Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 233, Indianapolis, Marion County, 7 February 1933 — Page 13

FEB. 7, 1933

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liH'.l'- IlIRt TODAY RHEt.tA RHAYNF. dgrcr: ;<■ (tticharffM from n r.e p!v because MARIAN RAN-IXJLr-H. the rtar i- Jealous of hrr. fihrila sear .ho-, r r work and final.v stoirrs a part ;n a musical show soon to no on tour. DICK STANLEY. rich and socially mom lent, a-. r.-r to rr.arrv him. but fihatln rr.'u ;.t . Her ,dr of marriage Is a home in a little town far from Broadway The comnarv departs on the tour • • *• ~D JERt Y WYMAN. He seems to he a hard working voting man with little money Hheiia Is not aware that .lerr-.'s father r.*n the factory where he work* Jorrv Is attentive and Sheila falls in love with hirii Af"‘ r the leaves, however. Jerry • nflerf.'in terms to cool. Re write* Infrequei.:iy and this make* Sheila Unhappy. Hark <n New York *tra:n. she gets a tot) in a ingot dub. Ween pro-s and then one nign* while dancing she sees Jerry sitting at. a table He comes 'o speak to her bu* doe' not introduce her to th other* n i:s !'Br". Jerry teiit Shelia hr has tried o rs’.l her She dor not beor.e this and refuses to make an engagement with him , . - Shela is hired as the fratured principal 1n another road > ompany. The corilHsr.v r,n NOW <>o lIV WITH Till STORY. CHAPTER - THIRTY-ONE IT was several months before “Kino Prathers" played Jerry's home town. Sheila had not. written to him. but she was sure he would know of her arrival. Posters announcing that she was tlie featured member of the company had papered the town for two weeks. And so she was disappointed on reaching the. hotel to find that, among her letters, there was no message from Jerry. Perhaps he would telephone. That was more likely. She remained in her room, having lunch there, and hoping for a call, but it did not come. The “Pine Feathers” engagement In Spencer was for three nights. All that first day Sheila toyed with the Idea of telephoning Jerry. At last she took urj the directory. There was no Wyma pisted except a bicycle shop on a si P street. Certainly she could not reach Jerry there. Well, if she could not find the correct, number, she could not call him. That settlod that! “After the way I treated him last summer, of course he warn’t call me,” *hr told herself. “He’ll think that if I want to see him I’ll send some word.” Deep in her heart she knew’ this could not be true. The careless camaraderie of the theatrical w’orld did not apply to Jerry Wyman’s circle. These girls did not telephone to young men. They waited for them to call. No, Jerry was not expecting to hear from her. Then it occurred to her that she might send a telegram. She could write a discreet message and they would know' at the telegraph office where to deliver it. She considered this plan, but hesitated, hoping Jerry would come to see her. The first performance passed without word from him. Nor did he appear at the stage door later. No flowers arrived and no message. She was much surprised to find how much this depressed her. As Sheila undressed for bed that flight she tried to make excuses to herself. The excuses were unsatisfactory. and she could only hope that the next day she would hear from him. tt tt tt BUT there was no message the following day or that evening. Sheila, worrying about this, knew that her performance was not up to standard. As she bounded into the wings after her first number, graceful and light-footed, the comedian spoke to ITer. “Anything bothering you, Sheila?" he asked. Her heart sank. So It was as obvious as that! The applause which almost invariably called her back for an encore was tonight only a polite, brief pattering. Sheila shook her head. “No, I’m all right,” she said. The comedian's keen eyes showed he was not convinced. “If there is,” he told her, “you know' I’ll be glad to do anything I can—” She smiled. “Thanks. Maybe I’m a little homesick for New' York.” The juvenile appeared then at her TTNTJK AW BY BRUCi CATTON IN “Log of the Sea," Felix Riesenberg looks back at the life hei lived os o sailor before he swallowed the anchor, came ashore and became, among other things, a novelist. If you have read his “Under Sail," you don't need to >k? told that he is! one of the best living writers on j seafaring topics. Ho served his apprenticeship under sail, rounded the Hprn on a three-skysail yarder, as he proudly informs us, survived the transition to steam, and developed the ability to tell of lus experiences entertainingly. Consequently, if you like stories of the sea you are advised not to miss “Log of the Sea.” It is a collection of short sketches. Some of them are almost too light for preservation in book form, but their general level is very high. Mr. Riesenberg tells, for instance, of the old training ship St. Marys, and the way in which it turned ardent boys into competent sailors. He rambles from that to a discussion of the famous old liner St. Louis, “lucky ship" which served in vars and carried passengers ana .ght across the Atlantic for a quarter century. He tells what it is like to sail on a coasting steamer, discusses the sinking of the Vestris—remarking acidly that passengers on modern liners aren't nearly as safe as they think they are—and says that he owns a bottle of 1812 port taken from the British frigate Macedonian aj'tcr its capture by Decatur. "Rambling and informal, his book will be good fare for the great race of armchair sailors. Published by Harcourt. Brace and Cos., it costs $3.

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| elbow. “We’ll have to do something about that, Miss Shayne," he said. Within five minutes Sheila would be back on the stage dancing ; with this youth. She turned to him, determined to conquer her despondency. “Freddy—here I am keeping you waiting!" she exclaimed, then disappeared in her dressing room to return a few moments later wearj ing another costume. “Jerry'll be waiting,” she told herself all through the performance, j He ll come. I know he will!” There was still one more night , left. “Fine Feathers" was to depart I after the Saturday night show. Still Jerry did not appear. As Sheila slipped from the stage door the second night she saw Freddy Bryant and Ross, the comedian, I waiting. “Have a bite with us?” they I asked. "Oh. that will be fun!” She tried to make her voice seem eager though her heart was leaden. She knew they were doing what they could to help her and it was her duty to respond. a a tt r ATER that night she was able A. / to convince herself it was chance and not deliberate neglect that kept Jerry from telephoning or coming to see her. She decided Saturday morning, i therefore, to take affairs into her j own hands. She arose at 11 and i dressed carefully. Then she left her room, took the elevator to the street floor and, for once, entered the dining room for breakfast. It was almost deserted. The head waiter, recognizing her, rushed forward. “A nice seat near the window” he urged. The window was well above the street and Sheila nodded. She sat down, accepted the morning newspaper w’ith a smile of thanks and gave her order. It was a pleasant dining room. A pretty girl wearing a white cap and ruffled apron brought the coffee. Then a waiter served the breakfast. Under pretense of assuring himself, that everything was satisfactory the head waiter returned. “Is everything as you wish?” he asked. “I hope, Miss Shayne, you won’t mind my saying that on the stage and also off you are exquisite.” “Thank you.” He talked on eagerly then. He had three daughters, he said, all with stage-aspirations. Would Miss Shayne be kind enough to give them some advice? “Tell them,” she said, “to stay off the stage.” The waiter smiled. He was certain that she was joking. “My daughters admire you so much,” he said. "Every one does, Miss Shayne.” She saw that he really meant it. Sheila surrendered to a sudden impulse of kindness. “Would your daughters like to come to the matinee today?” she asked. “And to my dressing room afterw'ard? It would be a pleasure for me to arrange it." The man was overwhelmed. He said that it would be an enormous, never-to-be-forgotten treat for the girls. n a tt SCRIBBLING on the back of an envelope Sheila wrote an order to the box office. She handed it to the man and said, “Tell them to come to the stage door after the performance. I will speak to the doorman.” She w'ent out into the sunshine conscious of the man's gratitude. At the telegraph office she asked for a blank, sat down and considered what to write. “Playing in ‘Fine Feathers.’ Leaving tonight. Why not drop around? Sheila.” That seemed sufficient. Friendly but impersonal. “I'm not sure of the address.” she murmured to the obliging young man behind the counter. He bent his head respectfully, counted the words in the message and said. “Mr. Wyman lives in Chester square. We will telephone this message. Miss Shayne. The charge is 15 cents for telephone service.” Sheila laid a half-dollar on the counter. ‘ Where is Chester square?” she asked. “It’s a suburb fifteen miles west.” Sheila slid the coin forward. She held out her hand for the blank. “Could you—would you tell me the telephone number?” she asked. "I believe I'd rather give the message myself.” - “You'll find it in the directory. Miss Shayne. It's listed in the Chester square section, J. G. Wyman is the name.” “Thank you.” Ten minutes later she teas back in her hotel room, her heart throbbing in a tumult of excitement. Rustling the leaves of the directory. she came to the number. An instant later she heard herself in a far away voice asking for Jerry Wyman. “Mr. Jerry?" the servant at the other end of the wire repeated. “I’ll see if lie's in. Who is cahi.' <T ?” (To Be Continued) INSTALLATION PLANNED Masonic Masters and Wardens to Meet at Southport Saturday, Installation of officers for 1933 wi.l be the feature of a meeting of the Actual Masters and Wardens’ Association of Marion Countv, *at Southport Lodge No. 270. F. & A. -M.. Saturday night. Charles Van Meter, retiring president and a past master of Broad Ripple Lodge No. 643. will have charge. New officers are: president, George Van Cleave, master of Capital City Lodge No. 312; first vicepresident, John L. Reagan, master of Bridgeport Lodge No. 162; second vice-president, Harry Epplv, senior warden of Brookside Lodge No. 720, and secretary-treasurer, W. P. Boemler, past master of Logan Lodge No. 575.

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"I am Go-lat, King of the Apes,” screamed the huge bull. "I kill! I kill!" and with a sullen roar he charged the Tarmangani. The girl watched, terrified. In another instant that perwould be ripped to shreds.

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