Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 60, Indianapolis, Marion County, 19 July 1930 — Page 5

STULY 19,1930.

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CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE (Continued.) She remembered the many thrills that Times square had given her. How often, in imagination, had she seen her name in lights above a theater! How often had her youth trembled in response to the eternal youth of the city! And she was giving it all up. aye, giving up more than girlish ambitions. giving up more than the hope of achievement. For she knew now that those a m b i tions, those dreamed-of achievements, were inconsiderable tilings as compared with loving and being loved. a a a CYNICS might think that love occupied only a trifling portion of the life of any one, but she, with the wisdom of youth, knew better. Love was everything. She quietly sobbed herself to sleep on the train t o the south. She had no difficulty in mastering the steps of the dances. One who had qualified for a Zogbaum chorus could pick up other stage dances with one rehearsal. But she had no interest, much less enthusiasm. It was all a dull routine. The company was playing one-night stands. That meant putting on ■ treet clothes after the performance, carrying a suitcase to the railroad station and sitting around sometimes until 4 o’clock waiting for a train. Frequently there were no sleeping cars, and the company would snatch what slumber was possible sitting up in day coaches. In the morning, or possibly the late afternoon, there would be the arrival in some southern city and the inevitable quest for cheap rooms. Then the arduous grind woul H begin all over again. CHAPTER FORTY SH_ found no friends in the cast. There were lots of girls whom, at another time, she would have found companionable. But now she simply wanted to be alone and to be let alone. The camaraderie of the theater w not proof against her determined isolation, and little by little the members of the cast ceased speaking to her, save when necessity required. She was not unpopular; she was simply peculiar, and the care-free folk of the company found too many things to do to waste time thawing the reserve of a person who didn't want to be thawed. One town was like another; todays hotel was like yesterday’s tonight’s audience looked like tomorrow's: today could have been yesterday and might be some time next week. Weeks passed by; then months. Soon the company would disband for the season. And then one day Bennie Thompson joined the crmpany. Bennie had not had too good a time since Sanver's policemen had frightened him out of a year's growth. Zogbaum didn't know what Sanver warded wi*h his stage manager and was toe canny to inquire. Sanver was an amiable millionaire who was not unwilling to lend Zogbaum money toward the financing of his annual revue. Zogbaum wouldn't run .he risk of offending a man like Sanver but curiosity. But he gathered that the multimillionaire was displeased, for some un-

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known reason, wivh the chorus man and Bennie lost his job. Few people shared Bennie Thompson’s estimate of the chorus man's theatrical ability. Bennie went for several months without a job. Then, when he hardly dared make a daylight appearance on the street, lest a creditor assail him, Bennie pocketed his pride and began looking for any kind of a place at all. Mendor sent him out to join the Sultan's Bride Company. And in the restaurant of a cheap hotel in Memphis Bennie saw Cynthia Brown. an u SHAME was not in the chorus man's make-up. The fact that he had tried to blackmail this girl—or one whom he thought to be this girl—did not deter Bennie from crossing the room and greeting her with enthusiasm. “Well, Brown, thought you'd gone bark to Ohio to hitch up with the rising young druggist or something like that? Last time I saw you you were on your way to the railroad station.” There was no use in showing Bennie the loathing she felt for him. After all, Bennie couldn’t help being what he was. Cynthia's manner was courteous enough. “Changed my mind,” she said laconically. “Ran over the names of the cast and didn't, see yours among them,” he said. “You're with The Sultan's Bride company, aren't you? Seeing you eating here, in the same hotel where most of the company's stopping made me think so.” “I'm using the name of Jane Thomas,” explained Cynthia. “You and names,” said Bennie genially. “Remember the day I called on you, just as you was leaving for Ohio, and I thought you were that swell Carey dame?” Cynthia tried to smile. “I thought you were out of your head,” she told him. “Well, I guess I was seeing things,"’ admitted Bennie. “That same night, at a supper club, I saw the Carey dame. I would have bet my life that she was you. I called her by your name; didn’t raise my voice or antyhing but uttered it carelessly. “She looked up like a shot. Any one would have sworn that I had spoken her right name. Well, I could see the million that I talked to you about climbing right up me trying to get into my pockets. So next day I called up Mrs. Dean Carev. Brown, she had your voice to a TANARUS, and though she stalled me off I was dead sure that I had her to rights. “Then next day Zobgaum brings me round to the Carey dame’s father. I didn’t know where I was going, or maybe I’d not have been so easy. Two big crops were there, and what the old man didn't threaten to do to me was plenty. And still, though I laid off, one thing always struck me as funny.” “What was that?” asked Cynthia. “If the Carey dame wasn’t you, how did she know where to find me? I think I told her my name over the phone, but how did she know I was working for Zogbaum?” a a b CYNTHIA shrugged. “Perhaps her father hired detectives. Anyway you've got the idea out of your head now. haven't you? The idea that I am Mrs. Carey?”

—By Williams

“Sure, its gone,” said Bennie. “If I hadn’t run into you here, though, If I’d never seen you again, I’d still have thought there was something funny about the whole business. But finding you here, alive and kicking, when I know that she’s dead ” Cynthia gripped at the table to keep from falling. Eleanor dead,” she gasped. “Don’t you never read the papers?” asked Bennie. She mutely shook her head. She hadn’t seen a paper since she left New York. She had been afraid that she would see some reference to the Careys which would bring her sorrow, her anguish, more vividly home to her. “Sure,” said Bennie. “She died three months ago.” But why hadn’t Cynthia known? What had happened to that spiritual bond between herself and Eleanor, that twinship of the soul which had informed Eleanor when Cynthia was in danger, and should have informed Cynthia when Eleanor was dying? Away off in the distance Bennie’s voice sounded thinly: "Say, how come you call her Eleanor? Hey, what’s the matter with you? Here, waiter ” For Cynthia no longer held herself under control by gripping the table; limply she fell from her chair. nun IRLS in the company, forgetful in her hour of need that she had seemed upstage and high-hat, rushed to her side. She was taken upstairs and put to bed. "Well, for crying out loud!” said Bennie Thompson to himself half an hour later. “This Brown dame ain’t the Carey woman, because the Carey woman is dead. But just the same she faints when I tell her that Mrs. Carey has cashed in. And before she tumbles off her chair she calls Mrs. Carey Eleanor. Now what in hell is it all about?” Cynthia fainted just before the evening performance on Saturday. The company was not to move on until Monday morning, when it left for Little Rock. During the next twenty-four hours Bennie Thompson did a lot of thinking. This Brown girl had lied to him when she said she was going home to Ohio to get married. Anyway, she’d changed her mind. And the woman to whom he’d spoken in the night club in New York had recognized him. Old man Sanver had been in a devil of a stew about Bennie’s calling up his daughter, hadn’t he? And this girl—he had to come back to that—had fainted. "Like a jig-saw puzzle,” he .old himself. “And if I can get the pieces together, they’d make a picture of a bank roll for Bennie Thompson.” But how to fit the pieces together? The task was beyond his capabilities. But he went back over the whole affair. He came to his discharge by Zogbaum. (To Be Continued)

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—By Martin

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