Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 231, Indianapolis, Marion County, 4 February 1933 — Page 11

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begin here todat SHETLA BHAYNE. dr ter. is <l!*rhurgert from new pUv because MARION RANDOLPH the s**r. is Jealous of her. gheila f.'-arche*- for work and flnallv secure* * p*rt in * musical show soon to o on tonDICK STANLEY rich and socUilv prominent ass* her lo marry him. but Hhetla re; .se* Her Idea of mamas'- is * home in a itt.r town far from Broadwav The romoanv denar-s on 1* tour and In a little mid western citv Sheila meets •IERRY WYMAN. He seems to be a hard working young man with little monev Hhetla is not aware shat Jerry father owns the factors where he w irk Jerry ' i attentive nad She..a fa.is in loie with him After she leaves, hosier. Jerry's affection seems to cool He writes infrequently snd this makes Sheila unhappy. Rack In New York again she gets a Job In a nignt club Weeks pas and then one night while dancing the see* Jerry sitting a' a table NOW GO ON WITH THE *TOKY CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT 'Continued) “Maybe it's because you miss Dora,” Sheila said sympathetically. The master of ceremonies was announcing them. The orchestra be■fcan their number and the spotlight flung itself across the floor. Sheila and Ted stood in position at the entrance. They waited a moment. Then two running steps forward and they were off. It was not until the dance had ended and they were bowing to the applause that Sheila noticed a young nan seated at. a nearby table. It was Jerry Wyman. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE JERRY, wearing a dinner coat, looking assured and elegant, sat at a table close to the square cleared for the dancers. At his side was a young girl in a frothy yellow dress. Avery pretty girl. Sheila scarcely could believe her eyes. Jerry here in New York! He knew her address, yet he had not tried to reach her. Os course he had no way of knowing that she would be dancing at this club. She tried to think. Had Jerry recognized her? There was no time to speculate. The master of ceremonies was nodding to the orchestra, raising one hand to qui"t the applause. Again the spotlight crossed the fcoor to find Ted and Sheila. Again they were dancing. The encore was an Apache number, requiring only the swiftest, changes of costume. Ted had caught up a hat and Sheila a handkerchief which she tied about her waist. They circled the floor in perfect unison. Ted bent over Sheila menacing, but without touching her. Sheila evaded gracefully. Suddenly Ted seized her, swung her roughly this way and that. She slid across the floor, crumpled easily and waited. He caught her up again and they danced together. She sw'ayed past the table where -Jerry sat, paused, could have touched him. but did not meet his eyes. Did he recognize her? Only w ? hen at last the dance w'as ended and she and Ted ran forward to receive the burst of applause was Sheila sure that Jerry knew her. She sat at one of the tables, Ted Rodney opposite. Now the men and women who had been watching them were dancing. She saw Jerry excuse himself from the others at his table. He was making his w r ay across the room toward her. "But I did call you,” he was insisting a few minutes later. “I called the minute I got in. They told me you were dancing here and that’s why we came.” "Who is we’?” * "My sisters and my brother-in-law.” He explained that Marcia, the older of his tw'o sisters, was married and the other man in the party w'as her husband. The girl in yellow was his sister. Jean. Jerry added that he had rearranged their plans for the evening. insisting that they should come to the Club Volens to see Sheila dance. The situation was aw'kward. Then Ted Rodney saved the day. "Won’t you sit dowm?” he said to Jerry. A few minutes later Ted drifted Away. He and Sheila had danced their last number for that evening. u a tt THE girl looked across at Jerry. He had come to New' York wit limit w riting to her. This was the trip that had been planned so that he might see her. yet here he w as with a group of friends, talking to her only because chance had brought them together. She could not believe that he had telephoned. ’ I rion’i want to keep you from s’our friends." Sheila said, hnlfnsing to end the conversation. Jerri 1 rose. too. and stood beside her. He seemed relieved. Wasn't he going to introduce her to his sisters? Apparently he was not. "It's been fcreat to see you again. Sheila." he said. "I'll call you tomorrow. What time?" She told him any time in the ‘morning would do. As she watched him rejoin his party, she was sure that he would not call. Well, she would save her face there. She would not be at home to miss the call! Hurrying to the dressing room Sheila slipped a nickel in the coin telephone and gave the Sampers’ number. Tillie Samper said cheerily that asked shakily. "May I come up and stay all night? Something has happened. Oh, no—it isn’t serious! 3 just don't want to be alone.” Tilie Samper said cheerily that they would be glad to have her. Was she afraid to come to the .Heights alone? If so, one of them would be glad to call for her. "I'll take a taxi,” Sheila said wearily. "I'm all in. anyhow.” Two hours later she was crying herself to sleep in Tillie s bed. "Why don't you stay here all the time. Sheila?" the sisters suggested. The suggestion seemed a good one. The following Saturday Sheila moved her trunk to the Samper apartment. B B B JERRY telephoned to Ma Lowell's rooming house twice. The sec-

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■ ond time Sheila was there and talked to him. No. she said, she wasn’t angry. She had engagements, that was all. He should have let her know when he was coming. "You are being silly,” Jerry told her. laughing. It was not a serious matter to him. "Why not have dinner with me tonight?" "You mean with you and your sisters?” Hardly! How on earth could we talk with them around?” "When am I going to meet them?’ she asked in a voice she scarcely recognized as her own. "I don't know. Do you really want to?” "Os course.” "Well, then I'll fix it up some time, but that's not the point. I want to know if you're dining with me tonight?” "Call me at 6,” Sheila told him. At 5:30 she slipped into a movie theater, feeling very forlorn indeed. Thus she missed Jerry's call and wept because she missed it. Sheila found that living with the Sampers was pleasant. The girls’ father and mother were oldfashioned parents. They had lived in the same spacious apartment for years. Mr. Samper at one time had had holdings of considerable value on New York's lower east side. Recently these had shrunk. He had retired and with the salary the girls earned the family lived as comfortably as before. None of the sisters was beautiful. but all were attractive. They had found themselves on the stage by unusual circumstances. Tillie, Clara and Evelyn, riding together on a Fifth avenue bus and thinking themselves the only passengers, had been crooning together, blending their voices in close harmony. It happened that Jake Tolman, a theatrical agent, sitting a few seats behind, heard them. It was not until the bus had reached Washington Heights that he had convinced them he was not a masher, bent on a cheap flirtation. BUB EVEN then they declined to give him their names. Cautiously he followed to their address, learned their name and eventually won Mrs. Samper’s favor. He promised that if the girls would let him act as their agent, they could go on the stage as headliners. They never would have to begin on a lower rung of the ladder. They appeared on Broadway first in a musical show, a fast moving, nautical place in which they were an instant hit. Mother Samper, in a hired car, escorted them to and from the theater. Thus they seldom met other stage folk. The five girls crooned in close harmony, but only four signed with Jake. This left the fifth for fill-in dates. Any one of the girls could take a night off without even asking permission. The fifth took her place and no one could tell the difference. Sheila roomed with Eve, the youngest and prettiest Samper. She liked the neighborhood, the friendliness, and the homelike atmosphere in which she found herself. Jim Blaine, back in town, came to see Sheila and after that dropped in frequently. "I believe he likes Tillie,” Eve confided. Jim admitted as much to Sheila. He told her that he had asked Tillie to marry him and she had agreed. The other four girls would carry on in the show w'hile Jim took his bride on a honeymoon. Sheila drove with Jim and Tillie to the city hall for the marriage license. "We’re going to have a real home, too,” Jim told her. (To Be Continued)

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Now the huge bull ape that had replied to the distant call leaped from the inner circle to dance alone. Growling and barking, he crouched and leaped again and again. Then he stopped to raise his hideous face to Goro, the moon.

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Beating his shaggy breast,, he uttered a piercing scream. It was the challenge of the bull ape —had the girl but known it! Standing in the full glare of the moon, he was a picture of primitive power and savagery.

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A moment he remained motionless. Suddenly, from close behind her, the girl heard an answering scream. An instant later she saw an almost naked white man drop from a nearby tree into the clearing. At once the apes became a roaring, snarling pack.

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What mad-man was this who dared approach the frightful and now obviously angry creatures in their own haunts, alone against fifty? Bhe saw the brown-skinned figure, bathed in moonlight, walk straight toward the anarling pack I

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