Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 224, Indianapolis, Marion County, 27 January 1933 — Page 35

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nrr;?N mar tod*t RHKII.A SHAYNE <!anr<>r, i d!*<“harK>fl from * nfw plav b*rt;* Marion Randolph, th* t*r, 1* 1-aloii* of hr. Shall* ***rrbs lor ork od finally *rcurf* a part, in a musical ahn oon to go on tour. DTCY STANLEY, rich and aocltllv P’nminrnt, a na h*r to fiv* up thi* too *nd marrv him. but Shtnia rajir-a* Hr Jdaa of marriaga i* a homa in torn* litt’.a town far from Broadway. Shatia ! friendly with JIM BLAINE, anothar ar'or in tha company from which aha u d;chargari Whan J;m nfTrnri* Mas Randioph quit# unintantionallv ha ask* CRAIO ABBOT!, who Is backing lha show financially, to diatharga Jim Abbott t;rd of Marlon and har dinand,*. goa* to t Jim and through him aacura* in introduction to Shell*. A few days later Jim can* Shall* and tali* har Marton ;* out of tha show. Abbott anri< Rhatla a huga basket of rad geranium* Ha taka* her to tea that aflamoon and offer* har the part Marlon had Rhatla saw* she doaa not want It. Than Abbott a*k* har to marrv him. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE ( Continued i “Aren't you making a mistake?” she said siowly. "You see, I know that Marion didn’t leave because she received a screen offer. Equity wouldn’t let her do such a thing and Equity wouldn’t let you dismiss her either. You must have come to en arrangement ” "Highly agreeable to both of us,” supplemented Abbott. He did not look at the girl. ■ You needn’t worry about that, 1 Sheila," he went, on. "Your contract, will he secure enough. Do you want the part?” Sheila was smiling. “You sent me red geraniums, didn’t you?” she asked. "And you know what they ; mean to me. The home I wantj some day. You know I love the I road. This other show means the ; road. It. means life in small towns: where the homes are real homes. Those flowers only served to I strengthen my purpose.” She laughed a trifle shakily. “If you really wanted me to stay on Broadway and play that part, you shouldn’t have sent them. They mean too much to me.” "Kindly omit geraniums,” Abbott said soberly. "I fnean—” “I know what you mean.” His eyes, regarding her steadily, grew serious. "And you know what I mean. Or I hope you do!” His voice lowered. “Ever since I saw you in that.ltalian garden, I’ve been planning this. I’m a small town boy, really, with more money than is good for me. I haven't. Jjeen very careful about what I did with it, hut it’s stayed with me pretty well ” "Buying geraniums by the cartload. for example!” He moved nearer. “Here’s what I'm trying to say to you, Sheila,. Anri I mean it! Will you marry me?” CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO SHEILA almost could hear her heart beating against her breast. “You’re asking me to marry you and go back home?” she asked slowly. Craig Abbott smiled. “Home for me,” he said, “is wherever I hang my hat. I love Broadway. I’ve played up and down this street and played in luck, too. Every show I’ve been interested In j so far has made money. "Did you know ‘Lucky Lady’ was mine? It was, and it ran for! forty weeks. Now there are two i companies playing it on the road. "Your play, 'Heigh-ho,’ has been a big success. With you in the cast, It, will he even bigger.” He took Sheila's hand. “I’m through. I’m sick of late parties, sick of the life I’ve been leading, hangovers, dinners and dancing. I want a home. Every man does, I think, in his heart. Every woman, ton. i want a home, Shelia, and I want you.” Still she did not answer. "You can have any part in any show you want!” he urged. “Your name shining in electric lights! You can name your own company—be the toast of Broadway!” "You mean that you’d be willing for your wife to keep on in the theater?” Sheila asked. She was incredulous for a moment jrnd then she understood. This man was in love with what he believed would be her fame. He was the sort to sit in a theater box and beam when his sweetheart appeared from the wings, admired and desired by all but her charms reserved for him alone. He wasn’t in love with Shelia at nil, but with the fame she might win. After that fame had dimmed nnri the glamor had passed, his interest in her would fade as well. She would be like every other girl then. "I’ll make you the talk of New York,” Abbott was promising, '1 11 make you a figure in theatrical history.” "Another Duse?" “A second Pavlowa! I’ll make your name go down in history and—" "And up in electric lights." “Please, Sheila! I mean it bo — "I’m thinking,” she told him. Her cheeks were flaming and her eyes burned like dark coals. Craig Abbott loved her no more than lie loved the theater. Probably not so much. If she should accept his offer, it, would mean only that Marion Randolph had been supplanted by Sheila Shayne. There would be a wedding ring, of course. That would be the only diffennee. The girl lifted her head suddenly. “Craig,” she said, "when I marry I don't want it to be that way. I want io marry someone who loves me—not my stage career. I I guess it wouldn t work out very well for either of us." Abbott looked at her curiously. Fifteen minutes later she was saying gocd-b\ and hurrying toward the theater. n a IT was the next afternoon that Mvrt asked Sheila with careful casualness. "How's the geranium boy friend?” Sheila shrugged. “I don’t know.” she said. "I don't expect to see him soon.”

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j The following evening the "Heighi ho” company set out on its road tour. Dick Stanley accompanied Sheila to the train. As they were crossing Times square in a taxicab he said to her "You know how I feel about you, don’t you, Sheila?” "Yes, I know.” "And do you still feel the same way about this road tour? About ; living in the country and marrying one of the leading citizens?” "You know I do, Dick.” She slid one hand into his confidingly. "They say show business gets into your blood.” Her eyes took in the glittering electric signs they were passing, the stands where fruits'drinks were sold, the shop windows, the knots of men and women who would bp homesick if they found themselves five blocks away from Broadway . "Somehow I don't feel that way,” Sheila went on. She shook her head. “Show business hasn't me yet. I want a real home, Dick, and I’m going to have one.” “I wonder,” thought Dick. He wondered, too, what would be this slim girl’s reception in the world .she envied so. There* was no doubt that her beauty would receive its due of admiration. But Sheila Shayne was of the stage, born and bred. It was in her very marrow. Could such a girl make a place for herself in a small town? B B B TO be sure Sheila was far from typical of Broadway. Her hands, though nicely manicured, were not gleaming with crimson dye. Her trim little suit was simple and inconspicuous. Her face did not reflect the sophistication of the thoroughfare on which she was most at home. Dick Stanley though of small towns as he knew them. He thought of young girls, sheltered but worldly. Inexperienced, yet assured. Confident and also critical. "Just how are you going to go about all this?” he asked bluntly. Sheila laughed. “You mean how am I going to make some man marry me and give me a home? I'm not going to.” She grew wistful. “It’s just that in such an atmosphere I’m happier. I can’t explain it.” "Don’t try, dear.” How good Dick was! Sheila's heart softened as she watched him, assured and Worldly-wise, helping her from the cab, calling the porter and arranging about her baggage. He took her ticket, walked with her to the tables, and gave it to the official. Then, the red cap following, he moved with her toward the train. "I exchanged that ticket and got you a lower berth,” he expalined. "That was nice of you, but you shouldn’t have ” “Oh, surely I can do that little for you!” They were standing now at the entrance of the car. The red cap, struggling with Sheila’s bagagge, had gone inside. "Are you going to write me?” Dick asked. “Os course.” “Going to miss me?” “How could I help it?” BUB, DICK halted a train man to ask how much time remained and was told there was barely a minute. Four tiny blond chorus girls came rushing down the stairs, laughing and waving at their escorts, who had been detained by a ruthless conductor. The girls spoke to Sheila as they crowded past. The comedian appeared, a ied cap at his heels. A tall young man, pacing the platform, flacked ashes from his cigaret, preparatory to boarding the train. “The leading lady seems to be having a party,” said Dick. He and Sheila moved aside as a. gay group of men and women emerged from the train, taughing and chatting. The leading lady, in evening clothes, appeared and bade them ! farewell. "Well ” said Sheila hesitating. I It was time ot get aboard. "Well !” Dick began, and then ! his jaw squared. "Look pleasant, , please! I'm going to kiss you. And i listen, young lady, it’s not for goodby, either!” "No? For what then?” “For instance!” He gathered her, unprotesting, ! into his arms. There was a moment of tumult, unforseen, unexpected. | Dick's first kiss! Another instant ; and he was gone. As the train pulled out of Manhattan Transfer, Sheila, cozily abed, watched the lights twinkling far beyond. Apartment houses. Factories. Crowded, hurried places, as bustling as New York. But tomorrow there would be wide sweeping meadows, winding rivers, | towns twinkling past, just waking j m the early morning. Children I would be flocking to school, herded i into safety zones as the express i thundered past. Small towns with every one | knowing everybody else. Calling out ! good-mornings, "Hello. Bill," "Hello, Mary.” Family groups bidding a cousin or sister farewell. That was the world in which she | would find herself tomorrow. It was ! going to be an adventure. Sheila | sank back with a sigh. (To Be Continued) POLK MILK CO. BUYS FIVE PAK-AGE-CARS Sale of Slut* Passenger Cars at New York Show Total $59,460. Sale of five of the new Pak-Age-Cars. manufactured by the Stutz Motor Car Company, to the Polk Sanitary Milk Company after a ; period of testing over actual routes : in the city, has been announced by j Edgar S. Gorrell. Stutz president. Delivery probably will be made by March 15, Gorrell has informed Polk officials. The new Stutz product was inspected with interest at Eastern ! automobile shows. Sale of Stutz passenger models at the New York show amounted to a ! volume of $59,460. Gorrell said.

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With clinched fists Olga tried to protect herself and drive Usanga away. And as the huge native struggled to capture the girl the warrior he had kicked out of the hut made his staggering way to the hut occupied by Naratu.

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Just as Usanga roughly seized Olga again, there burst into the hut a raging demon of jealousy; Naratu had come. Kicking, scratching, biting and striking, she routed the terrified Usanga in short order. She was bent on vengeance.

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

Naratu would come bark and take out on O ga the full measure of her jea'ous hatred. They had gone but a few minutes "’hen the warrior guard returned. •'Call out now for Usanga," he sneered. “Only he can halt me, and he will not return—tonight.”

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