Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 235, Indianapolis, Marion County, 9 February 1932 — Page 13

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BEGIN HERE TODAY Beautiful ELLEN ROSBITER. who Works bv dav as a salesgirl in Barclay* department store, live* with her mother. MOLLY ROBBITER her elder sister. MYRA, and her vnunsr brother, MIKE. Irresponsible Mollv has lona ago aouandered the fortune left bv her Enallsh husband and the two alrls euDDort the family. . . . Mollv foolishly spend* monev saved to hav the rent. Ellen decides to wok at nlaht a* a dance hall hostess until the aum is made up. , ' . . Bhe aoes to Dreamland and Interviews JACOB SALOMON, who offers her a iOb on condition that she sudolv her own evenlna dresses. She has no evenina dr STEVEN BARCLAY. Ellen’s employer. Sees her crvlna and asks her to come to h When Cl she tells him the situation, he offers to (five her a dress. She proudly refuses. He then lends her one of the dresses worn bv the store models. Ellen Is half-nleased half-frightened bv Barclay's obvious interest In her. She dines with him and he drives her to Dreamland where he leaves her. Salomon introduces her to the other hostesses. Ellen hates the cheapness of Dreamland Two of the hostesses. TONY and ANISE wait for her to dress. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER FIVE (Continued) But Tony had forgotten completely that she had ever been jealous of Ellen and was eagerly babbling out amazingly sophisticated advice and instructions. * tt a tt , THE hostesses sat at empty tables, one girl to a table, and waited for men to ask them to dance. Most of the girls had regular patrons. Tony’s instructions dealt in part with methods for “cinching regulars.” These men would buy a whole string of tickets for the privilege of dancing with a particular girl for an hour or so. After each of the short dances—the fastest couples barely managed three turns o* the room before the orchestra stopped—the girl gravely would detach one of the tickets from the long string proffered by her escort. Ellen took a table close to Tony’s. But Tony was gone almost immediately, away like a green flash in the arms of a tall youth. She made a very ugly face over her partner’s shoulder to indicate to Ellen that she did not favor him. Ellen sat alone for some time. The music, once she became accustomed to its loudness, made her want to dance. She was surprised to observe that for once in her life she was an undeniable wallflower. The large majority of the other tables were evacuated quickly. Still no one asked her to dance. A great many of the men who stood arcund the walls watching the dancers or waiting their turn with Sunny or Anise or Tony or Maybelle glanced toward her, but no one approached. Ellen’s very beauty and air of cool aloofness intimidated them. At last a bold spirit sought out Salomon and came over for an introduction. As she acknowledged the introduction, Ellen realized there were worse things than sitting alone at a table while others danced. One of them was dancing with Joseph K. Landis. He was clumsy. He was crude. He held her so tightly that she could hardly breathe. He pressed his damp face against her cool cheek no matter how insistently she sought to avoid the juxtaposition. And all the time he babbled in her ear inane compliments. ‘‘Where’ve you been all my life, little one? At home taking care of the kids? I thought so. A pretty little thing like you should have a better fate. ‘‘Take me for instance —go right ahead and take me. I’ll see you don’t get trampled in the rush.” “You’re holding me too tightly,” she said furiously. “Naughty, naughty! You’re not supposed to talk. I can hold you tighter than this. See.” He closed his arms around her, moved his face forward and kissed her squarely on the lips. Ellen struggled free, slapped him across the mouth and was off the floor and back at her table before Joseph K. Landis thoroughly understood what had happened. U tt tt JACOB SALOMON was very angry. He stood before Ellen’s table, his feet wide apart, his arms gesticulating, as he explained in detail how angry he was. “I don’t care if he did try to kiss you,” he snapped. “That was no reason for socking him. “You gotta treat patrons decent. Kid ’em along, give ’em a good

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time. That’s what you’re here for, young woman." I Ellen was angry, too. “I came here to dance, Mr. Salomon. not to be mauled,” she retorted, her eyes flashing, her lips pale with anger. "He didn’t try to kiss me. He did kiss me.” She got up from the table and had begun to say that Salomon could find another girl to take her place, one more amenable to his ideas, when he saw that there was a small disturbance near the door. Three men had entered and were group' 1 near the ticket booth. The two in evening clothes plainly wished to leave but the third, the one in flannels, just as plainly wished to stay. Suddenly Ellen saw him detach himself from his companions and push his way toward the spot where she and Salomon stood. He came straight across the crowded floor, regardless of the dancers annoyed by his transit. , He was a young man of 26 or 27 with a countenance in which eagerness was oddly mixed with something almost like boredom. His hair was thick and red. Ellen had a strange feeling that she would always remember his progress across the floor, that it would remain forever fixed in her mind, unchangeable. She continued talking to Salomon, who had his back to the newcomer, but she was hardly conscious of what she said. While she talked, she was aware that all her attention was fixed upon that figure approaching, and that she was asking herself the cause of the contradictions in his face, bored mouth beneath such eager eyes. Were they blue or gray Jacob Salomon did not observe the young man until he was within a few steps of them. But he understood immediately. “You’re right,” he muttered, half under his breath. “You should’ve socked him. Be more careful this time. This bird’s class, or I miss my guess.” Ellen stepped ’ backward, all thought of leaving Dreamland gone. She had the strangest feeling that she wanted to prolong the moment of waiting. She was like a child on Christmas morning hesitating at the stairway head before plunging down to the glittering tree. She saw Salomon speak to the young man, saw the two turn toward her. Salomon introduced her and waited for the newcomer to supply his own name. Ellen, with her new and sharpened perceptions, felt that the young man hesitated as he said that he was Larry Smith. She could not be certain. She was certain that his eyes were gray, not blue. tt tt it THE orchestra swung into a waltz. Most of the couples were flocking from the floor. Ellen saw them, heard them, even identified some of the girls, but all this served only as a dim and unreal background for the man who stood before her. He asked her to dance. With that same strange feeling that ail of this had been preordained, that all this was something that she never wolud forget, she stepped into his arms. “Am I going crazy?” she thought. “A young man I’ve never seen before waltzes with me and I want to cry.” Bhe fancied that she was trembling. She was sure that if she tried to speak she would find that she had lost her voice. The two tall beautiful young people were almost alone on the floor. They had not spoken since they started dancing. As effortless as shadows they drifted along to the measures of the lightly melancholy tune. “I haven’t any tickets,” the young man spoke at last and abruptly. Absurdly he repeated, “I haven’t any tickets.” He guided her to the ticket booth. Even as they reached the knot of perspiring men who were supplying themselves with fresh tickets, the dance was done. Ellen withdrew a few paces, embarrassed, shy, confused. She was obsessed with a desire to learn the name of the waltz the orchestra had played. As she waited for her partner, nothing seemed to

matter In the world save that she should know the name of that waltz. Without thinking what she was doing, she thumped the violin playthe shoulder blades. He was tuning his instrument, but he stopped to ask indignantly what she thought she was doing. “What waltz were you playing? What waltz were you playing?” “ ‘Waltz Romantic.’ Next time look out who you punch.” Ellen laughed joyously and, with a disgusted glance at her, he began to pick at his strings again. A moment later the lights went outall except a round moon over the orchestra. As the room filled with misty, bluish light and the piano began to tinkle, the dancers crowded to the floor. Ellen was wildly impatient to be dancing. "What if Larry Smith were unable to find her? Had he noticed that she had withdrawn? She turned to see him coming toward her through the bluish dusk. As he drew near she thought that she never had been so happy in her life. CHAPTER SIX LARRY had bought a string of tickets, each marked “good for one dance.” There were dozens. He dropped the ribbon of bright green over Ellen’s bare arm so that it curled almost to the floor. “That’s for all evening,” he told her. “No one else is to dance with you.” “I believe you’ve made a mistake,” Ellen said, trying to temper the bubbling joyousness in her voice. “I think they sold you a railroad ticket to California.” “It does look like that.” Tony, gliding past, summed up the incident with approving, interested eyes. The 17-year-old plainly considered the older girl to be her protege. “I knew you’d be lucky, Ellen,” she called over her shoulder and was gone. “Now what did she mean?” Larry demanded. "She meant I was lucky to find such a good—customer,” Ellen advised him demurely. “No. It’s the customer who’s lucky.” Their laughter rang out. Larry swept Ellen into his arms and they were caught into the emotion-laden atmosphere of the room. Boys and girls were dancing closely in the semi -darkness, cheek to cheek, heart to heart. Light frocks blurred against the darker clothes of the men; white, bare arms clutched at broad shoulders. There was no sound except the muted whine of the orchestra and the swish of dancing feet, and, from outside, through the open windows, the subdued uproar of a never resting Broadway. Boys and girls, in the artificial darkness, were snatching feverishly at a little moment of tawdry romance, lest it pass them by; snatching at a moment of forgetfulness of daily tasks while the saxophones moaned. Ellen and Larry bumped into a couple who had stopped for a passionate embrace. Ellen felt again that she would weep. She did not know quite why. But she knew that if Larry Smith attempted to embrace her in that furtive darkness, something shining and young and beautiful would be gone forever. At the same time she knew that if he drew her close, close to him she could not resist.

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