Indianapolis Times, Volume 43, Number 260, Indianapolis, Marion County, 9 March 1932 — Page 13

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begin here today Beautiful Ellen Rowlter. employed at Barclay * department store work* nights a a dance nail hostess. She lives with her mother. MOLLY RO88ITER; her brother MIKE STEVEN BARCLAY. S7. and owner of Barclay s. is in love with Ellen. Twice •he refuses to marrv him. Ellen love* LARRY HARROWOATE. an artist she has met at Dreamland. Newspaper* announce Larrv’i engagement to ELI7.ABETH BOWES, a debutante. Ellen hones the announcement la untrue, but when F. .sabeth returns from Europe, Larry curtly tell* Ellen he can not see her for some time. Heart-*""9ken, Elle” tries to lorget. Oraduall} she come to think less of I.arrv and more of Barclay. Her brother i injured In a traffic accident and Barclay provides money for the boy's r*re. One night he tell* Ellen he has cabled for DR fiTENOEL. a Viennese physician, to perform an operation on Mike'* legs. Ellen tell* Barclay *he wants to marrv him. He loves her and think* she will come to love him. He elves BERT ARMSTEAD. Mvra'i fiance, a Job *o that Myra and Bert can be married. Barclay Insists Ellen must elve on her work at the store and at. Dreamland, When she leaves the dance hall where she met Larry she Is strangely regretful. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT (Continued) "A break was what wc all needed,” Myra assented. “This makes all the difference in the world to Bert and me. "With this new job, there's no Reason lor us to wait any longer. B n rt ia jumping out of his skin with joy.” “Stop fussing with the house and let’s go to bed and talk,” Myra said. "Let's let everything go and get up early in the morning.” On sudden thought Myra asked, “But are you going to the store at all in the morning?” Ellen laughed. '‘l should say I'm not,” she said. ‘‘You know Steven. He'd throw six fits. One of the first things he said was that I was through with work for good and • 11.” "Imagine!” breathed Myra. “No more rushing off in the morning and coming home worn to a frazzle. Heavens, you’re lucky!” "I am lucky,” Ellen agreed Soberly. A little later she telephoned to Salomon to say she was giving up her job at Dreamland. He was so regretful Ellen was touched. "If you ever want the job back, It's yours,” he declared. "What am I to do with the money I owe you? There’s about $lO waiting for you.” "Credit it to Tony,” Ellen responded. "And tell her goodby for me.” _ As she returned to the apartment, pile did not try to analyze the sensation which swept over her with Ihe realization that she would go no more to Dreamland. Nevertheless, the sensation persisted and lingered on in her troubled dreams. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE ELLEN awakened the following morning to the pungent, delicious smell of coffee and broiling bacon. She rolled over with startled haste to look at the clock. Almost 8! Suddenly she remembered that never again would she be jumping from bed to gulp a hurried breakfast and rush away to work. Oh, what bliss! She sank back in delightful ease, stretched and yawned. As her eyes were closing she saw Myra, fast asleep in the next bed, the rumpled sheet thrust away from her body revealing the rise and fall of her dull gold braids ns she breathed. Mother must have returned from the hospital. Ellen was out of bed at once and

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without stopping for slippers, she ran into the kitchen. An alert, competent-looking woman stood at the stove arranging curls of bacon on the broiler. She turned at Ellen’s impetuous entrance. “The Janitor let me in,” the woman explained, apparently oblivious of Ellen’s surprise. "You and your sister were so sound asleep it seemed a shame to disturb you.” "Oh,” said Ellen blankly. "I’m Mrs. Stanley, Mr. Barclay's town housekeeper.” continued the unruffled voice. "He thought you’d be n: ding me. I just stopped on my way at the corner store and bought the things for breakfast.” “I'm not sure ” "You run right back to bed,” Mrs. Stanley said placidly. “I’ll bring your breakfast in to you.” "We’re not used to breakfasting in bed,”- Ellen laughed self-con-sciously. She did not know quite how to meet the situation. "You’ll get used to it,” Mrs. Stanley promised confidently. "You’d better get back into bed now. There's someone looking at you from across the way.” She pointed to the window. Ellen fled. She woke Myra and broke the news. "I think it’s swell.” Myra declared, yawning. "Your Steven’s grand. Bert wouldn’t have thought of such a thing in a million years. I, for one, am certainly willing to adopt the habit of breakfasting in bed for a while anyway.” “It looks as though we’d have to,” Ellen admitted, a small frown between her eyes. "Mrs. Stanley certainly has an air of ‘Here’s your breakfast—now you eat it.’ ” "Then, what's all the shootln’ for?’ "I know Steven didn’t tell her to march In on us like this—that was her idea,” Ellen went on. "Just the same, I'm not sure I like having our lives snatched out of our hands this way.” "Any one who brings me breakfast in bed certainly can snatch my life,” observed Myra. "I won’t object.” a tt a SHE laughed and Elleii laughed, too. After all, she found it pleasant to lie in bed and breakfast from a tray at the very hour she so often had been rushing for a subway train. Pleasant to have Mrs. Stanley moving about quietly, putting the apartment to rights and asking no questions about anything. ‘Tf this is demoralization,” Myra remarked as she dipped into a slice of pale green melon, “I’ll never get enough of it.” "It is nice,” said Ellen contentedly. "Nice? It’s perfect!” "What are you going to do today?” Ellen asked after a pause.. "Well, after we leave the hospital I’m going to spend the afternoon hunting an apartment,” Myra answered. She blushed and added, ‘‘Bert is going to see Mr. Barclay this morning.” "Have you two set the wedding date yet?” Ellen demanded. "Do you think it would be fun if we both were married together?” "I think it would be grand.” There was perfect peace between the two girls. It was a little later when they had begun to dress that Myra unconsciously delivered to Ellen a stab of pain. "When are you going to give

iup your Job at the library?” Ellen | demanded, as she twisted to see if the skirt of her jersey suit hung properly, “I’m not giving it up at all,” Myra answered. “They're letting me have two weeks’ 'vacation and that’s all I’ll take.” She went on self-consciously, "You see Bert and I will be just starting out—not at all like you and Steven. Bert won’t be drawing a grand salary at Barclay’s for some years to come. "It's the dream of our lives to have our own home. You know that house we’ve been looking at Sundays for centuries? Well, it’s still for sale." Ellen Icfet interest in the hang of her skirt. It was on the tip of her tongue to suggest that Steven would help with the house. She knew he would be glad to. Something in Myra's face stopped the words. b n PERHAPS Myra read her thoughts, for she said uncomfortably! "Ellen, honey, there's something I think you and I should settle right now.” "What is it?” "You’ll be living a life quite different from Bert’s and mine,” Myra went on. "You’ll have lots of things we won’t have for years and may never have. "You may be tempted to give us things we can’t afford. And we won't want to take them.” "You just said,” protested Ellen with an uncertain laugh, "that you loved having breakfast in bed—loved being lazy.” "So I do, goose. But this is different. Mrs. Stanley is here because of you—not because of me. Mother and Mike, of course, are different. But Bert and I are young and strong. We don’t want things made easy for us!” B U IT was then that Ellen felt the wrench of pain. Until then it had not occurred to her that Myra would not have the same things she would have and share the same pleasures. Myra certainly was entitled to her pride. In that instant Ellen seemed to feel their lives slipping apart. "But surely,” she persisted, her lips, quivering suspiciously, "when Steven and I come back from Europe, you won’t be too proud to stay with me sometimes.” "Os course not, silly!” Even with her sister’s arm around her, Ellen continued to feel a sense of loneliness; a queer premonition that something was about to tear her away from old familiar things. She did not want that to happen. At the hospital the two girls found Mike as active a convalescent as his heavy plaster casts would permit. Ellen left Myra there and returned alone to the apartment. The conversation of the morning still lingered in her mind. She blamed herself bitterly. Surely she was not marrying Steven for money or the things she thought he would do for her family. Surely she was not so unfair as to love him less because she had discovered it would be impossible for her to give her sister the luxuries she herself was to have. Ellen climbed the stairs feeling discouraged. B tt STEVENS was waiting for her in the apartment. When she saw him, everything seemed all right again. She liked him so much that in time she was sure she would come to love him. When he kissed her, there was nothing lacking in his kiss, because she had determined to find nothing lacking. She gave him an amusing account of the morning and he confessed that for thirty years Mrs. Stanley had ordered him around exactly as she had ordered Ellen. "That was all right,” Ellen said.

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"But what is It you wanted to tell I me?” Barclay laughed, dug into his j pocket and produced a passport which he flipped toward her. It was made out for Mr. and Mrs. Steven Barclay. “We’re to have the bridal suite,” he explained, deeply pleased. “That’s why I was so long reaching here. It took quite a while to persuade Lord Somebody or Other he didn’t want it.” "Oh, what fun!” breathed Ellen, conjuring up a vision of herself stretched in a ateamer chair, lazily watching the sparkle of blue waves

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ed mischievously. Then seeing that he was not diverted she continued soberly, “I really hadn't thought about it. There's no one I want to have with me except mother and of course Myra and Bert. We’ll have any kind of wedding you want, Steven.” "I want a very quiet ceremony,” Steven said abruptly. “More than that, my dear, I must explain to you my reasons.” CHAPTER THIRTY STRANGELY enough, Ellen never had thought of Steven’s divorced wife. She was as embar-

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ple were separated two weeks following the nuptial day. The rest was newspaper history. A filing of suits and counter-suits, an endless washing of dirty linen before the public. Finally, after a handsome settlement, Leda Grayton had poutingly permitted Steven to obtain the Sonora divorce, had bought herself a famous string of pearls, resumed her maiden name and returned to the stage and the life she loved—the life of Broadway. x (To Be Continued)

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