Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 243, Indianapolis, Marion County, 18 February 1933 — Page 11

FEB. 18, 1933.

BEGIN lIFRI TODAY SHEILA BHAYNE, dancer, refuse* to ir.ijrry DICK STANLEY, son of wealthy Baier.U, wno ;s in New York trying to learn to write play*. Shelia's idea of marriage Ls a Cray little borne far from Broadway. Although she has epere most of her nfe on the a age. .;*he wouid be glad to lea.e the th< .!ti-,~ fcnetla joins a road show company and in a mai midwre,stern city she meets JERRY WYMAN. Jerry is attentive and Bhe!!n falls in love with him. n his aflec'ion seems to cool and he Writes infrequently. Sheila return-- to New York and a lew months la-ir joins another road company, th.s time as featured principal. The st ow plays in Jerry's home to n, but Sheila sees him only once. After that she lias no word from him. The tour comes to an end Then fineda learns tha' Jerry ha.s married a Kiri tri hi home town. She tries unsuccessfully to get a part In another plav. When her money Is almost gone she l; hired as a model at HENRIS fashionable shop There she ace DOROTHY THEVOR. Dick Stanley s cousin. Dorothy Invites her to lunch, but Henri tel! Sheila the models are not al.lo■ -d . h- - <I. 'CH " I.' v tth V that, night, he finds Dorothy and Dlck Watting fur her NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE (Continued .) "Why don't you hire a private subway and try it out?’ Dick asked rat iter acidly. Dorothy had no intention of seeming snobbish, but he was afraid Sheila might not understand this. “You know what I mean,” insisted Dorothy. She smiled into Sheila’s face as the car turned into the park and headed northward. ‘Let’s get this settled. We lured the girl into this car with a promise of taking '■ft home. Actually nothing is far,wKtr from my mind! "I want to spend the evening with you, Sheila, if you’ll stand for it. If you two don't want to be my guests for dinner, how about both of us being Dick's guests?” ’Help!” howled Dick amiably. “I’ll feed Sheila any time, but once a day is all I can stand with you!” ‘‘Then let's go Dutch at an automat,’’ suggested Sheila. “Fine!” Dorothy agreed gayly. “The very thing!” She leaned forward to give instructions to the chauffeur. Dick burst out protestingly. “Listen. I've an idea. I couldn’t do another lick of work today if my life depended on it. Suppose- we take Sheila home if she really wants to go there. Then well go shopping at the Italian grocer's and I'll make some of my famous spaghetti. We'll throw a party at my apartment. How is that!” “You wouldn’t do it last week when I atked you to, would you?” retorted Dorothy with pretended wrath. “Sheila, I certainly wish I had your influence over him. It's amazing! I, for one, think that's a grand suggestion, though. Will you come?” Sheila glanced inquiringly in Dick's direction. “You're sure we wwn't be in the way? You don't want -to work?” "Say, I wouldn’t miss the chance to show you what a cook I am for anything! It’s my most charming accomplishment.” “Then suppose we turn about. It isn’t necessary for me to go home, unless you think I should dress.” tt tt tt other two declared she A looked perfect, and presently the car was gliding down Tenth avenue toward Greenwich Village. They reached a neighborhood of little shops offering real Italian spaghetti, uncooked; an array of cheeses; huge black olives; squash to be cooked in the Italian fashion, atid huge poes, tied up fresh, hot and odorous. “Think of the calories!” exclaimed Sheila, laughing, as Dick seemed bent on further purchases. “That's something neither of you two need to worry about,” he retorted. Dick's east side apartment overlooked the river. When they reached the place, Sheila decided it suited him perfectly. The furnishings did not seem expensive, but there was an air of comfort and quiet good taste. “It’s really just a workshop.” Dick explained. The living room in which they stood was large and restful. A few easy chairs stood about and was a fireplace with simple, graceful lines. A large table, littered with papers, stood near the window, flanked with typewriter, a supply of pointed pencils, and yellow and white paper. “Richard Stanley Third writes the great American play!” sang out Dorothy in some disdain. “Richard Stanley Second—to say nothing of Richard Stanley First—would be more gratified if the young man returned to Brockton to learn the shoe business.” •’She's jealous because she doesn't even know how to spell.” Dick said. "He's jealous himself!’ 4 returned Dorothy. “Amuse yourselves, children, while I try to get this stuff on the table.” Disk went on. undisturbed. tt tt a Sheila sank into a chair. There was a fine view here of the river. It was getting dark outside. The slow moving ferries gave forth twinkling lights. Other boats, laden with cargo, moved slowly up and down. Long Island City, chained to Manhattan by a rope of twinkling lights, lay across the brief stretch of water. Night had softened the grim buildings skirting the water’s edge and had given the scene a touch of theatrical glamour. "Life is like that,” Sheila thought Wfarily. “Glamour hiding ugliness.” She was tired from the day's work. Dick's apartment seemed a haven of rest. The dinner which Dick finally set before them really was excellent. It was served in buffet fashion before the fireplace, Dorothy chatting gayly, flitting about gathering up pepper and salt, diving into the ice box. running hither and thither to wash a fork, to corral a napkin. "I thought you went to Rome to study.” she ‘ vouchsafed. "Not to learn cooking. This is the best food jfcu’ve ever offered me.” "I’m offering this to Sheila. You just happened to be along,” Dick

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teased with fine, ungentlemanly candor. If you weren’t my cousin, I’d be furious!” "This,” said Dick, turning toward Sheila, "has been going on since we were children. Really, we are the best of friends, like the same people, the same places and, in general, are the same kind of idiots.” Dorothy rose and took up the telephone. “You may be the same, but I'm not,” she retorted. She gave a number to the operator. “Martin’s in the neighborhood somewhere playing pool—though he said it was chess,” she explained. Martin was the chauffeur. “I’m going to break up that game and then I'm going to leave you two!” CHAPTER FORTY-TWO DICK and Sheila followed Dorthy to the curb and saw her into her car. Dorothy knew Dick wanted to talk to Sheila alone and did not press her invitation that they should come with her. After a few moments’ banter, Dorothy said good-night and the huge limousine disappeared silently around the comer. Sheila watched almost wistfully. Was it fair that she and Eve and Tillie and dozens of others had to toil for every cent they owned when some girls had so much and did nothing to deserve it? Not that Sheila begrudged Dorothy Trevor her fortune. Nor did she ordinarily bewail her own fate. Tonight, however, Sheila was tired. It seemed unfair that this other girl should have everything in the world to make for happiness while Sheila herself must toil and save and sacrifice. No, it didn't seem fair. Standing beside Dick in the quiet street, Sheila said none of these things. It was he who finally broke the silence. “Would you like a taxi,” he asked “or shall we take the' bus? I don’t think it will be crowded at this hour. Wonderful car Dorothy has, don’t you think so?” “It’s marvelous,” Sheila agreed. “Foreign, isn’t it? I’ve never seen one like it.” Dick told her the car bore a French trade name and was extremely expensive. ‘•The whole family thinks it’s shocking the way that kid spends money,” he went on. “But after all, it's hers. I guess she has the right td do as she pleases with it.” They started walking slowly toward Fifth avenue. The street was almost deserted except for a few pedestrians. Now and then a taxicab rolled past and in the distance a lumbering bus was disappearing. “Does Dorothy have lots of money?” Sheila asked. “I know she’s considered one of Henri’s best customers.” tt tt DICK nodded. “Oh, yes, she has money, all right. More than she can spend. It’s all In her own name. too. Her father was Warren Trevor. Maybe you’ve heard of him. Built up an enormous fortune on Wall Street and died while he was still comparatively young. He left the entire fortune to Dorothy.” “She doesn’t seem a bit of a snob,” mused Sheila. “Oh, she’s not.” Dick spoke loyally. His cousin, for all their playful quarrelling during the evening, occupied a warm spot in his heart. “She isn’t in the least bit snobbish. Why should she be? She's always had money and doesn’t think anything about it. Dorothy’s a little thoroughbred.” “Well, I like her,” Sheila agreed “She’s different from any one I’ve ever met and I like the way she does things. She's pretty, too. Money hasn’t spoiled her.” They boarded a bus and presently were skirting the north boundary of Central park. The little pond on which sailors continue their aquatic propensities while on shore leave twinkled back at them. Here and there a tiny rowboat rocked on the rippling water. To Be Continued) ODDK A D4Y •Y BRUCE CATION

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He was to join the forces ordered to quell the Sikhs’ mutinous uprising. Unfortunately, Captain Canby believed fighting would soon cease. The third day off their stay in Delhi, Lady Cecil received a startling telegram, causing her at once to summon her son.

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