Indianapolis Times, Volume 44, Number 248, Indianapolis, Marion County, 24 February 1933 — Page 23

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CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN (Continucd.) There came her cue! She fluttered to Lucy’s side, tossed a scarf across the maid's arm. smiled, and in anrother instant**as gone. • Now she was on the stage and dancing as she never had danced before. The light patter of applause burst into an uproar. Leaning forward eagerly, the maid watched her. This was not the frightened, trembling girl she had assisted a 1 half hour before. Sheila was a bright elf, bewitched, electrified, holding her audiente spellbound. Each time she appeared it was the name story. The applause filled the theater, not only for Sheila's num-; bers, but for the other members of ; the company as well. ‘ Flying Flags : was a success. Even before the last curtain, when ; again and again Sheila was called to receive applause, that fact was apparent. Mandrake appeared with her, bowing. The juvenile lead took a bow. Then the other principals. Then Sheila again, swooping like a gay bird toward the footlights. Blind Timmy was with her, flushed and reluctant. "Author! Author!” came the cry from the audience. It rose to a crescendo. Where was the author? i Sheila heard Mandrake’s voice beside her. "Go with him. Sheila," the producer was saying. "Flore!" She turned. Amazed, unbelieving, she found herself looking up at Dick Stanley! CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT SHEILA looked up into Dick’s eyes and saw that he was j smiling. She could not understand it. "But—the author?” she said. “Dick, it, isn’t—oh, Dick, is it really true? Are you the author? Are you?” “You didn’t guess?” Hand in hand they stood before the footlights. Sheila never had been so happy. Dick’s play. And hers! Dick and Blind Timmy had written it for her! They were back in the wings a moment later, but the applause continued. “Let’s get Timmy!” Sheila said. With the blind composer between them, they stepped out on the stage once more. At last it all came to an end. Mandrake, beaming over the evening's success, tapped at the door of Sheila’s dressing room. "Well,” he said, “were you surprised? Dick insisted you shouldn’t know before tonight. We were afraid we couldn’t keep it from you. I’m entertaining the whole company and I’d love to have you there, but I’ve a sneaking notion you and Dick will have things to say to each other. If you want to join us later, that will be fine.” He drew Dick into the room, stepped back and disappeared. Sheila said to Dick, “You wrote the play for me, didn’t you?” "But you made it a success.” “No, you did that. Dick, this is all so wonderful for you! It means you can do whatever you want now. You’ve made a name for yourself.” "And haven’t you?” “It's our play! Oh, Dick !” “Don’t forget Blind Timmy.” “I'll never forget him. And I’ve never been so happy. Dick, I could cry!” But she did not. She let him take her in his arms ajnd when he kissed her she knew that all the applause and excitement of the performance were unimportant. It was Dick who counted. Only Dick! ana lATER, driving across the city, ■J they sat hand in hand, utterly happy. "How did you like the red geraniums I sent?” Dick asked, grinning. “I loved them.” “I have something else I want to *how you. Like to see it tonight?” "Os course.” He leaned forward and gave the driver some instructions. The car veered about a cor-ner and shot across Fifth avenue. "What are you going to show *ne?”

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He smiled. “It’s a secret. You’ll have to wait until you see it.” They rode on into a quiet street. Neither of them spoke. They were near the East river and the sounds of boats reached them. Sheila watched the bridge, its lights swaying like a chain of glittering Jewels. "Here we are,” Dick said as the car stopped suddenly. They stepped out on the sidewalk. "You aren’t taking me to a party, are you?” Sheila asked in dismay. “I’m too tired for that. I wanted to celebrate just with you!” "But famous stars have obligations to their public,” he returned, pinching her cheek. Dick led the way into the building before them. Il was a luxurious apartment house. The West Indian boy at the telephone desk smiled as they entered and said, “Good evening, Mr. Stanley.” "Evening, Jim.” The elevator door opened and Sheila and Dick stepped into the car. They rose swiftly to the top floor. “Who lives here?” Sheila asked as they stood in the corridor. "Dick, where in the world are you taking me? This isn’t fair! My nose probably needs powdering—” “It needs kissing,” he told her. •‘lt’s the dearest little nose in the world. Maybe you didn't know that." He kissed her, looking so solemn that Sheila laughed. a a a THEN Dick pressed a button and the door before them opened. Lucy, Sheila's maid, stood facing them, smiiing. "Why, Lucy” Sheila exclaimed. "How did you get here? What in the world—?’’ "We have to walk the last flight,” Dick announced, brushing past Lucy and leading the way. “I told you I had a surprise for you, didn’t I? Come on!” The stairway led to the roof of the building. It was only the top of an apartment house, but a miracle had been achieved. The roof was covered with soft grass. There were four tiny trees, their branches ruffled by the East river breeze. And in the center of this fairy land there stodd a cottage. It was a real cottage, with a veranda. It was painted white and it had green shutters. There were ruffled cutains at the windows and bright lights shining indoors. Sheila stood wide-eyed before this vision. She had seen pent houses, but never anything like this before. It was her dream house, exactly as she had imagined it. It seemed too lovely to be real! Dick caught her hand. “We’ll go in in a minute,” he said, “but first I want you to see something else.” They skirted the lawn in the moonlight, walking along a prim little pathway. It might have led to a home in a town 1,000 miles from the roar of Manhattan traffic. “See there,” Dick said proudly. And Sheila saw. It was a kitchen doorway. There were red checked gingham curtains hanging at the windows and bright geraniums in dark green boxes nodding from the sills. She could only cry out, “Oh, Dick!” anu stand in admiration. a a a HALF an hour later Dick was explaining. “You see,” he said. "I knew this was what you wanted and I made up my mind you should have it.” They had finished inspecting the whole house. "I didn’t furnish it, because I thought it would be fun to do that together. I didn’t want to take the least little bit of pleasure from you in selecting exactly what you want for each room. “I didn’t want to put anything in it unless you were sure it was just right. But I was sure about the curtains—and the geraniums in the windows.” They were sitting on the window seat in the living room. "But it’s perfect ” Sheila insisted. She had repeated that again and again. “Everything about it is perfect.” # She snuggled contentedly against his shoulder. "Well go shopping tomorrow. Oh, no—we can’t! It’s matinee day. Well then, we’ll go Thursday.” "Lucy is tossing together a little lunch in the kitchen,” Dick said. "Shall we go out there?” They arose, but at that moment Lucy appeared in the doorway. She was smiling broadly and carrying a tray. There were sandwiches and salad, tiny cakes and steaming cups of coffee. Lucy set the tray down and disappeared. Excitedly planning as they ate, Sheila and Dick were more like two eager children than lit famous star and a young playwright celebrating their joint success. "How does it feel to be famous, Miss Shayne?” Dick asked. "Oh, that reminds me! We’re going to be married tomorrow, matinee or no matinee.” He fished in his pocket and produced a small box. From the box _ a ring. "Lixe it?” he asked. She loved it. "I thought you would. Jappy thought you would. Tillie and Eve said the same thing. Trevor and Dorothy—” "Stop! You didn’t announce all this from the housetops, did you?” "Just about. Why not? * I’ve never been married before.” And again he kissed her. Sheila’s head rested against Dick’s shoulder in deep content. It was all like a dream. She was the star of a Broadway play and that fame had come to her because she had wanted so to help Blind Timmy. She had money, too. Her salary seemed a fortune. She had fame, wealth and, above all, Dick's love. It was not a dream. It was all true. They would live here, high above the turmoil of the streets, close to the stars. They would work together and theirs would be a happy marriage. Gravely Sheila reminded herself that many young people said that and were mistaken. Every one dreamed it. Sheila was not disturbed. She knew that for her and Dick the dream would come true. (The End)

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