Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 14, Indianapolis, Marion County, 27 May 1930 — Page 14

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CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE (Continued.) Bill Derwin, apparently, was on guard at the door, and the instant he laid eyes on Mary Della, preceding Timmy through the door, he raised his arm and called something across the hall. There was frantic activity among the musicians and in less time than is required to tell about it, the orchestra burst fuorth with “Mary Della,” in fox trot time. A single pair of clapping hands grew into a rear of applause. Immediately the whole crowd was on its feet and surging forward to pay tribute to the startled and blushing leading lady of “The Clock Shop dockers.” Timmy, fully as embarrassed as Mary Della, had a sudden desire to get out of the spotlight, and with admirable presence of mind slipped an arm about Mary Della and danced into the closing circles. The others followed suit, and while the dancers deliberately hemmed in Mary Della and Timmy so that they were constantly the center of the spectacle, the strain was relieved for the moment. Then, as the orchestra came to the chorus of “Mary Della,” some one began to sing and the dancers took up the words in a chorus that must have been heard for blocks around the park. ••Pretty Mary Della, walkin' through the Center: Lovely Mary Della: Heaven must have sent her. Green leather jacket—Don t crowd, please Green silk frock, just about reach her knees. Is she well?—Well. I never saw a swelter; Come on, boys: meet Mary Della." They sang as if they meant it, and when, after the third chorus, the orchestra gave up from exhaustion. the crowd, now in high spirits, sang it a fourth time, unaccompanied. Finally, the last note of Mary Della died out. But Mary Della was not to be let off with that. Brett, climbing to a chair, called to the dancers to form a circle for an extra special surprise. * “Mary Della is going to repeat “The Clock Shop Clock” number for us, he cried. “And—just a minute—and when she has finished, the orchestra will play it again and, if the floor holds out. we’ll all do a mean ’Clock Shop Clock.’ Ready, Mary Della?” a m * MARY DELLA was far from ready, but there seemed to be nothing to do but fall in with Brett's plan. She went to the center of the floor, smiled at the orrnestra, and did her stuff. "Click your heels, girls—Raise your hand ...” She saw Timmy looking on proudly and she remembered how abominably he had been treated in the review after Brett’s show. ! Faithful, reliable, devoted Timmy . . . “Now stamp your feet—G-o-o-d night!” Timmy was still there, still smiling. still watching her every movement. But Timmy was only a detail in the picture now. Behind j him, scowling, stood Joe Speaks. "Nw you wy—Now you rock — That's th* snappy dance they call the . Clock Shop Clack." She wondered what was in Joe’s ; Tnind, if he would ask to take her home, if he would have any reasonable explanation for his outrageous behavior at the policemen s ball. She hadn’t seen him since that night,; not even at “The Clock Shop Clock- ! .ers” What a nerve he must have, expecting her to let him take her home after that scene in the armory! And Bob had given him a beating after all his high threats. Had he forgotten that? Would he take some unfair means of squaring things with Bob if they ever came together again? ••Tick! Tuck! Tick! Tuck! Watch ’em dance! Watch ’em prance! Watch >m away! Watch cm ruck! Don’t they do a demon Clock Shop Clock?” * They applauded, they howled, they whistled. And then they moved off. gouple by couple, into the simple Cteps of the dance, some with surprising ease, others slowly and with conscious effort, but all laughing and fcnjoying the novelty of the program. * For the next several dances Mary greatest difficulty was selecting partners from the good-na-tured group of youqg men who •charged down on her at every intermission. Those who accepted Exaggerated the honor, and those *he was compelled to refuse put in future bids and went away laughB Tiie eighth dance Timmy claimed

! for his own and withstood his competitors. He was in an ugly mood. . .“The boy friend’s on deck,” he said shortly. “He’s been here since you did your dance and he got plenty of dirt in his eye. You ought of seen the look he give me when I turned around and found him standing behind me.” “Forget it,” said Mary Della. “Forget it, will I? Well, let me tell you something, Mary Della. Joe Speaks has had all the chance he wants to ask you to dance with him and he hasn't been around. You know what? I think he’s been waiting around so she could break in on me.” “You’re crazy, Timmy,” Mary Della declared. “There wouldn’t be any sense in his doing that. Why would he pick on you?” “Because he’s always picked on me since he found out I liked you. He cut in on me the last time we were out here, didn’t he? And he knows nobody else cuts in at these dances. Sometimes I’ll ” “All right,” said Mary Della. “Have it your way, but you know what you promised me.” “That’s all right, too,” Timmy agreed. “I’d do anything for you, Mary Della, and I’ll fade out if he wants to take you home. But I’ll tell you one thing. If Joe Speaks tries to cut in on me tonight while we’re dancing, he’s going to be out of luck.” n tt a MARY DELLA saw Timmy spin around suddenly, leaving her standing foolishly, alone. On Timmy’s shoulder was a clenched hand, and glowering before him was Joe Speaks, more angry than Mary Della ever had seen him before. “So I’m out of luck if I try to cut in, am I?” Joe was snarling in Timmy’s face. “Well, Two-cents, I’m cutting in right now and I don’t see how I’m out of luck. Get out oi here before I break your neck.” He gave Timmy a rough shove in the direction of the door. But it was like stretching a rubber band and abruptly releasing it. Timmy, who seemed so weak and impotent before Joe Speaks, tore into him with both fists, landing telling blows before Joe realized what had happened. Both blows caught Joe in the vicinity of the right eye, and he stepped back quickly to guard himself against the next attack. Timmy, now a vicious little wildcat, continued to swing his arms madly, too angry to think of protecting himself. Joe took advantage of a wide opening and swung with all his strength. But by an accidental movement, Timmy stepped to one side, and the blow went wild. By this time the dancers had become aware of what was going on and were crowding around, greatly excited. * Mary Della saw a policeman hurrying from the door. She tried to catch Joe’s coat and pull him back, but as she reached out he moved forward with a jerk, and she saw Timmy fall back against the spectators and slip quietly to the floor. Disorder in the park pavilion is unheard of. and it soon was regulated. Several young men took Timmy up and carried him to the door. The policeman followed with Joe Speaks in custody, and ordered every one else back on the floor. Mary Della ignored this command and trailed after them. n * a TIMMY regained consciousness after a few moments in the cold aii’. and got to his feet. “Who started the battle?” the policeman asked. Joe pointed to Timmy. “That little sap did," he declared. “Socked me in the eye while I was talking to a girl. He must be nutty.” “Pretty small bird to be socking you for nothing,” the policeman said. “I’d been ashamed to hit him if I was you.” “Is that so?” Joe replied contemptuously. “Well, any time a fresh bird like him comes poking me in the mug when I'm tending to my own business . . .” “You weren't attending to your own business!” The group turned to face Mary Della, standing with her fists on her hips. “You—you worm!” She was looking directly at Joe Speaks, her chin quivering as she talked. “You thought you'd lie out of it because Timmy didn't want to get me mixed up with the cop, didn’t you? Well, here I am and if the cop don’t take you in I’ll go down and prefer charges of assault against you.” Joe s lip curled up until his teeth shone. *#hy, you ”

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I “Shut up!” the policeman com- | manded. “I was going to let you go, but I don’t like your line. Where’s you hat and coat?” Mary Della waited by the door until they came back. “Would you do me a favor, officer?” she asked, sweetly. “Anything for the women,” the policeman replied, pushing Joe Speaks through the door. “Well,” said Mary Della, ‘this fellow you're giving a ride asked me a question not long ago. I hope I never have to speak to him again, but I wish you’d tell him I said ‘No’ with a capital N.” “Hell,” Joe sneered over his shoulder. “This aint the beginning of I what’s coming to you, sister. I’ll see you later, and when I do ” The policeman closed the door! with a bang. “Banana oil!” said Mary Della.! “Come on, Timmy; let’s go back and dance.” CHAPTER THIRTY SO Timmy took Mary Della home from the Hamilton park dance, after all. Moreover, he took her home early, thereby enlarging his place in the commodious heart of Mrs. Chubb. But of really first-rate importance was Timmy's failure to ask Mary Della if he might kiss her, or at least park by the roadside for a little seance in nobody’s business, a neglect Mary Della was at a loss to explain. Timmy plainly was preoccupied when he entered the house earlier in the evening and his encounter with Joe Speaks apparently had added to the weight on his mind. On the landing before her door Mary Della said sweetly: “Thanks a lot, Timmy. I’ve had a good time. But I do wish you’d paid more attention to me. What’s giving you so much pain above the eyes, income tax?” “Me? Gee. I'm O. K. I just been doing a lot of heavy thinking, that’s all.” “Important?” “Well, sort of, anyhow. But I guess I ought not to say anything about it. It’s none of my business .... Unless he happens to take a sucker-shot at me. . . .” “What isn’t any of your business, who’s going to take a shot at you, and what’s the idea of talking like a Yiddish book salesman selling Swedish novels? In other words, what’s all the mystery?” Timmy wound one of the watches that made Waterbury notorious and pretended to study its face as if it could not possibly be so early as its hands indicated. “You needn’t be surprised if you read the papers one of these days that your friend Timmy has been bumped off by the Red Mask.” Timmy’s eyes did not leave the watch. “You’re certainly cuckoo, Timmy,” Mary Della declared. “The more I listen the less I hear. What should the Red Mask bother you?” “Oh. I don’t know. Maybe he shouldn’t. . . . But I got a hunch he’d give a lot to get a crack at me tonight. Only he’ll have to wait.”

(To Be Continued)

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