Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 207, Indianapolis, Marion County, 7 January 1933 Edition 02 — Page 11

JAN. 7, 1933

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Brr.iN iirßr. todat RHFTI.A BHAYXF. 1R whoso nsronts *-• r* well-known vaud< ■•. ill<* actorr, is In Krw York lookine for none. Slieha is a *Shr ha ner,t almost her entire life tr ihe stuff, first traveling With her t.r.rent* no* rtoed. and later In vandex f sr.ii :■■•ad shows Sheila lives at MA !/>v. ELI.'B theatrical rooming house. \IVRT aids e r<erformer also out „■ .-rn. also lives there. Over the *fr . fa'■ table one morning Shila ronfdes to M- •• 5 >•' l.er great ambition 1* 1 . mar: and haw a home like those ahe t.as "ii in mail towns in which she '■.!./ I • \<V:J interrupts them to an- • e that a telenhone rail nas come f-r She • It an offer for her to fill It 'or DAISY GI.EASON. another dancer. V 1 • ■ mi.. ed her ankle Sheila ertff ; : r| set'. •fl for JOE PARIS' office to rehear'f. A• st’i the same time two wealthv n.en TREVOR DANE sirt DK'K F : aNI.EY. are disrussing clans for the pnrfv Dane is to give that night. They r,< ed to ro to Paris' office to hire r r entertainers. : <■•. arnw while SILT, BPADY. dance Ir 'rurtor la teaching Shelia the new i- 'ne Stanley 'ees her fi.- <-r.e and la in:nreed with her skill and beautv. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER FOUR 'Continued) Dirk hold his brath. watching j Trevor's face. Was ho wing to .say ; Joe, “No. thank you, I guess the others will be all right"? Just beCf. se hr never had heard of Sheila 6) vne? Jiayne,” Joe continued, “she’s a con.' r. You can't ro wrong.” Perhaps Trevor caught the exJires: .on on Dick's facr. Trevor was skill!ul at mind reading. “Shaync? Sheila Shayne?” he ' •aid “Never heard of her, but that ‘ do' n't mean anything. Maybe we v ..'l some day. Let's talk to her.” CHAPTER FIVE |OE PARIS moved toward the ” practice rooms, followed by the other two men. “Miss Shayne Is! booked at Jackson Heights to-! night,” he said. Without preamble, Joe opened the ; door. This time there was no halting of step or cessation of the music. It was Joe, the great Paris, and welcome indeed! Joe's presence in a practice room always meant something. Sheila continued wit It the difficult routine. She was dancing beautifully. Her eyes met Dick Stanley’s as, without stopping, she glided swiftly down the room. She smiled guardedly, a trifle mischievously. So he was a friend of Joe’s! Maybe he had brought Joe back. Maybe he was a producer! She decided against this almost Immediately, topping energetically, skimming like a bird across the room, breaking into kicks, tapping again. It wasn't that the newcomer was too young to be a producer! They could be as young as they pleased, provided they had money. This young man was too interested in the things about him. He didn't look bored. And a producer has to learn very early to look bored and unimpressed if he doesn’t want to be besieged by would-be hangers-on at every turn. Sheila didn’t think the other man was a producer, either. Had he been filling the cast of a show he would have watched her for a few minutes and then disappeared. Instead, he was talking to Joe and beckoning to Bill Brady. It was clear, however, that Sheila was the subject of the conversation. Tapping, whirling, twirling like a flower in a brisk wind, she smiled gently, eyes on the ceiling, Vid danced on. ’ “This girl's a real dancer,” Bill began affably. And again Sheila smiled. Not five minutes before, when she muffed a turn, Bill had called her hopeless. Five minutes more and he would make her the world’s leading tianseuse. That was show business for you. Timmy reached the end of the theme and Began again, but Bill cut In briskly. “That’s all, Tim. You, Shayne—come here!” a a a SHE was going to meet Joe Paris! He had noticed her! Equally marvelous, she was going to meet this boy who had been watching her. She must look a sight now, her hair every which way, her face beaming. With a crumpled little handkerchief, sheila attempted to repair the ravages of the last two hours. What a moment to come face to face with any young man! “Well, if he liked me this way, he'll like me dressed up. That's one comfort,” she thought despair- | lngly. Oddly it did not occur to her to 1 wonder if Joe Paris liked her—Joe, [whose approbation could mean in|*tant recognition. Bill was beaming at her as I ihougli she were one of his own I prize pupils and drew her into the ■circle. 1 "Miss Shayne, Joe. Miss Shayne, mlr. Lane, and —er, your friend 11 here —I didn't catch the name? i*)h, yes. Stanley! Mr. Stanley, pßheila.” Bill's voice was imporimfc. His eyes were on Joe Paris’ . .iirtv 'I “Shayne,” repeated Joe meditatively, acknowledging the girl’s bow a curt nod. “Shayne. You're Balmily Desmond's daughter, aren't PBu? How come you changed your Mmp?” ||fri —I wanted to make good on nS own, Mr. Paris.” Her voice was j MHnibling. “I didn't want managers j Hpdre me or agents to book me on! parents’ account. / pou see. if I get anywhere I want j be because I am a dancer, not j |Muse my mother and father i Sane big man noddl'd approvingly. : ppjjfil that doesn't keep you from! Hunting Johnny’s spunk,” he said “And you can dance; gSrght. You're good!” gßSsood! You can dance all right." words as those from Joe Paris! ggnßie troubled to praise a routine .leant something. Always conISK9atr. always helpful to an actor igSauble or a down-and-outer, Joe H • scattered undue praise. jR le kindest thing,” he would refirmly and frequently, “the fljl st thing you can do for some *m is to send them back to the ind-dime stores. But if they $ x)d, tell them so!” a a a L glowed at the tribute. “Mr. SUM Lane here.” he said, indicat-

ing that gentleman, “is looking for talent.” Shelia’s eyes widened expectantly. “ —For a party he's giving this evening.” The girl’s face fell. “We thought perhaps you’d dance for him.” Joe Paris added. "Just a number or two. I know you're booked with Roscoe Moody in Gleason's place—” Sheila showed her surprise. So Joe Paris knew that! That he had known her father did not seem so unusual as did this exicting bit 01 news. “We are playing Jackson Heights,” Sheila murmured in confusion. "I've been resting lately. I’m—well, pretty stiff.” Joe grinned broadly. If he thought sore muscles a joke, Sheila decided, it must be cause he had never experienced them. Or, had he? “Mm,” Joe said, while Bill stood by attentively and the others remained silent. “Jackson Heights. That's Bailey's theater? Well—you could make it in a taxi. After the show. Just a number or so. Is that right, Lane? Or a song.” Bill leaned forward confidentially, though his lowered voice reached and was meant to reach every corner in the room. ‘‘Shayne puts over a song number in great style.” Dick Stanley's pleading eyes met (he girl’s for an instant as she wavered. “I would like to accommodate you,” she began, then added hastily, “but I haven’t been dancing. I'll be awfully tried, I’m afraid —” “You seem in excellent practice,” Trevor Lane began politely. “It’s not that!” Sheila flushed. “I may lie too stiff by that time to dance well. Maybe you’ve ridden horseback —and know how difficult it is?” She laughed ruefully. “Perhaps some other time!” a a a HER heart was pounding, saying loudly. “You little fool! Why are you refusing? Mr. Stanley will be there! You'll see him. Maybe he will take you home. Tell him you'll be glad to fill in.” “We pay 50—” “Seventy-five!” announced Dick briskly, slyly nudging Trevor. “And,” grinning boyishly, “w r e guarantee you an awfully good time. For you’ll stay for the party, of course?” This, she knew, was irregular. Unbusinesslike. They got things from you they didn't pay for—extra songs, maybe dances, even a lesson or so. The men gathered around, considering a chorous girl fair prey. The girls snubbed you if you were good-looking, or if you were clever they said catty things. No, the wisest thing was to keep away. Still $75 is s7s—a full wardrobe with careful buying! Anew evening gown, new’ hat, new suit, shoes! But why put herself at a disadvantage? Why appear beside society girls, wealthy young women of this man’s own set, with the comparison all in their favor? Meticulously groomed, born to luxury ante ease, never a worry or thought for tomorrow. “I'm sorry. I'd love to some other time. It’s awfully nice of you to ask me.” “Some other time, then, Trevor Lane said simply. He did not appear even vaguely disturbed. Dick Stanley looked crestfallen. Joe Paris regarded her doubtfully and Bill glared. “Can’t I persuade you?” Dick asked in a low tone as ' the others moved away. “No, really I can’t do it. Not tonight.” “Suppose I leave the telephone number with the girl? Will you use it if you change your mind?” She shook her head. “No. Well, maybe. Yes, leave it. But don’t be disappointed—” “Please change your mind. I’ll expect to hear from you.” why hadn’t he asked for her telephone number, Sheila wondered as he disappeared in the direction of the others. Didn't he,know she had burned the bridges? That she couldn’t telephone him now? He thought he could find her in the telephone book, perhaps. As if she could afford her own apartment in these days! Sheila sighed. An opportunity had vanished. But work remained. Doggedly she went into the routine, her clicking heels beating out the rhythm as faithful Timmy played. CHAPTER SIX THE ride to Jackson Heights in the subway was tiresome. Sheila had practiced all day, hardly stopping for lunch, her muscles becoming more painful as the hours progressed. She knew that a dancer already known as a success never would have consented to fill in this way after weeks without practice. Os course there were few dance instructors like Brady. This Sheila understood. Brady had been patient and she had intelligence and talent, but no one, not even Brady, could turn out a really finished number in so short a time. Next week some time—Bill had been rather vague about it—there would be another lesson. Three routines for SSO was his price and Roscoe probably had not overpaid him for rushing Sheila through the paces. Her muscles did ache fearfully. If she had had the money to spare, Sheila would have taken a cab. She did not have the money and her little overnight bag. with makeup and a book to read during waits, stood at her feet in the subway car where fare was only a nickel. "Maybe I should have gone to Mr. Lane’s party after all,” Sheila thought ruefully. “Seventy-five dollars Is a lot of money. And he said I could sing—” But she had not telephoned the number Dick Stanley had left for her. Neither had he called back to remind her that the opportunity still was open. He might have done that. She hardly had expected it —yet was disappointed because he didn’t.

(To Be Continued)

OUR BOARDING HOUSE

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WASHINGTON TUBBS II

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TARZAN THE UNTAMED

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