Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 212, Indianapolis, Marion County, 13 January 1933 — Page 21

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begin here today RJTETLA SHAYNE. who'P parents Jeil-known vaudeville entertainers, is in New York lookinK for a job. Sheila is a dancer. After much discouragement she Vs hired to substitute for DAISY GLEASON. another dancer, who has sprained . While rehearsing at JOE PARTS’ son* . ahop Sheila meets TREVOR LANE and pirK STANLEY, rich and racially prominent, . Dick urces Lane to include Sheila >ti the proirmm of entertainment at a Party he is Riving. She refuses, knowing she will be too • tired after a day of rehearsing and the Performance that night However, Dick comes to the theater Jater and peril! ac'fs her to come. She finds herself becoming interested In Dirk though she is wcli aware that this ) foolish NOW GO ON WITH Tm; STORY CHAPTER NINE (Continued) How different from the room in which they now stood! And how different, Timmy looked in his tuxedo! “A fine, upstanding figure of a man,” as Ma always said, with a sigh for Timmy's sightless eyes. ‘‘That's fine. Yes, of course I’ll sing. Maybe one or two of Timmy’s own songs.” ‘‘Great. Perhaps you’ll want to primp a bit—you look most charming, but nearly every one does—before facing the battery.” He directed a servant to show Miss Shayne the dressing room from which she could emerge near the piano and save an embarrassing walk through the glittering rooms. tt tt a SMILING Sheila turned from Dick. To be sure this was what >he had come for. She was an •entertainer. It was true that Dick !had called for her at the theater, but very likely he was as glad now of the opportunity to escape Per. If after she sang he did not join her— But Dick was still at her side when she reached the dressing room door. ‘You aren't nervous?” he asked. "Nervous?” Sheila’s low laughter rang out. She was exultant again. "Oh, but you forget that I practically was born on the stage. 3 m more nervous talking to you ithan singing to a crowd.” "Then you’re in for a lot of Nervousness tonight,” Dick laughed. „*Tm going to talk to you a lot. That’s a threat!” Two girls on a nearby divan •spied Dick then and hailed him. Bowing to Sheila, he was gone. CHAPTER TEN SHEILA and Blind Timmy took their places at the piano. There w r as an expectant hush over the room and then Timmy struck the opening chords of Joe Paris’ most recent hit. Sheila sang a verse and then the chorus. There was a patter of applause as she finished. She sang n second song—this time one of Timmy’s own, as she was careful to announce. She sang with real feeling now, half dancing as she swayed to the rhythm. Sheila had an individual manner of singing, a manner all her own, so closely bound up with her dancing that the two rarely were separated. Applause boomed out after the last note. Flushed with delight, the girl bowed and finally, although the applause continued, she took her place among the other guests. Dick moved to her side immediately. "That was great!” he told her, beaming with pride. "Say, they Were right when they said you could put over a song number. And how!” "Thank you,’’ Sheila told him gratefully. * She knew she could dance, but about her singing she wasn’t certain, Sheila called it "faked singing.” Her voice, she felt, wasn’t a good voice at all; She carried a song solely through personality. Cliff Gunther, the latest radio hit, sang next, waving congratulations away with an easy smile. Then the dancing resumed and in .Dick’s arms Sheila circled the room. "Isn’t Frances dancing?” she ’asked as a searching glance failed •to find the other girl among the guests.- ! "Miss Barton?’’ Dick’s voice 'Was indifference itself. “Oh, she’s (gone. She just came to perform, you know.” His tone was easy, but it implied. "We didn’t, ask her to remain. Now you are different; you are our guest.” There followed a silence. Then Dick said. "See that chap over there? The one talking to the girl in white? That’s Gordon Mandrake, the producer. 1 want you to meet him. It may do you some good sometime. Never can tell. And there’s Tom Chadwick, polo player. Westbury, Long Island. He’s a fine fellow. Scott Tracy, the playwright, Is there beside him.” "I see Clayton Knight, too,” remarked Sheila demurely, not without mischief. Clayton Knight was the mast popular leading man of the season. “I’ll say you do!” Dick's smile was wry. "What woman doesn't?” a a a MONA DEANE trailing in almost as the party ended. Wasn’t she playing in a Broadway show’? Yes, of course. Mona had looked in on two parties since 11 o'clock, she announced gavly. She wouldn’t say where. But she had "depended on Trev” for the real enjoyment of the evening, she said. Mona was tiny, blond, sparkling. Sheila could see that she and Trevor Lane were good friends—old friends, it seemed. They ioked and teased each other and finally made a lunch engagement for the foi.owing day. "That's a date.” her hast said warningly. “I’ll expect, you to keep it.” "That's a date.” Mona agreed solemnly, eyes twinkling. It was explained to Sheila that Mona never made a lunch date with any one except Trevor Lane. No, they weren't engaged. Still, they were very friendly. There were rumors and no one would be greatly surprised jto hear of an engagement. And then as Mona trailed her lovely, luxurious way out. Dick once more sought out Sheila. Half a dozen youths had been doing their best to entertain her.

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It was pleasant to see Dick’s smiling face once more, still more pleasant to see the youthful swains dissolve at his approach as though they considered themselves interlopers. Two girls looked after him in mock annoyance. "Those are Trevor’s cousins—years younger than they look, if that is possible.” Dick explained. They are boarding school girls, but wouldn't you think them just out of the chorus? Though you never can tell these days—” Instantly he bit his lip—stopped short and flushed painfully. "Oh, gosh, what a thing to say. ’i didn't mean that. Really—” "I am not a chorus girl,” Sheila said coldly, her eyes half lowered. "Sheila, please—” a an THE agony in his voice was obvious. If she had felt any hurt or any retaliating desire to hurt, it faded. “I know what you meant,” she said, trying to laugh, but flushing, too. “Those girls, of ocurse, are from good families, but they do look cheap and common in such low cut dresses. And they’re wearing too much makeup. "No chorus girl would attend a party looking like that,” she went on, trying to hide her discomposure. "They wouldn’t dare! Stage women—l’m a stage woman, Dick, in case you are interested as to how I catalog myself—have to be so careful to live down the reputation that’s been given to them. "Whenever a newspaper prints any scandal, if the girl ever has been connected with the stage i* any way the headlines shriek the words ‘chorus girl’ or ’actress.’ "Asa matter of fact many stage women leave off makeup entirely on the street or at parties. We have to be extremely careful in' our dress, our behavior, our conversation and our love affairs or we are misunderstood.” "But not by the people who really matter,” Dick said quickly. He was wondering if this girl had been made to suffer because of her calling. "Every one matters!* Every adverse criticism mounts up and comes home to roost. In the theater just as in politick one can’t be too careful.” "In that case,” Dick announced, “I'm out of politics.” Sheila smiled. "Don't laugh at me. I was just warming up to my subject. Do you remember Alice Grady, the screen actress? She used to listen when the office boys or stenographers got together at the studio and when they made any criticisms of her work she could consider the change their conversation suggested. "She said they formed a part of her audience and they' counted. She would drive around to half a dozen theaters some nights to try to find out what people really thought of her acting. “She spent days—literally days—correcting the way she walked because she heard two women call it ‘dreadful’.”. Suddenly Sheila’s mood changed. She looked up smiling. "And now, brethren, here endeth the first lesson ! ” "I’m sorry, honey. I didn't know'. Do forgive me,” Dick whispered. nan SHEILA turned dancing eyes upon him. "Mr. Stanley, since lam a stage woman and not a society girl, don’t you think Miss Shayne would be better, for the first twentyfour hours, at least?” “May I choose what I call you the following tw’enty-four?” His tone was low, meaningful. “I still shall be a stage woman.” “You needn’t be—always.” Sheila's eyes narrowed slightly, but she shrugged her shoulders and smiled. “You work rather fast, don’t you?” “I have to. I'm not the only man in the world w’ith excellent taste.” "Don't you mean perfect taste?” He bowed amused. ‘‘l mean that, of course.” "We'll see what you mean.” The party was nearing a close. Trevor’s cousins, wearing an amazing amount of ermine and with callow escorts, left giggling and gleeful. They were going to some club, they said. Blind Timmy had disappeared. “I’ll take you home, of course,” Dick said, as Sheila looked about her. "However, I've a few more duties as host. Can you waif?” Presently the last of the laughing crow'd had departed and Sheila and Dick made their w r ay to his car. "Think over what I’ve said,” Dick told her. as he drew the roadster up before her door. "You’re going to let me see you sometimes, aren’t you?” “Os course.” He waited until a tiny light in the hall was extinguished. Sheila as the last one in (according to a sign hung on the chandelier—was to leave the hall in darkness. Dick Stanley smiled to himself. Then he said. “Oh, damn!” fumbled for a cigaret, lighted it and was off. (To Be Continued) COMMITTEE CHAIRMAN OF C. OF C. NAMED Dick Miller Appointed as Head of Insurance Group. Dick Miller. City Securities Company. has been named chairman of the Chamber of Commerce insurance committee by President Louis J. Borinstein. Edwin H. Forry was named vice-chairman. Other committee chairmen announced today by Borinstein include R. C. Rottger, Indiana Bell Telephone Company vice-president, military affairs committee; J. W. Korn, Eli Lilly & Cos., traffic manager, freight and traffic committee, and Joe Rand Beckett, aviation committee. Vice-chairmen named include Neal Grider, military affairs; M. D. Lupton, freight and traffic, and N. H. Gilman, aviation.

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