Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 253, Indianapolis, Marion County, 1 March 1932 — Page 11

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BF.GfN HERE TOOAY IP*Utlful ELLEN ROSBITER. * **l es. drl in Barclay'! department (tore, work* night* a* a dance hall hoates*. She lives with her mother, MOLLY ROBRTTER. her elder sister, MYRA, and her baby brother. MIKE. At the dance hall she meets snd fall* In love with handsome LARRY HARROWOATE, an artist. Later she learns Larry Is engaged to ELIZABETH BOWES, a debutante. STEVEN BARCLAY, 57. and owner of Barclay'*, Is in love with Ellen. Without the girl * knowledge her mother Invites him to dinner, borrowing money for tne occasion. Ellen is furious, but when Barclay arrives she i* compelled to b# friendly. That night he asks her to marry him. She refuses. Gossip circulates at the store and Ellen asks to be transferred to another department. Barclay makes her an assistant buyer at an lrtfcreased salary. She refuses to lunch with Larry because of her new Job and they quarrel. He come* to Dreamland that night to apologize. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE (Continued) Her heart missed a beat; her feet missed a step. Larry caught her eye. The two young people smiled contentedly and to Ellen the night burst into bloom. She hardly could contain herself until the dance was over and she could rush to the .able where Larry was impatiently awaiting her. "I’m awfully sorry about this morning,’' he said immediately. "That’s all right,” she told him, reeling irrationally, idiotically happy. "No, it isn’t all right. There’s more to it than that,” he said suddenly after they were both sitting. I'm very much afraid that you and ( had better watch our step.” His expression was odd and constrained. He leaned over and be”an to play with a bangle she wore on her arm. She watched him expectantly. ‘ What do you mean?” she asked. What do you mean?” he echoed foolishly. ft n tt ELLEN looked at him sharply. She wondered for a moment if he had been drinking. The lights had been dimmed for a moonlight waltz. The single shaft es light from the artificial moon fell across the table, but his face was in the shadow. “I just wanted to know,” she resumed in a strained way, "what you meant by saying that we’d have to watch our step?” "Oh, that!” He laughed. The lights came up as the music stopped and she. saw that his mysterious confusion had left him. She saw too that he had not been drinking. He was simple and natural, at ease again. "Don’t you know, Ellen?” "No, I don’t know.” Her heart was beginning to pound. "Well, I was jealous as the very deuce this morning.” he confessed smiling at her. "Jealous of your job and you’re being more interested in that than in having lunch with me! You know what that means, I suppose?” "What?” He drew a, long breath. "Don’t you think it’s possible you and I might fall in love?” he asked with an uncertain laugh. "What if we did?” she demanded carelessly, not quite liking the lightness of his tone. “That’d be the devil all around, wouldn’t it?” he said nervously. "I suppose it would.” ’My mother* ”

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I ‘You mean your mother has other j plans for you,” Ellen interrupted. * "Well, so has mine {or me!” I Her tone -matched his for indifference, but she was furious. "That’s easy enough to see,” he laughed. "Remember that time she put me out of your apartment? She hates me, doesn’t she?” "She doesn’t think you work enough,” said Ellen pointedly. "Besides that, you’ve probably a dozen other clamoring sweethearts,” he said easily, seeming to lose interest. "Only one,” she assured him coolly. He leaned over and caught her hands, laughed and accused her of trying to make him jealous. Aa the girl laughed with him she wondered forlornly if anything, anything, ever would make him serious. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO ELLEN never had thought of Larry in connection with anything so prosaic as work. To her he went with the gayety, the lightness and laughter in the world. She knew he was an artist, but when she had teased him for details of his work he only told her lightly that he was not an overzealous artist. So she was considerably surprised a few days later when he came to Dreamland to ask if she would pose for him. A special show the Shane Show, he explained—was to be held in six months. If he could get one of the prizes for portraits, his reputation would be made. Ellen’s first impulse was to refuse him. She was too busy. Surely he could get someone better for a portrait, a society woman perhaps or an actress, someone well known. But he persisted. It would take only such a. little time, he pleaded. If she couldn’t or wouldn’t pose, then he simply would not enter the competition. Ellen hesitated, torn between prudence and desire. At last, against her better judgment, she agreed to do as he wished. "Ah, you’re a darling to say you will,” he exclaimed in relief and satisfaction. "I won’t take much of your time. My studio has night lights and things. Sometimes if you're not too tired we could drop in there after you're through here.” Again the girl hesitated. ‘ I don't &ant to sound like a prude,” she said frankly, “but I’m afraid I couldn’t do that.” Seeing he was puzzled, she w-ent on, her clear, candid eyes on his. "My mother wouldn’t hear of such a thing—and not because she doesn’t like you, either. It's because she’s old-fashioned, too. "I couldn’t go to your studio at night without a chaperon. I wouldn’t feel right about it. "It would be all right on Mondays and times like that though. Myra could come then,, too,” she added. "You do see. don't you?” she asked appealingly. “I never saw a girl like you,” Larry said wonderingly. "You don’t drink. You don’t smoke. And here you are insisting that you have a chaperon while I paint you in a gown Queen Victoria would have worn if she’d had the figure for it.” The light note went out of his

| voice. He pursued the subject with | a kind of reluctant and unwilling admiration: "You’re a queer little Puritan, Ellen, but I’m not sure I don’t admire you for it. Girls nowadays are too free and easy—the kind I seem to know, anyhow. "They’ve tossed away a lot trying to grab off the sort of freedom that doesn’t seem to make them happy when they get it. It seems a silly thing to say, but I’m going to say it. You’re a wise little girl, Ellen.” He caught his breath and laughed a confused, uncertain laugh. It wasn’t much. But Ellen treasured those words. M ft 0 OFTEN during the next two weeks she went to sleep dreaming dreams of Larry. She was seeing a different side of him these days, was learning that he could work as well as play at high tension. She loved this different side of him, loved the inexhaustible enthusiasm he exhibited for color, for paint, for canvas, for real labor. Things at home, financially speaking, were going much better since she had received the increased salary at the store, but the additional money from Dreamland still was necessary. Not for much longer, Ellen hoped. Molly, fretful and distressed over the continuous companionship with Larry and not to be consoled by the fact that Ellen was seeing a great deal of Stevens at the store, had grown strangely apathetic. She seemed temporarily to have lost her ability to spend money before it was earned. Nevertheless Ellen often had the feeling of a tight-wire walker. She knew, did Ellen, how easily a budget can be upset. There were other things that gave her the feeling of a tight-wire walker. For one thing, even though she gave him countless opportunities, even though she could feel that he and she were coming closer and closer to some inevitable climax, Larry failed to say one word about his engagement. The name of Elizabeth Bowes, the gay debutante who was flitting over Europe before returning for her autumn wedding, had never been mentioned between them. Even as she fell more and more helplessly in love with Larry, Ellen could not forget how unfairly he was treating her. She was attempting to crowd too much action, too much excitement, too many emotions into twenty-four hours. She was always swinging back and forth from Steven to Larry. On the one side was common sense and on the other was her own heart. That she had deeply and unini tentionally hurt Steven many times [ she knew. At luncheon with him her thoughts would stray to Larry. She would wonder what he was doing, where he was, what he was saying in those hours he spent away from her. Then she would start with a sudden realization that she had heard not one word of what Steven had been saying. Larry, even if he had been more honest with her, she knew still would remain one of those suitors who never can be depended on. He blew hot and blew cold; laughing a gale one minute and quarreling fiercely over nothing the next. After those spirited quarrels, he generally stalked away without a word. Ellen would cry herself to sleep, convinced she would never see him again. The next night he would turn up at Dreamland, unabashed and unrepentent, the cause of the quarrel and the quarrel itself forgotten.

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TARZAN THE TERRIBLE

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Oh, It was maddening never to know where one stood, thought little Ellen as thousands of other girls have thought. 0 0 0 SHE had some times the strange feeling that in this double, or, rather, triple life she was leading she was losing Molly, losing Myra and little Mike, losing touch with her home as she was certainy losing touch with her duties at the store. She knew that Lorene Elcott was disappointed in her, though nothing had been said. She knewr all these things and yet could not feel regretful.

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Larry’s very contradictions were a delight; the burning, feverish love she felt for him was an answer to her wild, young prayers of the year before. Nothing mattered when she was with him except that she should please him. Nothing mattered except that here was another evening, an evening when she might learn where she stood with him. She always was straining toward that issue. Always he was eluding it. Then came an August night when Bert and Myra accompanied her to the studio, one of the free Mondays that came all too seldom. It was

insufferably hot, even, with the studio skylight wide open and all the casement windows denuded of curtains and swung out into the airless, starry night. At about 8 o’clock Bert protested he could bear no more and dragged Myra out a neighborhood movie. They were returning for Ellen at 10, the hour the posing invariably was ended. Larry worked for some time after they left, absorbedly mixing his colors and absently wiping his brush on his faded smock, standing off to observe an effect, squinting at the canvas and then at Ellen almost as

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though he had never seen her before. But at 9 he flung down his brush, announced that it was too hot for anything except suicide, and bangqd off downstairs for ginger ale. 000 ELLEN, left alone in the studio, wandered about, marveling, as she so often aid, at the contradictions in the man. The studio was bare and plain, so obviously the room of a workman that it seemed incredible Larry could have chosen it, incredible that he fitted there so well. She was cramped and tired from

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the continuous strain of peeing, but she was very light hearted. She safe down at the dusty grand piano which commanded one comer, pushed back the top and attempted to remember enough of her childhood instruction to pick out a simple melody. The instrument was badly out of tune and her amateurish efforts were ludicrous. She was giggling at the discordancy when the door opened and Larry came in, laden with green bottles and a brown bag of sandwiches. (To Be Con tinned)

—By; Edgar Bice Burroughs

As it was, he came near to being precipitated into the gorge. Only his great strength saved him. He was upright now and his feet found other pegs. His first thought was of his foe. As he looked up to see if it was waiting above to finish him, he saw instead the frightened face of Pan-at-lee peering over the ledge. Quickly he clambered to her side. “Where Is the shagr one?" he asked. Pan-at-lee pointed downward. "There," she said, "dead."

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