Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 236, Indianapolis, Marion County, 10 February 1932 — Page 13

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BEGIN HERE TODAY Beautiful ELLEN ROSSITER. a aalfsRirl Jn Barclay’* department store. Jivea with her mother. MOLLY ROSSITER. her elder sister MYRA, and her youne brother. MIKE. The two *lrls support the lamilv. Mollv foollshlv spends money saved to pav the rent. Ellen tries to get a Job as a dance hall hostess at Dreamland and learns that she must have an evening dress. She has none. STEVEN BARCLAY, her employer, sees her crying and offers to give her a dress. Ellen proudlv refuses, but agrees to borrow a lovely white frocic. Ellen dines with Barclay and he drives her to Dreamland where he leaves her. TONY, another of the hostesses, befriends and advises Ellen. Ellen hates the cheapness of the dance hall, hates taking a 10-cent ticket to dance with all comers. She slaps a man who kisses her. JACOB SALOMON. the manager, is about to discharge her when a handsome voung man asks to be Introduced to her. He savs his name is LARRY SMITH He goes to buy tickets and while she waits for him. Ellen forgets that she hated Dreamland, forgets Barclay’s kindness, forgets everything except Larry Smith. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER SIX fContinued) “I don’t seem to care much for this,” he ventured at length, uncomfortably. And then abruptly, with no preliminaries, he asked, “What are you doing here?" a a a ELLEN experienced a lightness and buoyancy of spirit as though something she feared had been passed. Ali at once she was able to laugh at herself. What a mad fool she had become? All of her values seemed changed. So much depended tonight upon so little. She saw that Larry was watching her face as he waited for her to answer. She gestured toward a sign on the wall. They had to dance through the crowd and to the outskirts so that he could read. His own gray eyes lighted when he read that hostesses when dancing were limited in conversation to "yes” and “no.” "Do you like me a lot?” he inquired promptly. Ellen feared that he would discern the swift hammering of her heart. She felt the color creeping into her face. “Go on, tell me,” he urged. “Yes or no?” So he thought he would tease her! “Yes,” Ellen responded, but very dubiously indeed. He looked disconcerted and then he added sheepishly, “Well, that one seems to have been on me. So you think I’m taking an unfair advantage?” “Yes!” Ihe second “yes” was emphatic and pointed. Their laughter rang out again. “Well, what do you say,” he suggested, “if we leave the mute dancing to those as likes it mute? I want to talk.” They were at a table and barely seated before he asked the second time, “What are you doing here?” “Earning my living.” "Do you really mean that?” a a a HE was plainly startled. She had on the tip of her tongue a tart retort and she observed that he was studying her dress. She had forgotten Steven Barclay until then—forgotten why she was at Dreamland, forgotten everything except that she was 20 years old and that life had become for her a thrilling and rose-hued miracle. ‘‘Certainly I mean it,” she replied. There was no reason why she should explain to this young stranger how it happened that she was able to wear a Paris gown. It was impossible for her to do so. She had a passionate desire that he should know nothing of her responsibilities, of the care and fretting trouble which had shadowed her youth. She wanted only to laugh and to forget everything else. To him she must stand for gayety, for careless and irresponsible fun. He was not Steven Barclay. How did she know how quickly she might, by any hasty or misjudged attempt to precipitate him into her life, turn that eager look into the expression of boredom that she had seen before. She did not amplify her bare statement. He was checked'. “Did you believe me,” he asked after a pause, “when I told the manager my name was Smith?” “If you say it’s Smith,” Ellen observed irrelevantly, “then it must be Smith.” a a a HER tone was clear, her eyes lucid and innocent. It was the young man's turn to flush.

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“I'm afraid you won’t understand,” he began, uncomfortable before that lucid gaze, "but anyhow I must explain. My name isn't Smith. When I said it was I hadn't decided—” "Whether you’d trust me with the secret,” Ellen supplied smoothly. She was not offended. Larry drew a breath of relief. “YouTe being dam nice about it," he said. “Well, anyhow my name is Larry. Larry Marrowgate, age 27, occupation artist of sorts, prospects nothing!” "I’m to take that as a warning?” “If you want to take it that way.” They both laughed ecstatically. “No, but seriously,” he presently resumed in a voice which he tried hard to make brisk and sensible, ‘‘did you mean what you said—out on the floor? Do you really like me?” “Seriously,” she answered dutifully, although she still bubbled with excitement and laughter, “I do." “Then that’s that,” he observed in satisfaction. “We’re through with all the preliminaries. Now we can settle down and really get to know each other.” a a a THEY were interrupted by a waiter demanding their order. Larry confessed to a ravenous appetite and not even Ellen's warning that the food might be bad prei vented him from selecting almost j everything on the bill of fare. When I the waiter withdrew he began to rally her. “What’s wrong with you?” he inquired solicitously. “Are you a canary bird? I never saw a girl before who wouldn’t eat on the slightest provocation.” “I didn’t want to order anything,” Ellen confessed in growing embarrassment, “because I get a percentage on what you pay.” “You foolish youngster! I would not think you were a profiteer even if you’d ordered a diamond necklace. I couldn’t have paid for it, but then—you’ll have to eat half of mine.” a a a BUT when the food arrived, sandwiches and cakes and a bowl of steaming chow mein, decorated with slivers of chicken, neither wanted to eat. They wanted to dance again and again, to dance forever or until they dropped from exhaustion. Like children on a holiday they skylarked about the floor. Again and again they discovered with pleased and excited exclamation how well their steps fitted. Amazing, thrilling to change quickly from the langorous grace of the tango to the rowdy breathless complications of the outmoded Charles-ton-amazing to dance with someone who moved almost as you moved. The whole day had been the most exciting of Ellen’s life. She almost hoped it would never end. But the ending, when it came, was sweetest of all. “You make a big difference to me,” Larry summarized it with simple fervor. “Just finding you, Ellen, has made my summer for me.” “I’m —I’m glad you found me.” “We’ll go places and see things, won’t we—you and I? We’ll have fun, won’t we? What do you say, Ellen?” “Oh, grand,” she murmured. Even in the midst of her pleasure she wondered why he did not say anything more definite. She felt a little twinge of dismay at th though he knew where to find her, if he never returned she must remain silent. How did she know how many girls he had laughed with just as he had laughed with her? “What about tomorrow at tea?” he was asking eagerly. “You don’t work Saturday afternoons, do you?” She drew a long, fluttering breath. “I'd love it.” She was gone. CHAPTER SEVEN ELLEN never before had realized how many steps there were in the five long flights that led to her own home. She really was very tired, but she climbed doggedly forward, determined not to stop. The hall was not and stuffy, piled up at the landings with rubbish awaiting the janitor’s disposition. The house was asleep. Through thin walls she could hear

the heavy sound of breathing and even the restless stirrings of the sleepers. At’ the second floor she Identified a terrifying buzzing sound as Papa Clancy’s snore. She chuckled and pushed on. Halfway between the fourth floor and the ufth, sht. was unpleasantly surprised to see light shining from beneath the living room door of her own apartment Oh, dear, someone was still awake! All the way home on the subway she nad planned to hop straight into bee. and drift off to sleep on the tide of her own glamorous imaginings. She did not want to shares those imaginings or to discuss her experiences of the day. Now there was no help for it. With a resigned sigh she unlocked the door and stepped into the Rossiter living room. Molly Rossiter, bright-eyed and wide-awake, sat at a battered mahogany table playing solitaire. Molly’s solitaire was the joke of the family. Whenever she was beaten, it was her habit to rearrange the cards and to proceed with the play. By faithfully adhering to that system, she never failed to run out of all her cards. “I’ve just beaten old Sol,” she announced innocently as Ellen entered. Then she sprang up and ran to greet her daughter. u a a “OIT down, darling,” she urged. , “You look tired to death. Do you want coffee? Shall I risk it or will you make it yourself? Did you have a good time? Tell me everything.” “Help, help,” pleaded Ellen faintly, as she sank into a chair and pushed her hat back off her damp forehead. “You’ll have to give me a chance. I’m winded. Don’t bother about coffee. I’m going straight to bed.” “Not before you tell me all about it, are you” Molly wailed in childish disappointment. “You should have gone to bed, honey,” Ellen told her, as her temporary annoyance faded. “But since you didn’t, what do you want to know especially?” “I couldn’t have slept a wink,” Molly pretested earnestly, clasping her hands about her bare knees. “I was too anxious to hear about everything—about the dress particularly. Did you look beautiful? Where is it?” “It’s at Dreamland. I guess I looked all right,” Ellen tackled the questions in reverse order. “Oh, Ellen, don’t be so provoking! You aren't telling me anything! You only said over the phone that Mr. Barclay had lent it to you. What was he like? Was he nice?” a tt a Ellen understood that Molly wanted to know whether or not Barclay had been personal. Her mother was trembling with eagerness to share Barclay’s every intonation, his every facial expression. What had he done? What had he said? How had he looked? She wanted to know not only what Ellen had thought, but even what Ellen thought Barclay had thought. In short, she was prepared for a sentimental orgy. Ellen could not help being mildly irritated when her mother was in such a mood. “He was rather nice,” she answered listlessly. “He’s quite old, you know—not likely to be enthusiastic. But extremely kind.” “Then you saw him only in his office?” “He drove me to Dreamland,” Ellen conceded reluctantly.

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