Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 59, Indianapolis, Marion County, 18 July 1930 — Page 18

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Twiri~Wives\ iBY ARTHUR SOMERS KOCME

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE (Continued.) She took off her outer clothing and lay down upon the bed. The electric light seemed to bum her tired eyes, so she turned it off. She tried to concentrate on what she must do, but for a long time she could only imagine what was going on at the Sanver or Carey home. By this time the great imposture must have been confessed to Dean. What were his feelings toward her, the woman who had played with his most sacred emotions, and who, he might think, had done so with a jeer in her heart? But, or. he couldn't believe that. Deceitful she had been about all things but one, and that one was her love for him. Not by word had she admitted it, but the leap of her heart toward his, the light that she knew had been in her eyes—by these had she confessed her love. False as he must reckon her, he could not deem her false in this one matter. But love is no tough plant which can survive any storm. Love is a delicate flower that, crushed, rarely lifts its drooping head again. Dean had loved her. bin did he love her now? How could he. now that he knew that all her life since KS had met her had been a series of lies piled one upon the other? He had great gentleness, great chivalry, this man Dean Carey. Even if his love for Cynthia survived the shock of disclosure, his temperament was such that love for one woman well might be overwhelmed by pity for another. He was not one to take the marriage ceremony lightly. If Eleanor wanted the protection of his name, he well might crush his own desires. • 0 BUT all these speculations led nowhere. Rather they led to one definite conclusion: she must never see him again. He belonged to Eleanor, even though Eleanor didn't want ♦lim. And, lest temptation assail the heart of rV'sn or herself, she must make it positive that they never meet again. Her own honor seemed a light matter now. but his would be protected by her, no matter at what cost to herself. He was and always would be her Ideal, and she would not permit that ideal to lower itself. She felt an exaltation at contemplation of what she considered her own martyrdom. So finally she slept. But in the late morning, when her trunk had been brought to her and she had seen its shabby contents, martyrdom lacked any exalting quality. But a Puritan tradition spoke across the centuries to her. told her that she had sinned grievously when she had yielded in thought to Dean last night, and that this could be atoned for only by resolutely starting life anew. She counted the money that Tom Sanver had placed in her handbag. It amounted to several hundred dollars. Common sense stifled her impulse to send it back to him. After all. had she never met Eleanor, she still would be in receipt of a weekly salary from Zogbaum. Sanver's money would serve to tide over the time until she found a job. Some day. if she wished, she could save up whatever she spent of this

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amount and send it to him. In the meantime there was no spiritual profit in making her martyrdom include chain shirts and flagellation. She managed to eat a little breakfast and then, fortified by a cigaret, she pondered w-hat to do. The Greenings had failed to find Eleanor. Prooably the employes of the Burlingame had been so fearful of the law’ that they had professed complete ignorance to Phil Jennings’ attempt upon himself and had denied knowing the name of any doctor, who had attended that young man. This might account for the failure of the Greenings w’ith regard to Eleanor. 000 BUT one failure didn't necessarily mean another. Sanver undoubtedly would call in the detective agency today. Perhaps he had already done so and given orders that at whatever cost, Cynthia should be found. Even if contemplation convinced Sanver that it w’ould be better for his daughter’s reputation if Cynthia never figured in the SanverCarey scheme of affairs again, he would nevertheless be mindful of the obligation owed to Cynthia. Emotionalism might have accounted for his protestations of regard for Cynthia, but his sense of duty would not be lessened by a receding of his emotions. So, then, if Cynthia found employment in New York City it would not be long—a matter of hours only —before the Greenings located her. Os course, if she could obtain a place as clerk or stenographer, she might evade search indefinitely. But she was totally unfitted for anything except the theater. Her ambitions and training had been for the theater. She could do nothing else whereby to support herself. To the theater, then, she must turn. But not to the New’ York theaters. She must seek a job in the chorus of seme road show. The road led nowhere. Even chorus girls would undergo semi-starvation waiting for a New York rather than earn a salary unon the road. But New York was closed to Cynthia, so it was the road or nothing. Like every girl who ever had worked in a New’ York production, Cynthia had the names of all the theatrical agencies at the tip of her tongue. She had registered with only a couple of them, and these two she must avoid. But any one of the others would do, so she chose one at random. The pimply-faced, overgrown office boy at Banning Sc Mendor’s agency looked at her with a sneer, “What’s the use of putting your name down?’’ he insolently asked. “You're like all the rest of them, I guess: too high and mighty to step ou* with a road show. And we got plenty gals for New York choruses. I'll say we have.” “I'd like to go on the road,” said Cynthia. i The loutish boy heaved himself from the chair in which he had been sprawled. He opened a door leading to an inner office. “Hey, Mr. Mendor. I’ve got the eighth wonder of the world out here, a chorus girl that says she likes the road."

—By Williams

“How old is she? Sixty?” asked a voice. “Take a look at her yourself: she’s all there,” said the boy. He waved Cynthia into the inner room. 000 HIS feet upon a desk, the stub of a cigar cocked in his mouth, his coat removed in order that his green silk shirt might not have its effulgence dimmed, the junior partner beamed upon Cynthia. “Take a chair, girlie,” he invited. Cynthia sat down. “So you’re w’illing to go on the road, eh? How come a pippin like you wants to go out in the bush where the Johns call it a big time when they buy you a sundae? I could land a girl like you—if you can dance a bit and the pipes ain’t rusty—in one of the big revues.” “There's always a chance to get a part on the road,” said Cynthia. Mendor nodded. “One of those ambitious chickens, eh? Well, I ain't got time to argue with anybody. Had any experience?” Cynthia nodded. The agent grinned. “I'm going to take your word for it. The Sultan's Bride leaves for the south this afternoon. Sixty-five a w’eek and your railroad fare. Take it or leave it.” “I'll take it,” said Cynthia. He reached for some documents, plucked a fountain pen from his pocket, and pushed both tow’ard her. “You sign right here,” he told her. “And don't forget the 10 per cent. Got your Equity card?” "I left it at home,” she stated. She didn't dare show him the card with the name Cynthia Brown upon it. “Sure you got one?” he demanded suspiciously. “If I don't have one, I won't be able to work, will I” she countered. “That's right enough,” he admitted. She signed the name of Jane Thomas to the papers he presented. "Pennsylvania Station, Sultan’s Bride company, 8:30 tonight,” he informed her laconically. “Good luck, kid.” 000 SHE left the office and walked swiftly back to her hotel. That Equity business would complicate matters. Still, she could explain to the manager of the Sultan's Bridge Company that she played under an assumed name. She wouldn't be questioned. Half the people on the stage did that very thing. And those people joined the actors’ union under their real names. Back in her hotel, having purchased a suitcase on the way, she transferred from the trunk to the bag what articles were necessary on the train. She lined in her room, and shortly aft’r 8 o'clock she paid her bill and took a taxi to the station. As it crossed Fcrty-second street, she looked northward up the Rialto. Early theater crowds jammed Times Square. The electric signs danced jriiliantly. The city, this pleasure part of it at least, was alive as only New York can be alive (To Be Continued)

TARZAN AND THE JEWELS OF OPAR

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