Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 237, Indianapolis, Marion County, 11 February 1932 — Page 15

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_ BEGIN HEBE TODAY Btautlful ELLEN ROSS IT EH a salfsf In Barclay * department store, lives JliJj h#r aatravaaant mother MOLLY ROSBITER her elder sister, MYRA, and ner younjr brother. MIKE. The two girl* eupport the family. , Molly foolishly spend* money saved to pav the rent. Ellen decides to work at night at Dreamland a* a daneo hall hostesa until the sum Is made up. The hostesses must wearing evening dresses and Ellen owns none. STEVEN BARCLAY, a man of 57 and Ellen’s employer, see* the girl crying and discovers the situation. He offers to give Ellen a dress, but sha proudly refuses He then loans her a dress from stock Ellen dines with Barclay and he drives her to Dreamland, where he leaves her. Ellen Is half-pleased, halfirlghtened by her wealthy employer'a obvious Interest In her. But she forgets him entirely when at Dreamland she meets handsome young LARRY HARROWOATE. an artist. Whose prospects. In his own phrase, are exactly nothing. She eagerly accepts Larry’* invitation to tea the following day. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER BEVEN (Continued) “Ellen, that’s simply marvelous!” Molly exclaimed ecstatically. “I was sure this morning that something was going to happen. I told you. Don’t you remember?” “Oh, stop it!” Ellen wanted to say. But she managed to hold her tongue. Molly, lost in romantic speculations, saw nothing of her daughter’s discomfort. Nor did Ellen’s patient and not quite truthful assurances that Barclay had said not one word to indicate anything except a friendly Interest, dislodge Molly from her firmly intrenched notion that he had fallen in love with Ellen upon first sight of her. Ellen forgot how important the meeting with Barclay had seemed before that other meeting at Dreamland. She forgot that there had been nothing pallid about Steven Barclay’s image in her mind until she had looked into Harry Harrowgate’s ahinlng, admiring eyes. Not until Barclay and the drive through the park had been pretty thoroughly gone into was she allowed to escape to bed. One thing Molly’s tireless crossexamination had failed to elicit—the story of the meeting with Larry Harrowgate. nun ELLEN woke in the morning to hear subdued giggles. Something furry brushed across her nose and she opened her eyes quickly. Mike's kitten Buzz scampered to the edge of the bed and hopped to ithe floor. Mike himself, seated cross-legged at the foot of the bed and wearing a suit of shrunken pajamas, was responsible for the giggles. As the girl stretched her arms over her head, she felt that the world was very fair. She laughed joyously with her young brother and as she laughed all thought of sleep vanished. The early morning air was sweet and cool, promising a radiant day. This was the beginning of the day that was to mark her first engagement with Larry Harrowgate. Her mind was busy with delightful planning. What would she wear? She could carry the pink aftemoo* dress, a legacy from Aunt Myra, and change at noon when her duties at the store ended. Or would it be better to appear in the same costume she wore at work? Absorbed in those delightful possibilities, she leaned forward, pulled Mike into her arms and tousled his hair until he squealed with delight. “Oh, gee.” gasped Mike, after a few minutes of uproarious roughhousing, “I forgot to tell you. Something came for you. That’s why 1 was to wake you up.” “What came?” “A great big long box with lots of green ribbons.” nun FLOWERS! From Larry I Ellen was out of bed In a flash and into the living room. Myra and Molly were both at the table examining a giant florist box. •‘lt’s from McCelland’s!" Myra called out excitedly. “Mother and I thought you'd never get up. Did Mike wake you?” Ellen’s fingers trembled with the novel delight of tearing away green ribbons and massed layers of satiny paper. Roses, wet and darkly red —dozens of them! “How many are there?” Molly Incoherently demanded. * “Millions, it looks like. I can’t count them. Oh, the beauties!” She wrenched the card free and tore open the envelope. The ink

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had blurred with dampness but the writing was perfectly distinguishable. The writing wa* not Larry’*. “To the success of your new venture. 8. B.” read the message. Ellen was ready to cry in her disappointment. She had been so sure! Myra and Molly were far too pleased and fluttered to notice anything amiss. Flowers and beaux in the Rossi ter household were rare enough to cause any amount of excitement. “I told you, I told you.” Molly was insisting. “They’re from Mr. Barclay, aren’t they?” “Yes,” said Ellen. * * * THE girl read the message a second time in an effort to recapture some of her original delight at receiving such a splendid gift and failed. The card fluttered from her fingers. Molly pounced upon it. Together she and Myra read the short note and exclaimed and speculated and jubilated quite enough to make up for any lack in Ellen. An umbrella stand was rushed into service. It was the only vessel in the house deep enough for the long stemmed beauties. Deploring the wastefulness Molly cut down the smooth green stems of half a dozen buds and arranged them at the shabby breakfast table. But her eyes were all for the tall splendor of the blooms in the stand pulled close to Ellen’s chair. “They’re four feet long if they’re an inch,” she murmured happily, slipping into her place at the head of the table. “Mother, if you say that again,” Ellen said crossly, “I’ll scream.” “I'll join you in the screaming,” Myra offered amiably. But she added with a curious look at her sister, “Aren’t you pleased, honey?” “Os course I’m pleased,” snapped Ellen. “What am I supposed to do —dance a Jig?” “Ellen’s got a fellow! Ellen's got a fellow!” chanted Mike, catching belatedly the excitement of his elders. “Be still, Mike,” said his mother absently. ‘ Don’t tease your sister.” She and Myra exchanged a long, significant look. Ellen caught the look. It occurred to her a little forlornly that the only person in the Rositer household not delighted with Steven Barclay’s generosity was the recipient of it. CHAPTER EIGHT THE initial excitement over Steven Barclay’s flowers and Steven Barclay’s intentions simmered down a little as breakfast progressed. For one thing, Mike with his clamorous demands for “More toast, Ellen” and “Just a little teeny bit of your coffee, Mom,” made any sustained discussion impossible. But after he had gulped his food and scampered away, Molly was at the fascinating topic again. She went straight to the main issue. “Mr. Barclay is a bachelor, isn’t he. Ellen?” “I don’t know and don’t care,” Ellen answered on a note of rising resentment. “Oh, dear! I’m sorry,” she apologized, as tears welled up in Molly’s eyes. “I didn’t mean to be rude. I just hated being made a Roman holiday. I think he’s a widower.” “Grass,” supplied Myra. “He’s been married twice. I don’t know what happened to his first wife, but he divorced the second one—got a Mexican divorce. The papers were full of it at the time.” Myra concluded self-consciously. “The second Mrs. Barclay was Leda Grayson—that notorious dancer. There was a terrific scandal.” “Oh, said Molly uncertainly. She was dashed. "Then that's different.” It wasn’t his fault,” Ellen put in sullenly, reluctantly compelled to come to Steven Barclay’s defense. “I remember the whole story now. It was all the woman’s fault.” “I should say it was her fault,” Myra commented warmly. She amplified her statement. ”Leda Grayson cheated from the first, but Mr. Barclay was chivalrous enough to get a divorce in Mexico —incompatibility or something. “Everything was settled in secret, but they say she got $1,000,000 for taking back her maiden name. Nobody criticised him at all.” “That's good. Then everything’s all right,” sighed Molly, relieved and not ashamed to show it. “I felt

sure he wouldn’t have shown Ellen attention if things hadn't been all right.” “What are you trying to do?” asked Ellen, in a tone which she hoped hid her annoyance. "Make me Steven Barclay’s third wife on the strength of a few flowers?” “You can talk like that, young lady, but you can’t fool your mother,” Moily declared in her airy assumption of sophisticated maturity. “Flowers might mean nothing from a young boy. But an older man doesn’t do things like that and you know it. You’re only trying to throw dust in our eyes." n n n ELLEN was furious. She was conscious all the time that she was being ill-natured and ungracious, conscious that she was blaming Steven Barclay because his flowers were not from another man, blaming him, as well, for her mother’s foolishness. But she could barely restrain herself from rushing from the table when Molly began to plan for future engagements with Barclay. “You’ll need two or three light little dresses for evening,” she was saying. “Luckily it’s summer and you can wear anything. I do wish your Aunt Myra would send another box. It’s about time for one.” “What are you thinking of, mother?” Ellen protested in a vain attempt to check the tide. “You’re making tremendous plans on nothing at all. I won’t have it!” “Well,” responded Molly, hurt, “if you don’t want us to share your pleasures -with you—why I guess—” Ellen was suddenly remorseful. Mother was mother, delightful, feather-headed, Irresponsible. There was no need to destroy her gayety. As she comforted her, Ellen’s amused, tolerant look went to meet Myra’s self-conscious eyes. And she saw with an unpleasant shock that steady, sensible Myra, for once, had sided against her. Myra believed she had been deliberately coquettish. Molly readily forgave the grave injury that Ellen had done her. The easy tears dried and she was laughing, sparkling again. “You’d better be good to me,” she gayly rebuked Ellen. “I’ve a surprise I’ve been keeping for you. Yesterday after you telephoned about not having the right dress I went out and bought you a lovely printed chiffon with the cunningest little jacket that you take off when you dance.” There was an appalling silence. Molly added nervously, defensively, “It was a great bargain, and since we didn’t have enough money to pay the rent anyway, why, I thought ” “Oh, mother,” wailed Myra, “can’t you see there’s no point at all in Ellen’s working herself to death at Dreamland if all the extra money is to go for clothes?” “But now she can return the other dress to Mr. Barclay and start out right with him,” argued Molly. “It's come ii handy anyhow. You’ll see. Things are starting to happen to Ellen. No one knows how long she’ll have to work anyway.” Ellen saw her way clear at last. “I love working at Dreamland,” she said. “It’s not work. It’s fun there. I want to keep on. I met some one—well, anyway, I wouldn't give up going there for anything,” she finished confusedly.

(To Be Continued)

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