Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 5, Indianapolis, Marion County, 16 May 1930 — Page 24

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SYNOPSIS MARY DELLA CHUBB—The best looking docker in the clock shop. If not In Waterburv. Lives with her parenta in a Bank street bat. MIRIAM ROBBlN—Limited in 8. A., but Marv Della's best girl friend: also a docker. JOE SPEAKS—Mary Della’s steady, voung man about town, good looking and hard-boiled. ROBERT HENLEY CALKMAN 111 Yale senior and football star, one of the Calkmans of Deiroit. 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 SVENSON—AIso a docker and not too popular with any one. Marv Della and Robert are parked on the old piece of Highway off tne Cheshire road when a woman is murdered by the Red Mask in the darkness ahead of tneir car. Thev 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 ltnd the body. Brett Younger has written a musical comedy called "The Clock Shop Clockin which Marv Della is to be the leading lady. 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 Marv Della for a ride, during which he suggests that life isn't always fair to lovers. CHAPTER TVVENTY-ONE (Continued.) “And then as they started off, Mary Della, he turned back and said. ’And will you ask Miss Chubb if I may have the next dance?” And I came running, Lord, but he was calm, and me shivering all over.” Mary Della raised her head and gazed toward the entrance. “Miriam.’* she said after a time, “if Joe hurts a hair on his head, II!-—”

"Why should you worry?” demanded Miriam. "He’s my headache. If Joe beats him up, you lose a dance, but I lose a bigger thrill than I ever had before. Ain’t he glorious, Mary Della?” Mary Della squeezed Miriam’s hand gently. "Don’t you know who he is, Miriam? That's Bob . . Miriam dropped into a chair and stretched her legs out. I might of known it. What chance have I got with a good looker like you around, honey. But we're both out of luck now. If I’d known who he was, darling. I’d of kept him in here if I’d had to tackle him. But it's too late now.” tt tt a THE orchestra ended the number with a loud crash, and the dancers retreated to either side of the hall, only a few couples remaining to stroll casually around the fleor. "He’s going to marry the Marabee girl no on the hill," Mary Della said, talking more to herself than to Miriam. "Doodles of money and finishing Yale this year . . .” “Gee! And what's a bird like that doing here, honey?" The Marabee girl can't be here.” “Hardly, and I wisl he hadn’t come either. Oh, Miriam; Joe’s terrible when he gets mad. and there's no telling what he'll do . . . And he wanted to dance with me . . Something glistened on Mary Della’s cheek and fell on her dress. They were beginning to dance again. Timmy Fitzmoan appeared, breathless! ‘'For the love of Pete, where vou two been hiding? There s been a pip of a fight downstairs, and you missed it.” "Timmy, who " Mary Della left the question there, for just then a tall and handsome young man bowed before her and smiled. "I sent a request ” he began. "I told her.” said Miriam. “but she didn't look for you back tonight.” “Boy!” exclaimed Timmy with genuine admiration. "You sure and. and ruin Joe Speaks’ face, and I don't mean did you? Was that a knife or a gun he tried to pull on you?” "I didn’t have time to look.” Robert declared seriously. "I was in a hurry to get to Miss Chubb in time for this dance, you know.” He took Mary Della's limp hand and led her away as the orchestra sobbed the first strains of "It’s Over, All Over. . ” "Tell me about It, Timmy. Did he beat up Joe sure enough?” “Did he? You should ask. Miriam. I never saw anybody but Kid Kaplan imitate a windmill like he did. This big boy knocked Speaks

down twice, one, two, like that. And hard enough to break him in two, what I mean. And then Speaks pulled something out of his hip pocket and Ed Luddy stepped in and marched him off to the station.” “1 hope they hang him!” "Well, if that was a gun he was waving around there, they’ll send him up for a spell, anyhow. But no such luck. It probably was a knife and he’ll be beefing around tomorrow what he’s going to do to this bird.” Miriam jumped up and pushed Timmy out on the floor. "Are you going to waste good music, Timmy Fitzmoan? Do your stuff.” a tt a ROBERT steered Mary Della under the balcony and danced in a little eddy neglected by the others in their eagerness to keep in the main channel. “I suppose you'll never forgive me, Mary Della,” he told her seriously, but he was highly insulting. Not to me. understand. A cad of his breed couldn’t insult me, but he ” “Miriam told me,” Mary Della informed, him. “There’s nothing to forgive, Bob.” “Oh—l thought perhaps he was the lucky man ” "He’s the fellow I’ve been going with regular, but I guess he feels like that was a piece of hard luck—you weren’t trying to be complimentary by any chance?” “But I don’t mean it that way, Mary Della. If you love him, he must have enough good qualities to make up for his ugly temper. I’m sorry I had to be rough with him, but he forced it.” “Did he hurt you, Bob?” "What? Oh say, let’s talk about something important. I’ll apologize next time I see him, if you like.” “You do, and I’ll never speak to either of you again.” They executed an oval through the current of gay dancers and resumed their smaller orbit under the balcony. ' “Bob—can I congratulate you?” Robert gazed down at her, puzzled. “Congratulate me? Have I been elected to something?” “On your engagement to Miss Marabee—l hope you know how much happiness I’m wishing you—both of you. She’s very lovely, in her pictures.”

There was an embarrassing silence during which Robert studied the suggestion of a fine line between Mary Della's eyes. “Why did you come here tonight, Bob? She's not here, is she?” "She’s in Boston,” Robert replied. “Party or something, I don’t remember which.” The arm about Mary Della tightened just a little. “You know why I came here, Mary Della. It was a gamble, but I felt it in my bones that you'd be here.” tt tt tt ‘‘TT S Over, All Over,” was over in A fact, but Robert and Mary Della, unconscious of everything about them, moved gracefully on around their tiny circle. “I can’t understand you, Bcb,” Mary Della said softly. “Why should you come here because you thought you’d find me here? I thought We’d settled that once?” “I’m hopeless, Mary Della, darling. I can’t explain anything to myself, much less to you. But I had to come. I had to see you. I had to dance with yoti, hold you in my arms, feel you close to me. Oh, how can I say it, and not regret having said it. . . .?” “Don't say anything you’ll gegret. Bob. . . . Would you misunderstand if I asked you to take me home after the ball? I'd like to talk, just a minute, alone. . . .” Someone slipped an arm between I them and pushed them apart. "What's got into you two?” Miriam. "Everybody in the place is looking at you. Don’t you know it’s not nice to dance without music?” Mary Della and Robert looked at her in surprise. And then it dawned on them what they had done. "Forget it,” said Miriam. “Come on up in the box. You ought to’ve heard the nice things the mayor was saving about you. Mary Della. Said ; if they was giving a prize for the prettiest girl at the ball, he'd give you his vote.” “A man with judgment like that deserves to be mayor," declared Robert. Some time in the small hours of j morning, Mary Della and Robert went out of the armory and made | their way to the exceptionally long and yellow roadster parked opposite the Bronson library. “May I drive around the block?” ! Robert asked. “Otherwise we won’t

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have time to say anything but good night.” ‘‘Drive down to Meadow and back along West Main, if you want to,” Mary Della agreed. “Mom’ll be worrying if I’m not in soon.” "You were saying,” Robert reminded hei as the car moved off slowly, “that you wanted to talk. Anything particular, Mary Della?” Mary Della sat with one foot under her so she might look directly at him while she talked. tt tt tt “T'VE been wondering, Bob, where JL all this is leading us to. You know what a mess everything is in with me. I can’t think straight any more. But it seems to me that since your engagement’s been announced, you ought—well, somebody’ll get you wrong if they see you out with other girls. And besides, it make me feel guilty when I know she probably wouldn’t understand.” “Is that all ?” “No, that isn’t all, but it’s enough. But I’ll tell you the whole story now that I’ve started. Joe’s asked me to marry him ” “A.nd you’ve accepted him?” Not yet—l told him I’d have to think it over.” “I see. Well, that does change things a bit doesn’t it?” You see, I didn’t know about that ” “It’s—over all over ” The melancholy melody rang in Mary Della’s ears. He hadn’t wanted it to be over; she found some comfort in that thought. There was no going back now. “You’d better go through ChUrcb street,” she told him. “They’re on the lookout for this car, you know, and there’s always a cop in the Center.” He did as she directed and went through Church street to Grand. When they drew up before the entrance to the Chubb stairway, he gave the emergency brake lever a jerk and started to go around to open the door. But Mary Della put a hand on his arm. "We couldn’t go on like this, could we, Bob? We’d both be sorry in the end. Don’t you understand?” “Os course I do darling . . . But I wish there could have been some other way out.” “So do I, Bob. But there isn’t . . . If this mess brings us together again, Bob, we’ll be friends. The rest ... is over . . . Look at me, Bob.” But before he could turn his head he felt her lips on his cheek, and the next moment saw her jump from the car and disappear through the dark doorway. (To Be Continued) GOOD TEETH AT BIRTH This Babe Needn’t Be Bothered by Usual Cutting Pain. Bn United Press BILLINGS, Mont., May 16.—That painful process of cutting teeth which every baby must undergo will be a simple and comparatively painless process for the nine-pound son of Mr. and Mrs. H. L. Jones. This original babe displayed four normal teeth in his lower jaw when born.

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