Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 245, Indianapolis, Marion County, 21 February 1933 — Page 17

FEB. 21, 1933.

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CHAPTER FORTY THREE (Continued.) "I ran Ice! the beauty of a warm apring day in the park and I can *:mcli the green of the trees and the fihrubs. The roar of the city is music to me, Sheila, though to others It may be no:-e ' "And thens your music, Timmy,” she said softly. "I think it’s beautiful.” She nodded to the waiter, him a coin. At the rear of the room there was a victrola and the waiter slid a record under the worn needle. Music poured forth—Timmy’s song, "April Days.” non SOFTLY Sheila crooned the melody. "Scc?” she said. "Every- j body knows your mi sic. And they | love it, too. "Maybe if you could see the ugli- ! ness of New York, the crowding and j poverty and sinfulness your music j t wouldn't be so sweet.” Timmy raised a hand to his face.' It mi: !it or it might not have been n tear that he brushed from his cheek. "You make the song beautiful, Sheila,” he said. “It’s your singing. I wish I could see your face when you sin;: just as I wish I could see your feet when you dance.” Back at Henri’s that afternoon Sheila met the pompous, impor- i taut little designer as he was hur- j ryinir along a corridor. "Miss Trevor called,” he said. “She wants you to spend a week-end at her home on Long Island. She said; she wants your advice about some j •). Wants to be sure the dresses will suit the background of her home. “I know very well that's nonsense, but—well, she will order the dresses made here, so what could I do?” “Is she inviting me to her home?” Sheila asked. “Yes.” Henri grumbled. “For this Sunday. In spite of our rules, I suppose I must let you go. But ; remember you will be there for busi- | ness. No flirtations!” Dorothy telephoned to Sheila j later. "Did Simon Legree give you' my message?" she asked. Sheila admitted he had. * “I’m giving a party,” Dorothy explained, "and you really must ccire." “I'd love to. But will it take j many clothes? I hope not—” Dorothy laughed. "Henri will see | to it that you exhibit the smartest i sport frocks, evening gowns and all | the rest. I warned him a couple of prospective brides will be here.” “Brides? Who are they?” Dorothy laughed. You'd be surprised,” she said. “Be ready at 5 Friday afternoon. I’ll send the car or come for you myself.” CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR DOROTHY'S summer home faced the water on the south side ol Long island. The estate formerly had } belonged to a family prominent in New York society. When they removed to the more exclusive north shore, Dorothy had bought the place. The house stood about a mile back from the road. It was surrounded by trees that concealed stables for riding horses and kennels housing several aristocratic fox terriers. It would have been a lonely spot for a girl of 21 had she remained there alone, but Dorothy did not. She employed a companion and chaperon whose name was Mrs. Atwood. Scarcely a week-end passed at Trevorwood, as Dorothy called the place, without a number of guests. -Dorothy’s parties were always popular. Though the sea was so close at hand, a swimming pool had been built at the rear of the house. Across the glade smooth meadows had been converted into a golf course. There were carefully landscaped gardens. A little brook ambled through the estate and on its surface placid swans glided lazily. A barn had been transformed into a recreation house with pool and billiard tables, a card room, and gymnasium. There was everything at Trevorwood to provide a delightful holiday. Sheila arrived late Friday after- - noon, making the trip in Dorothy’s huge town car. The butler met her at the door. Miss Dorothy, he said, was in the swimming pool, where the other guests were. Sheila was to join them there. A maid led the way to Sheila’s room, a spacious apartment overlooking the shore and the ocean beyond. The maid busied herseli with Sheila's luggage, opening it and hanging away the gowns. She helped Sheila into the bathing suit of delicate green jersey that Dorothy had had laid out for her. There was a snug little black cap and cunning green and black bathing slippers to go with the suit. When Sheila was ready, the maid showed her the way to the pool. Half a dozen brightly garbed water sprites lolled about the rim of the pool or flashed from the diving board high over the clear bluegreen water. Dorothy rose from a chair at the farther end of the pool and came toward Sheila, waving gayly. "Darling!” she cried. “I would have come myself if I hadn't had to stay at the last minute. Howare you? Not tired. I hope, after the drive?” n tt a THERE were introductions to the other guests as they emerged, dripping, from the pool. There were Mary Charlton, Cecelia Hoyt. Peggy Raymond and others whose names Sheila did not remember. Two of them she recognized as girls whose pictures were seen frequently in newspaper photogravure sections. Pictures of Mary Charlton at the horse show and tennis matches. Peggy Raymond strolling along Fifth avenue. All of these girls were deeply tanned. They looked like slim young athletes in their brief, brightly colored bathing suits.

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Only two men had arrived—Wade and Tommy Doran. The others would come a little later. Mrs. Atwood, Dorothy’s companion, proved to be an attractive woman, whose youthful eyes completely belied her gray hair. She wore blue pajamas and a wide sun hat that was most becoming. Sheila could swim, but she realized w-ith a pang that these young people were experts. They dived -nd raced through the water with the skill might expect from professionals. That, of course, was because they devoted themselves day after day to play, and play in these days is largely hard work at sports. Sheila could not complete with them, but she could enjoy the beauty of the place, the scent of the woods, the roll of the sea, the white sails fluttering so far away against the deep blue water. "Shall we swim,” Dorothy was asking, "or sit here and talk? I hope Henri was nice about letting you come.” “Oh, yes.”. Dorothy smiled. “He should have been. Every one here will admire you and your clothes and Henri will profit by it. “Os course, I wanted you for yourself, but I had to appeal to Henri's business sense. And I’m glad you’re here! Oh, look there’s Dick!” a tt a SHE sprang to meet him and two other young men w-ith him. Dick already was in his bathing suit A moment later Dorothy was introducing the new-comers to Sheila. Other guests joined the group and those who were swimming w-aved gay greetings. For a brief instant Sheila felt ill at ease and out of the fun. “If I were playing in a show I wouldn’t feel this way” she told herself. “But I'm only a model. I don’t belong with all these people. I don’t even know how to talk to them.” But the self-consciousness passed aw-ay after a few moments. Then she saw Dick making his way tow-ard her. "Sheila!” he said. “I’m so glad you’re here. We’ll have a great time together.” He eyed her approvingly. Dick himself looked handsome. Straight limbed, well built, he was like the statue of a Greek athlete. Sheila, feeling the approval in his glance, smiled shyly. They stood at the edge of the pool, making an attractive picture. “I’ll race you to the other end,” Dck proposed suddenly. “I don’t swim very well,” Sheila told him, but the protest was lost. Laughing, struggling, she felt herself borne along tow-ard the diving board. “Oh, Dick,” she cried, “w-ait a minute! Honestly I don’t swim very well. And I can’t dive.” He seemed not to hear. The others hailed them with shouts of delight. All at once Sheila understood. She w-as one of them. Ic was all a game and she had exactly as much part in it as any of the others. At the diving board, however, Dick dropped her wrist suddenly. “Didn’t mean to rough-house you,” he said, lowering his voice. "We w-on’t swim if you’d rather not. I w-ouldn’t let anything hurt you for the w-orld!” His voice, so low that even near at hand no one else could hear, struck Sheila w-ith its deep note of i sincerity. Two girls and a man, rushing past them, pushed them to one side. The trio plunged off the diving board and caught the attention of the crowd. Sheila and Dick were forgotten. a tt tt r T"'HE two stood in the midst of the splashing, shrieking throng and to Sheila it seemed as though they were on a desert island. Dick was looking at her. His eyes held hers so that she could not look away. "Sheila!” he whispt.ed her name softly. A girl in a scarlet suit called out “gangway!” and came running toward the spring board. "Are you two going to dive or aren’t you?” she cried. Sheila and Dick stepped to one side. “Let’s get out of this,” he said. “I want to talk to you about so many things.” They moved off tow-ard tw-o beach chairs at the other end of the pool. The chairs were shaded by a gigantic orange and black striped sun umbrella. Behind them the crowd was Laughing at the antics of a clumsy diver. Sheila turned and saw a tall, blond-haired youth catch Dorothy's hand and leap with her into the water. “Idiots!” Dick growled. Sheila's heart was beating rapidly. She sat dow-n in the low chair and Dick dropped beside her on the ground. A servant came toward them bearing tall glasses of tinkling drinks. Dick waved the man away. “Listen, Sheila.” he said abruptly, “maybe you don't want to hear all this again, but I can’t help it. You've got to listen to me. I love you! I love you and I won’t take ‘no’ for an answer this time. “I'll get a job digging ditches if that's what you want. I’ll prove to you I can earn a living. I'll give my money away, do anything! “You can have a home in the country if you w-ant it with a kitchen and gingham curtains and red geraniums in the windows. But, Sheila, you’ve got to marry me. You’ve got to!” CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE AFTERWARD, when Sheila was in her own room, she still ! could hear Dick’s voice as he spoke those words, “I love you. You've | got to marry me!” She had not answered. Dorothy’s ! gay crowd of guests suddenly had I descended upon them, interrupting the conversation. There had not been another opportunity for her to speak to Dick alone. Now’ it was time to dress for dinner. (To Be Continued)

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