Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 4, Indianapolis, Marion County, 15 May 1930 — Page 15

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SYNOPSIS MARY DELLA CHUBB—The best looking; docker in the dock shop. If not In Waterburv. Lives with her parents in a Bank street bat. MIRIAM ROBBlN—Limited In S. A., but Mary Della's best Kiri friend; also a docker. JOE SPEAKS—Mary Della's steady, Young man about town, good looking and hard-boiled. ROBERT HENLEY CALKMAN 111 Yale senior and football star, one of the Calkmans of Detroit. GEORGE McKRAY—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 Della. OLGA BVENBON —Also a docker and not too popular with any one. Mary Della and Robert are parked on the old piece of Highway off the Cheshire road when a woman is murdered by ♦he Red Mask In the darkness ahead of their car. They leave the body and decide to sav nothing about 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 next day. but says the police could not find the body. . ; Brett Younger has written a musical comedv called “The Clock Shop Clockin which Mary Della is to be the leading ladv. Marv Della discovers that she has lost the letter written her by 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 dockers.” Mary Della sees Robert's car parked in front of The Elton. She gets in and waits for developments. Robert and George MacKrav 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 later. Robert takes Mary Della for a ride, during which he suggests that life isn’t always fair to lovers. CHAPTER TWENTY (Continued) “Plenty of time to decide how I’m going to spend the rest of my life. Joe? Well, not so as you’d notice it . . . Did you get that job at the rolling mills, Joe?” “I turned it down. The big bums didn’t want to pay ipe nothing. But I’m still knocking off a little dough with the African dominoes, and you won’t have to worry about fixing that little house up with furniture. . . . Can’t you keep your feet out of the way.” “It’s practically impossible, Joe, with a couple of caskets running ’em down every time they move. Look at the Three Musketeers gazing in. Pat Murphy, Bill Hart and John Hayes. They must be working, too. . You’d think they were expecting a riot to break loose or something.” a a a AFTER the third dance Joe went out for a smoke and Mary Della found herself being conducted to a box by the feverish Miriam. “Come on, darling, and let’s talk. Timmy’s gone out to draw on a cigaret and I’ve got something scrumptious to tell you.” “Sounds like dirt to me,” said Mary Della. “What officer have you knocked for a bar of green 6oap now?” “Honey, he’s no policeman. They say all men look alike in evening clothes, but this one’s a mile different. I never saw him before in my life, but how handsome! Oh, baby! And he asked me for the next dance. Can you beat it? Just walked right up like he’d known me for years and said ‘May I have the next dance?’ And I said, ‘You can, you know.’ ” “And you didn't give him the come-on or wink, 'or ” "Oh, x saw him standing by the door looking lonesome and I smiled, but that's nothing. I’ve smiled plenty tonight.” “I don’t doubt it. But you must of given him a special smile to bring him over like that. Where is he?” “How do I know, darling? Timmy was with me and he just strolled off toward the door. Maybe he was going up in the balcony to keep an eye on me.” “Sapolio!” “There you go, Mary Della. Don’t you think I ever knock ’em over like that? Child, it’s a gift. .. . Did you ever see so many gorgeous frocks in your life?” But if Man Della had waited until tha; moment to examine the ladies’ clothes she was not likely to see much, for without warning the lights suddenly went out and the big hall was in total darkness. Thinking that this was the preliminary to a moonlight dance or some equally delightful surprise, the dancers were silent for a moment. But when nothing followed but a chorus of male voices near the door demanding to know “who turned out them lights?” the crowd laughed and began to ask one another in turn what it was all about. Then the single Illuminating eye of a flashlight appeared in the balcony at the end of the hall, moved swiftly over the crowd until every one was watching it, and finally turned back and rested on the face •f the person holding it.

MARY DELLA uttered a piercing scream. Half a dozen other women more frightened by Mary Della than by what they saw, cried out in sympathy. “My Gawd!” Miriam cried out in a loud voice, and clutched at Mary Della. “It’s the Red Mask!” There was a scurrying of heavy feet outside the doorway, and the next instant the spotlight went out and the balcony was dark. Barely thirty seconds later the hall was flooded with lights again, and the crowd laughed at the joke. Her eyes still fastened on the balcony, Mary Della saw officer McWeeney and Hayes enter the upper doorway and look up and. down the rows of seats on either side. But there was not a man to be seen in the balcony. Timmy and Joe came up hurriedly, forgetting their mutual animosity in the excitement. “Somebody turned the lights off,” Timmy declared. “And then put on a Red Mask act up in the balcony,” Joe added. “And is that supposed to be news?” Mary Della demanded. “Where do you two think we’ve been, out to look at the stars?” “But the cops say that wasn’t on the program.” Timmy was inclined to take the matter seriously. “They say some smart guy’ll get his beak pushed in pulling that stuff around here.” “What I can’t get into my bean,” said Joe, “is how that bird got out of the balcony so quick. Them two cops said they got to the door just as the spotlight went out, and ihey blocked the door until the lights switched on.” Joe looked at Timmy and Timmy looked at Joe. “Isn’t it thrilling, honey?” asked Miriam. "And it wasn’t such a bad joke at that. Everybody’s still laughing about it. . . . Trot along, Timmy boy. Little Miriam’s got this dance with anew Romeo. Ta-ta.” Timmy went off with a shrug, and Miriam turned to Mary Della. a a a “T WANT you to meet this boy, A Mary Della, if he shows up. But don’t try to hog him. He’s my find and I’m entitled to the gravy.” “Forget it,” Mary Della replied. “Joe’s taking up most of my time, aren’t you, Joe?” “Sure,” agreed Joe. “But this is my last dance. If you don’t want to go when this one’s over, you’re out of luck. Understand?” “Perfectly,” said Mary Della,” and if you’re in a hurry, you better go now. I said I’m staying for the finish and I am. Goodnight!” “What. . . .?” “Hush, Joe. . Miriam gave Joe a vicious punch. “Here he comes, Mary Della.. Miriam rose and extended a limp hand to the approaching Apollo. “Oh, was it this dance you asked for?” she inquired sweetly. “Os course it was; I almost forgot. Here, I want you to meet some friends of mine. Mr. —er —, what did you say the name was?” The young man bowed. “Calkman,” he said, and smiled at Mary Della. “Oh, yes, of course. Mr. Calkman, meet my friend Miss Chubb ” Mary Della did not rise. She nodded, almost imperceptibly her eyes fixed on the eyes of the smiling young man. “And meet Miss Chubb’s friend, Mr. Speaks ” Miriam's Romeo eyed Joe Speaks coldly. k “Howdy,” said Joe. \ “Delighted, I'm sia ? said the young man, and offeA his arm to Miriam. vL CHAPTER TWE 'TY-ONE ■ “XT 7" HERET) Miriam pick up that W wise guy?” Joe demanded as Miriam and her Mr. Calkman walked away. “Joe,” said Mary Della, her eyes following the broad shoulders of Miriam’s catch, “did you ’n your wide travels ever run into a gentleman?” “Meaning him?” “Meaning nobody else, Joe. It’s written on his face, in his way of standing when he’s talking to some- | body, in his walk, in the way he dances. . . Look . . “So thats your kind, is it?” Joe sneered. Maybe that's what’s wrong with me, ain’t a gentleman. Well, j you can get this and get it straight, 1 1 wouldn’t be a mama’s boy like that for yo; nor nobody else. He’s a wise guy and a sissy and if he get# in my way I’ll polish the floor with him.” “Never mind about any cracks -rom yol, Mary Della. You got me

—By Williams

sore now, and I’d just as soon take a shot at you as him.” Mary Della sat back and smiled. “What a nice playmate you turned out to be, Jce. I know you don’t mean it about hitting me, but just saying it makes you little and ugly and—and cowardly.” The word stung. Joe drew himself and put his hands in h-s pockets. “Little, Mary Della. You’ve said plenty. You think I wouldn’t sock you because you’re a girl. Well you don’t know me. Mary Della. Nobody gets away with anything with me. See? And as for Percy—”he hissed the word—“l g6t a good notion to ask him out on general principles. I don't like his looks and that’s enough for me.” Mary-Della checked an impulse to., put her hand on Joe’s arm and soothe his outraged feelings. She had worked him up to this angry pitch and she knew that she could talk him out of it. But Joe never before had talked to her as he had these last few minutes, and she was not inclined to humor him just at present. “It’s none of my business what you do to him,” she said. “He never heard of you before and he’d probably think you’d gone balmy. But don’t mir.d me. If you just got to make trouble, o ahead.” She was confident that Joe would not make a scene, but as he turned sharply and weaved his way through the throng of dancers her clinched fist went suddenly to her throat, “Joe—Joe—come back, Joe.” But he went on doggedly and in a moment was hidden behind the dancers. a i a a WHAT if he should carry out his threat? What would Bob think if Joe asked him outside? Would he go? Would Joe hurt him . . . would he . . . kill him? “Mary Della!” It was Miriam, alone and agitated. “What happened? Joe’s drunk or crazy, I don’t know which. Look, they’re going out the door ” Mary Della wanted to jump up and run after them, to stop them before Joe could injure him. She made an effort to rise, but everything before her was going around in a circle, and her legs would’ not ! support her. She sank back in the i chair and buried her face in her j hands. “I didn’t know what to think, ' honey. We were dancing, and he j was saying something about you, I and all of a sudden he stopped and i there was Joe staring at him. “‘I don’t like your looks, Percy,’ Joe said to Mr. Calkman, ‘and I’m asking you out for a little exercise, understand?’ “And Mr. Calkman stood there and smiled and looked at me and j wondered what it was all about. 'Will you wait until I have taken this lady to her box?’ he asked Joe. And still smiling quiet like, Mary Della. Talk about nerve! And Joe said ‘I ain’t waiting for nothing, and how do you know she's a lady?’ “You ought to've seen Mr. Calkman then, Mary Della. His face got red, and bowing to me, he said: 'Miss Chubb's friend seems to be in a hurry. Will you excuse me?’ (To Be Continued)

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