb. “And besides, what’s put the kid in a tantrum wasn't what I said; it's iin that paper you been looking at. |You women got a lot to learn about lach other, mother.”

CHAPTER TWENTY “ r T' , HE usually austere walls and x ceiling of the armory were hidden beneath bunting draperies in a color scheme of blue and white; gayly colored electric lights glowed everywhere, and autumnal greenery, flowers, potted plants and palms formed veritable woodland bowers in ; every corner. Boxes lined the north and south sides of the floor forming ! a pretty frame for the gowns of the women and glistening shirt bosj oms of the guests who occupied I them."—From the American. You will observe that I do not j ask you to accept my word for it. j There it is. inth immortal phrases of a newspaper man, and a newspaper man gets the facts. Never mind if he has thrown in a few posies for atmosphere. He is an artist, to whom the dictionary is a i palette for fine pigments and a | typewriter a fine and pliable brush. | And, after all, what’s a little ati mosphere between friends? There is the armory on Field | street at 9 o’clock of a Friday night, and into this tropical scene shortly ; after 9 o'clock swept the blossoming i Miriam, chin up, eyebrows up, nose i inclined to be up, and walking with | a combination twist and lateral | sway that suggested a tight-wire walker getting ready to do a foxI trot In mid-air. And with her was | the immaculate Timmy Fitzmoan, poured into a tuxedo that might have fitted him a couple of years ! back, cheerful and attractive for all that. They deposited their several wraps and entered the great hall in a manner that said plainly enough: “All right, people, start the fireworks.” Now. as they proceeded along the outer reaches of the hall they became aware of many eyes turned in their direction, and, like the grand couple they were, they interpreted this as a mark of approval, based upon their collective and individual attire, toilette and general accountrements. And since I hastily have sketched the impression made by Timmy, I can do his lady no less honor, for Miriam wore a dress of jade taffeta with a close-fitting waist and a billowy skirt, high-heeled gold slippers with tulle pompoms on the I toes. She might easily have been mistaken for the Duchess Whozit of Will Rogers’ Batavia. “My dear Mister Fitzmoan," said Miriam, clinging to Timmy’s arm, ‘isn't it a perfectly enormous effect, the decorations and gowns and everything?” "It’s sure swell, all right,” Timmy agreed. “Looks like the cops mean to have a snippy time of it. Don't see that Speaks fellow around, do you?” But this subtlety was not lost to Miriam. “If you’re asking me, Mister Fitzmoan, if I see Miss Chubb, I must ; say I haven't remarked the young lady as yet.” j “Aw, say! Come down off the • trolley wire, Miriam. You couldn't j see Charlie Schnitman with your ; head up in the rafters. And I asked about Speaks, not Mary Della." a e a “TT> EALLY, Mr. Fitzmoan, you're JLv most irritating, don’t you know.” Miriam had not practiced a part for two weekly only to abandon it up entering the stage. "You asked for Mr. Speaks, of course, but it isn’t the least fatiguing to see through you. Not in the least, Mr Fitzmoan. Is this our box. Mr. Fitzmoan?” “Listen. Miriam,” Timmy pro - tested, “will you quit calling irj ‘Mr. Fitzmoan?’ I don't answer to anything but Timmy, police ball or baseball.” In rapid succession Miriam bowed splendidly to the men in i their box and repeated the process j for the benefit of those in the box I to their left, which included Alderman Patrick McFadden, Peter Griffin and Addy Ashborn. Timmy turned abruptly. “Why . it’s Officer Mauldin. Officer Maullin. Timmy, not ‘Dick’; and look,; there’s Officer Noonan and Officer j Hughes, and Officer Carroll and . . .” •Better call the roll, Miriam.” said Timmy; “you’ll save time. Look : . . . Mary Della . . Miriam rose hastily. “May I have ycur arm. Mr. Fitzmoan?" Timmy got to his feet readily and j accompanied the duchess-for-an-evening to the door. "Oh. Mary Della.” Miriam excla'med; “you angel! You’ve never looked so expensive in your life. It’s

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a perfectly gorgeous party, and we’ve been having such a large time, haven’t we, Mr. Fitzmoan?” Timmy appealed to Mary Della. “Will you do something to make Miriam come out of the clouds?” he pleaded. “It’s Mr. Fitzmoan this and Mr. Fitzmoan r and a lot of highbrow talk tha me cold." no use, Mil Mary Della declared. “Timmy's lowbrow and you might as well chuck your Cracker Kill gargle while you’re with him.” Mary Della was a picture. Peach chiffon, peach satin slippers with jeweled heels, and a jeweled bandeau. A gilt frame and she might have been a Sargent masterpiece. And in her wake was the phlegmatic Joe Speaks, his tuxedo a bit too tight at the shoulders and considerably too wide at the bottom of the trouser legs, but fresh from the pressers. “You and Timmy know Joe, don't you, Miriam?” Mary Della asked suddenly. Timmy nodded indifferently and turned his attention elsewhere. “I'm sure I’ve met Mr. Speaks before,” Miriam admitted, pretending to search her memory for the occasion. “Your friend's upset over something,” Joe remarked to Mary Della, with a short snort intended to be an insulting laugh. “Let’s dance.” a a a AT that moment the orchestra burst forth with the hectic strains of “Dig a Dig a Doo,” and the floor gradually filled with laughing, chattering couples. “So long, honey,” Miriam called, stepping out of character. “See you later.” She slipped an arm about the neck of the startled Timmy and moved off into the crowd imitating the movement of a hair-spring in the process of vibrating. “A: id now,” Mary Della teased, “see if you can keep your feet on the floor, Joe." “Somebody around you'd like to dance with?” Joe replied savagely. “Do your stuff and don’t worry about me; I was dancing before you fell out of the cradle.” “Then it must bs age,” said Mary Della. “There’s Charlie McWeeney and George McClligott doing duty at the door. Gosh, I’ll bet they're sore they have to work tonight. “They ain’t working any harder’n most of these flatfoots on the floor,” Joe declared. “What you say we drag out early and go for a ride, Mary Della?” "Nothing doing, big boy. You're getitng worse than Timmy. We re going to stay for the end. and then we're going home. And that’s that.” “You know,” said Jos, “I think you’re afraid of the Red Mask. You haven’t wanted to park since they started all that fuss about a phony murder. Don’t you know I wouldn't let him hurt you?” “Os course I do, Joe . . . Pardon, did I step under your foot? . . . I'm not afraid of anybody in particular. But the last time we went to ride you asked me something, didn't you? Well, I’ve got to settle that before we park again. See?” “Well, what’s the matter with settling it tonight? You've had plenty of time to know what you want to do.” (To Be Continued)

THE SON OF TARZAN

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