Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 242, Indianapolis, Marion County, 17 February 1933 — Page 18

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BEC.JN HERE TOT) A V RHEILA BHAYNE. rianr*r. refuse* to Wurr DICK STASIXy son nf <>eUhv fiai it*. who i* tn N>w York mins so earn to r:'e n.m* Sheila a idea of married* Ip a cozv l'ttle home far from Broaaaav Although he ha? aoent mo** of her life on the * ! ae he nul<l be glad to leaie the theater. On a road shour tour ahe ir.pf'? JERRY WYMAN. Jerrv is attentive and sh -sia fall* ;n love -A.'h i in. Khe thtrnt.s he |p a hard-working voung man with I'.ttle money and does not know his lather cans the fartorv where Jerrv forks Soon his affection seems to coo! and he writes infrequentlv. Sheila returns te. New York and a few months later loins another road company. this time a tie featured principal. Thev nlav in Jerrv r, home town, but she see- h. n onlv once After that she has no word from him nn'il the tour nut-- and 'he company returns to New York There she learns from her friend .lAPPY a rhr.ru- girl tl at Jerrv has married a girl in his home town Sheila is trio unhappy to !nok for another loh until her money is almost gone Then she is hired as a dancer tn a night club Aft"r two weeks she Is ou of work again. She pr‘- a lob a? a model at HENRIS farhicnable shop and on her first day thera -ers DOROTHY TREVOR youthful rousln of Dirk Stanley Dorothy ins’. es Sheila to lunch with her NOW C.O ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER FORTY (Continued.) Sheila s eves filled with dismay. She heard Gordon answering agreeing and then the door closed again. “But I’ve a date!” Sheila protested. “What shall I do?" Gordon's eyebrows rose. “You want to keep your job, don’t you? Thm you'd better do as Henri says." Sheila said nothing more. She finishing dressing and Gordon, bustling through the door carrying a frock, cheerily assured that Miss Shayne would be ready in a moment. “Come along with her," the des gner said. "I want you there, too. to talk about the showing this afternoon.” Tea hour on Friday was always an event at Henri's. Customeis gathered to see the newest imports, as well as Henri's own designs. The mannequins understood that they were to look thejr best on Fridays. The week was behind them. They might be weary but the next day war, Saturday and no one shopped at Henris on Saturday. The fashionable women who bought their gowns there were to be found at their homes in Westchester or on Long Island or at any number of exclusive resorts. On Saturdays the mannequins appeared as usual at the shop, but tHoy seldom were asked to display a frock. “If Henri wants to see you the models told Sheila, "it means you’ve made a hit with him. You're in luck, my dear!” Mrs. Gordon interrupted. “All right, Sheila. That's your name, isn’t it? We’d better go now. I think Henri wants you to wear one of the bridal costumes this afternoon." 000 AS the two moved down the cor- . ridor toward Henri's private otTire. Sheila saw Dorothy Trevor waiting. “Was your date with Miss Trevor?” Gordon asked. “Glory be, Henri’d be furious! You can't hobnob with the customers outside the shop, it’s against the rules. “Too much danger of spilling trade secrets. You'd better send Miss Trevor a note and tell her you are in a conference.” Gordon reached into the pocket of her gray uniform and produced a pencil and pad. Sheila wrote a few hurried words and dispatched the folded note by a messenger boy, who returned with a card on which Dorothy had inscribed a telephone number and the words, “Call me tonight.” Sheila decided that she would call. There could be no harm in that, purely. Dorothy was a nice kid and friendly. Besides, she .was Dick's cousin. As Gordon had surmised. Henri had plans for showing the new wedding gowns. They were all imports from Paris and Henri said the bride's dress was exactly the type Sheila could wear better than any of the other girls. There was another gown for the maid of honor and one for the bridesmaid. Henri had decided which of the mannequins should wear each dress. “But what am I to do?" Sheila asked anxiously. "I don't know anything about modeling." Henri shrugged. "You are an actress, are you not? Do as I tell you and you will be all right.” Two women from the sewing room appeared carrying huge boxes which they placed on chairs and began to unpack with expressionless faces. Out of one box came a bridal robe of exquisite ivory satin. There was a lace veil of daintiest fragility to be worn with it. There was even a bridal bouquet, just arrived from a Fifth avenue away to remain in perfect c mdition florist's shop. That would be put until it was needed. 000 TyyfOVING about quickly, gostur--IVI ing impatiently. Henri explained his ideas for the afternoon's showing. The two mannequins in the pastel frocks should enter first. Then Sheila would appear alone, so that nothing could detract attention from her lovely gown. The girls were to stop, to pose so and then move on. Henri gave instructions explicitly. In spite of her disappointment at missing a chat with Dick. Sheila was interested. Henri was a marvel. One of the other models had told her in the dressing room that with a few cosmetics and two yards of satin lie could make a beauty of any woman. Now she believed it. Darting enthusiastically about as though this were the fir? f Paris shipment that had ever reached the shop. Henri made certain every detail was exactly right. Gordon merely nodded now and then. It was Henri whose artistic skill, whose shrewdness and inspirations were responsible for the reputation the shop had attained for perfect costuming. Gordon was merely a subordinate, trained to carry out instructions. Suddenly Henri paused in the midst of his discourse. He said to Sheila, "I want to know if you made a luncheon engagement with Miss Trevor. Yes? I saw

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you talking with her. Perhaps you did not know, but I do not allow my models to go about with customers. You understand?” “I had met her before," Sheila murmured. "I didn't know it was against the rules.” “But you know It now," Henri insisted. “You must not do such a thing again. You are not to meet customers outside the shop.” His voice dropped in explanation. “Pretty models interest society men. My customers naturally object. Also, quite naturally, they will censure me. They will take their patronage elsewhere. You must, obey. It is our rule.” “She won't do it again,” Gordon put in hastily. She smiled reassuringly at the girl. “And of course she has her own circle of friends. Except in the store she won't breathe a word to Miss Trevor. will you. Sheila?” “Certainly not if that is the rule.” tt a a OF course," Henri reflected, “Miss Trevor has no husband, no brother or fiance. Still, a rule is a rule and we will not change it. Be charming to her here in the store. The more interested she becomes in you and what you are wearing, the more she will buy. “Miss Trevor is an excellent customer. It would never do to offend her. But be careful. If you visit her, sooner or later something will happen and you will see that she is jealous. Understand?" "I understand.” Sheila agreed. Privately she had no such fancies regarding Dorothy Trevor. She doubted very much if the girl possibly could regard her as a ! rival. She knew that Dorothy’s interest in her arose from the fact that Sheila represented a world so unlike that in which the wealthy girl had always lived. She knew Dorothy considered her anew interest, someone who was amusing for a while and who later doubtless would bo dropped. Dorothy had hinted that she would like a job at Henri's as a model. Later probably she would plead with Sheila to help her secure a chance to go on the stage. To lunch with this unspoiled daughter of millions would have amused Sheila as well as the other girl. But if it w'as forbidden that was that! Sheila needed the SSO weekly that Henri would pay her. She /would obey his rules. Soon in the excitement of getting ready for the afternoon she had forgotten all about the incident. Sheila dressed in the beautiful French bridal gown, saw herself in the long mirrors and hardly recognized the radiant vision as herself. She followed the other girls Into the luxuriously furnished outer salon. She passed in review before the men and women sitting there, was aware of their eyes fastened on her, curiously, critically. It was a little like a first night performance and yet so different. Presently Sheila was back in the dressing room, changing to another gown. Gordon told her she had done very well. And then at last the afternoon was over. Sheila got into her own dress and hat. She left the shop by the employes’ entrance. There at the curb stood a huge limousine. Dorothy Trevor's face peered out at Sheila, her voice called out fn greeting. And then she saw Dick. He was stepping to the curb, holding the door of the car open. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE Dorothy called gayly, “Look here, Sheila, are you trying to high-hat us? Well, you can't! What was the idea, anyhow, of sending a message you couldn't go to lunch with us? Jump in and we'll take you nome.” “You don’t think I enjoy lunching alone with this dangerous female. do you?” Dick acked reprovingly, with a playful glance at his cousin. "Her appetite is unbelievable!” Sheila looked at them in dismay. What if Henri should see her? What if one of the other models should report that Sheila had been seen with Miss Trevor again? Yet she hardly could tell Dorothy and Dick that she had been forbidden to accept their invitations. "Come on, Sheila! We'll take a drive and have dinner later,” Dorothy said, beaming. "Dick's knocked off work for the day and that’s something to celebrate.” “I'm sorry,” Sheila stammered, “I can't. Really. I have tc hurry home. They're expecting me.” "Well, then.” said Dick, “we'll take you there. Dorothy's made up her mind you’re coming with us and when Dorothy decides anything it’s settled. You might as well come. We seem to be holding up traffic here.” “That doesn't bother me the least bit." retorted Dorothy. "You know that, Dick. I simply want to talk to Sheila. Please. Miss Shayne! If you do. I promise to come back tomorrow and buy six frocks from Henri. "I'll tell him I did it because of you, too. That should put you in his good graces." There was no help for it. Sheila would have to get in the car. "I'll have to go home.” she said, glancing swiftly about. There was no one in sight. “If you will drive me there, it will be awfully kind." 000 SEATED in the tonneau of the huge car. she breathed more freely. It was ridiculous to make so much ado about a simple thing like this. Surely it should not be forbidden to drive home with a friend when declining might easily bring Henri loss of trade! “Now isn't this better than the subway or bus?” asked Dorothy ingenuously. “I've only been in the subway once, and then it wasn't rush hour. It must be terribly funny to be pushed and shoved about the way the papers say you are.” (To Be Continued!

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TARZAN THE UNTAMED

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