Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 241, Indianapolis, Marion County, 16 February 1932 — Page 13

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BEGIN HEBE TODAY BeaUful ELLEN ROSS ITER, ft Sftleft*!rl in Barclay* department store, lives *!th her mother MOLLY ROSSITER. her elder sister, MYRA, nd her young brother. MIKE. The two girls support the family. Molly foolishly spends money saved to pav the rent. STEVEN BARCLAY, a man of 57 and Ellen s employer, lends her an evening dress so she can secure a lob dancing nights at Dreamland. At the dance hull she meets fascinating LARRY HARROW GATE, an artist, and accepts an engagement for tea next day. She breaks this date when she learns that Larry is engaged to ELIZABETH BOWES, a debutante. Her mother and sister favor Barclay's suit, Myra has been engaged for nine years to BERT ARMSTEAD, but they lack money to marry. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER ELEVEN (Continued) Already Ellen was awake. She sat up and yawned furiously as Myra came in balancing a tray containing fresh raspberries, top milk, underdone toast and coffee that would have been good had it percolated five minutes less. •TJmn!” Ellen sniffed. “I’m hungry” , “I’m afraid I’ve done the coffee too long again,” observed Myra as she set down the tray and pulled up a chair. “I could eat a leather boot,” Ellen declared. She tried to break a piece of toast which bent under her fingers and laughed as she said, “It looks almost as if I’d have to. You didn't have the oven hot enough.” “I never do,” Myra sighed. “But try some of the raspberries. They should give satisfaction.” "Ooh, I should say they do.” Ellen poured on milk with a lavish hand and admired the soft, blush-red of the berries. “What were you thinking about for this afternoon?” asked Myra through a mouthful of toast. “Movies? There’s a great feature at the Grand. Greta Garbo.” “I’ve a date,” Ellen answered in a voice which she hoped was careless enough. “Really! With Steven Barclay?” “Oh no—not him.” Ellen laughed. She hesitated and said, “It’s—it's with Larry. Now wait a minute before you fly into me. I didn’t go to the tea, just simply didn’t go. But he came to Dreamland last night and it’s—well, it’s all fixed up for this afternoon.” “Then you think he’s not engaged at all?” Myra asked in a worried way. “I don’t know what to think,” Ellen confessed. “But any way I promised to go riding with him this afternoon.” tt tt n MYRA put down her coffee cup. Her face was distressed and disappointed. Ellen serenely went on eating berries. “But do you think you should do that, Ellen?” Myra persisted unhappily. “Os course I do,” said Ellen airily, “else I shouldn’t have said I would.” “But Ellen— ’’ * “Now don’t be silly and old-farfi-loned, Myra,” Ellen interrupted. “I’m going out in broad daylight with a man to whom I’ve been porperly introduced. The fact that he’s engaged to another girl isn’t any of my business. That’s his affair, not ours.” They went on eating in oppressive silence.

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“Oh, Myra, can’t you understand?” Ellen said suddenly. “I wanted to refuse. You haven't any idea how hard I tried. But all at once I just naturally heard myself accepting.” “Yes, I know how that is,” Myra admitted in a troubled tone.” “He’s coming here,” Ellen went on, “He said he wouldn’t trust me to meet him again.” “Then you’ve shown him any way that you don’t care,” said Myra, beginning to brighten. “That's what I care for, honey. I don’t want you to be hurt.” “Ellen,” she began, flushing faintly. “I’ve been thinking a lot about you. And the more I’ve thought the more I know how wrong I was. “I don’t think Larry Harrowgate is good enough or honorable enough for you no matter what you say. But the reason I was so upset about him in the beginning was because I had so hoped that you and Steven Barclay—” “Oh, stop, Myra.” But Myra went stubbornly on. “I was trying to rob you, honey, of the sweetest thing that can happen to any woman. Just because Bert and I—well, because I often think he's changed and isn’t quite the same—” “He’s every bit the same,” declared Ellen loyally. But Myra scarcely heard her. “Whether he’s the same now doesn't matter. Nine years is a. long time. But we had the grandest thing in the world together. We loved each other so much that nothing else mattered.” tt K u HER cheeks were flushed and her eyes were shining. She looked for a moment an eager 16 instead of a tired 26. “If I had to start all over again,” she continued with unusual passion. “I’d have to love Bert in just the same way. I wouldn’t change a thing. “I wouldn’t want to. I’ll have that for always. Ellen is that the way you feel about your Larry—that nothing else matters?” “Yes,” Ellen whispered. “I’m sorry, Ellen, and I’m glad too,” said Myra, half crying. “I—l’d hoped you didn’t feel that way because I’m afraid that you’re going to be hurt. “But if you love him like that, it doesn’t matter if he hasn’t a dime. It doesn’t matter if he’s engaged to a dozen other girls—anything you’ll suffer afterwards will not be too much to pay for that first part of it. I hope and pray that you’ll be luckier than I.” t “I thought,” Ellen said easily, “that I might invite him here to supper. One of my omelets and maybe some of the jelly we put up last vacation.” “I’m afraid mother won’t like that,” said Myra doubtfully. At that very moment Molly rapped imperiously on the bedroom door. “Ellen, Ellen, are you awake?” she called. “Slip on a kimono and run downstairs. There’s someone calling for you on Mrs. Clancy’s phone.” “Oh help,” said Ellen faintly,

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looking over at Myra, “it must be Mr. Barclay.” CHAPTER TWELVE “T TOW do you know it’s Mr. Bi.rclay?” Myra demanded as Ellen leaped from bed, reached for a flannel dressing gown and belted it over her pajamas. “He asked yesterday if he might call here sometime.” “Did you give him Mrs. Clancy’s number?” “No, but I guess it’s on file. He must have looked up my card at the store.” The bedroom door opened and Molly entered. She was visibly excited. Her black, curly hair stood out In little drake-tails. Her blue eyes blazed. For once she had not even taken time to powder her pretty face. “Hurry, child,” she said to Ellen. “You mustn’t keep Mr. Barclay waiting. It’s bad enough having no phone.” Again Ellen felt a rising irritation. “What makes you so sure it’s Mr. Barclay?” she snapped. • y “I’ve gota hunch,” Molly admitted, dimpling and imiling mysteriously, “Don’t be so slow, honey.” “I can’t run through the halls with -no stockings on, can I?” Ellen took a quick brush at her hair, slipped into pumps and ran out of the apartment and down the four .flights of stairs. The only telephone in the house was in Mrs. Clancy’s apartment on the first floor. The six families who occupied the building were, in the generous phrase of Mrs. Clancy, “perfectly welcome to use the phone so long as they pay for outgoing calls.” And as long as they let Mrs. Clancy listen in on their business, Ellen thought privately. Sure enough, the fat, good-na-tured Irish woman was waiting in the hall at the foot of the stairs. For all the world like a master of ceremonies ,she said, “Right this way.” Then after she had shown Ellen where the telephone was (as if Ellen had not known before) she placidly settled herself in the vicinity of the conversation. Unfortunately’for the listener the conversation was extremely short. Ellen replaced the receiver, presented her thanks and prepared to leave. Mrs. Clancy saw a golden opportunity fading. She said quickly and ingratiatingly, “Was that the rich fellow your mother was telling me all about?” “I don’t know who you mean,” Ellen replied coldly. “Sure you do,” said Mrs. Clancy, chuckling. “I mean Mr. Steven Barclay, your boss. Your maw said he was fairly daft over you.” Ellen had to smile. “Yes, it was Mr. Barclay,” she admitted to the other’s evident pleasure, She even added, “Mr. Barclay wanted me to go driving with him this afternoon.” (To Be Continued)

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