Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 158, Indianapolis, Marion County, 11 November 1933 — Page 11

NOV. 11,1933.

“THE PRIZEFIGHTER AND THE LADY” From the Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Picture Now on View at Loews Palace

CHAPTER THREE (Continued) Belle s eyes met those of Willie Ryan a little falteringly. “Why ti.:< ! . our old friend, Steve Morgan, isn't it?” he asked I'll bring him over He looks lonely ” To the amazement of the protesting head waiter, Willie Ryan took the sark-suited man over to his table. “You're Steve Morgan, aren’t you? I'm Willie Ryan.” Hi.' said Steve, unabashed. I've heard a lot about you." Steve sat down and poured himself a drink. Then he turned to Belle “You and I keep bumping Into each other, don't we?” "Yes, I think we ought to settle that,” said Willie Ryan, still in his gay. debonnair voice, smiling into the troubled eyes of Belle Ferber. Steve suddenly looked up and into th stony, staring c-yes of the Adopted Son. He leaned forward "Say, you and I didn’t meet, did we?” The stare was not removed from Steve s face, but no response was made until Willie made it: “Oh, that s my Adopted Son ” * "Big for his age, isn’t he?” He follows me around and keeps th ' flies off me. He’s a good aim a fly-swatter.” Steve laughed. “Oh. I get you! We’ll pass that over, eh?” At that moment the master of ceremonies approached the table and told Belle that her number was spotted in there and she excused herself. Steve watched the master of ceremonies lead Belle out and introduce her: “Next is Miss Belle Mercer singing a brand new song of her own composition, ’Down-Stream Drifter’.” The applause indicated that she was a favorite with the diners, drinkers and dancers at the Cabaret El Ryanno. Steve settled back in his chair and found the men at the table looking silently, first at him, and then at Willie Ryan, like actors waiting for their cue. # “And now that you’ve heard the song, don’t you think you’d better go?” asked Ryan. “Why, I—” He stopped and looked genially around at the cold faces at the table. “Outside!” Willie jerked his head slowly but his voice In spite of its lowness was hard and brittle, “Beat it'” “Thanks. You’re quite a guy, Ryan." Steve waved his hand and Walked toward the door Belle had gone through. • Steve stopped at the first door and knocked. Bidden enter, he found Belle. When she saw who it was, a worried look came into her eyes. “Morgan, did you know about W’lilie—l mean, did you know what you were getting into when you came here tonight?” "Sure.” “And yet you came!” Belle was both surprised and impressed. “Just to see me?” “Just, to see you again. Why not?” “Look, Morgan.” said Belle, finding her words slowly, “it's all been crazy fun. but your commonsense was cut out of you with a buzz-saw. And, Morgan, I'm not going to lose mine. You pulled me out of a ditch arm 1 went to see you fight. We're even and so .. . well, let’s just let it go at that. “You’re swell and 1 like you. Morgan, but . . . I’m not going to see you again.” She gave his shoulder a pat and left. ■CHAPTER FOUR WILLIE was silent that night mast of his way as he took Belle home in his car. When he did speak it was to say: “I'm beginning to think you need somebody like Sonny to follow you around—to protect you against yourself.” “Myself can always get at me, If It wants to bad enough." Willie started ahead. “Is that what you meant about the'side of you I didn’t know' being always there?” “Maybe that's it, Willie” At the door of her brownstone apartment house she bade Willie good night quietly fit the door. “Good night?” She answered the surprise in his to ne. “Let's not pretend. Willie.” As Belle inserted the key in the Jock of the inside vestibule door. Steve Morgan stepped out of a concealing shadow. “What were you saying about pretending?” He grinned at her startled whirl upon him. “Where . . . where did you come from?” “The hat-check girl had one of Houdini's hats.” She opened her door, and turned. “You'd better go back and get back into that hat.” “I can't. It’ll be full of rabbits.” He closed the door, and was aware of her nervous indecision. Yet she tried to keep her head. She entered the hallway and began walking up stairs. Steve kept just behind her.' At the head of the stairs she faced him, an angry flush on her face. “You don’t think you are going to get away with this, do you?” "You know, when you're mad like that you do things to me!” 8 8 8 HE followed her to the door of her apartment. "If you think 'l'ru going to scream and cry for help,” she said, "you're wrong.” “Think of all the fun you'd have!” She inserted the key in the lock, then leaned back against the wall and looked at Steve strangely. "Morgan. beat it,” she said shortly, us though her breath were coming fast. “Were you ever down in the tropics.” said Steve, "where they've got gardenia bushes like we've got dandelions up here?" “Beat it, Morgan.” she repeated. “Well, standing under those gardenia bushes and smelling 'em . . . is like standing next to you.” Belle did not reply at once and when she did her voice had become small and weak. "Do you know, that's the first decent thing you've ever said to me." He laughed and chucked her lightly on the chin with his fist. She kept on looking at him. half laughing, but almost half crying. Her fingers touched the spot on her chin where his fist had roughly caressed her. He leaned suddenly over and kissed her on the chin Then his lips sought hers, pressed them. Her arms hung limp, her head pressed against the wall. Steve drew’ back and looked at her. Motionless, her •jm searched his face.

I “Going to ask me in for a drink?” “I’ve only got beer . . “I was weaned on it.” He opened the door and went inside, turned to .ook at her Slowly she entered and confronted him. Did you ever see a pin-wheel?” CHAPTER FIVE BELLE FERBER did not show up at the Cabaret El Ryanno the next day and Willie Ryan kept the telephone hot trying to get trace of her. Belle's maid could tell him little; the dress she had worn the night before was on the floor, her traveling dress gone; two bottles of beer had been opened but left untasted. • Willie ordered his henchmen to bring in the Professor, to tour the Boston Post road, search all the lodges and inns, watch the railroad stations He slammed down the phone as two huskies pushed the FTofessor into his office. “Where's the fighter of yours?” he snapped, pouncing on the Professor. “You know as well as I do. I haven’t seen him since the night he fought. Every time you get an up-and-coming boy some female starts turning him into putty before you can ” “He'll turn into hamburger if I get hold of him!” “You can’t blame my boy! How about your side of the case?” “I’ll attend to that, too, when she gets here!” * “She's here, Willie,” said Belle’s voice, and Ryan w’hirled upon her as she walked into the group. “Maybe you’d like to ’tend to it alone?” “Where’s my boy?” demanded the excited Professor. “Look here, girl ” “Better than he ever was. He's over in your office, waiting for you ” The Professor darted out of the office. Willie paced back and forth in front of Belle, seated on top of his desk. .He stopped pacing. “What happened to your head? Were you drunf? Are you on the junk? What happened to you?” “Something very beautiful . . . Something swell—” “You call it that—with a guy like that!” “I knew you wouldn’t understand. Willie. That’s the only thing that hurts.” / ana “pvO you know what I feel like U doing?” Willie was actually trembling. She nodded that she understood. He continued: “You’ve made me the biggest laugh of the year—” “Is that all you are thinking about?” “No. I’m thinking about you.” His voice went higher. “Os you and—him. Where you’ve been . . . what you’ve done.” He grabbed her by the throat. “I’ll have you both dropped out of sight! I’ll give him a kerosene bath!” "No you won’t, Willie.” “What's going to stop me?” She spoke calmly and simply. “I married him this morning.” Willie’s face grew purple. He took his hand from her throat and backed away and stared at her. “Why?” he demanded at length. “I love him—want him.” She turned out the contents of Izer bag upon the table. “There's everything, Willie. And the key—” He poured himself a drink. “You can keep them.” She went to him, tears in her eyes, “Good-by, Willie Ryan. I'm always going to think swell things about you. will you think ’em about me?” At his slow nod, she kissed his cheek and ran out of the room. He stared after her, even after the Adopted Son and the two huskies returned. "She married him,” he muttered half to himself. At his words the Adopted Son’s hand went to his pocket, he nodded to the two men and they started quietly out. “Hey!” called Willie. “I’m not mad and you can’t get mad until I do. But if he ever gives her an unhappy moment you can spill his guts over any alley you pick out!” 8 8 8 FOR several weeks the Professor had trouble to keep Steve from breaking off in the middle of training to make love to his wife. They had taken a ground flat in Flatbush and the Professor insisted upon daily training to get into shape for another fight. One day a shrewd, sporting type of man came to the house. The Professor, in a hallway door, recognized him as a Mr. Black, representing Mr. Carey of Madson Square Garden, and came quickly forward. “Well, Black, glad you dropped around: I'll get the boy.” “You're Belle Mercer, aren't you?” said Black to Belle. “Was," she laughed. “I’m Mrs. Morgan now.” The Professor returned with Steve and when they had introduced Steve asked, genially: “Hi, what’s thp idea? Thinking of putting on a real fight at the Garden?” Black laughed at Steve’s cockiness. ’’How'd you like to pick up five hundred bucks three weeks from tomorrow night? Six rounds prelim with Ray Harrigan?” Steve poked the Professor in the ribs. “There, did young Gaffney get five hundred bucks for his first fight?” “A year or two from now they’ll be offering you many times five hundred dollars for a fight. But now they don’t care if you can’t fight your way out of a paper bag. "They're only out to buy you as a front-page box office drew. The customers’ll come to see the man who married Willie Ryan’s girl, that's all." He turned to Black. "And because the whole town will want to see him. he’s a bargain at a thousand.” "I guess you’re still the same old Professor!” laughed Black, “Okay, a thousand top. Five hundred for him . . . ana five hundred for Mrs. Morgan to sit ringside. Drop in tomorrow and we'll sign the deal.” “And a couple of hundred in advance.” said the Professor, accompanying him to the door. "Okay." agreed Black. “This is anew angle in the fight game.” nan "I'I7'HEN the Professor re-entered VV the room. Steve was saying cockily: “What round do you want me to knock him out in. honey?” "It's the beginning Steve,” said the Professor. “We’ll have to find training quarters. Gus Martin ought to let me come up to his place in the Catskills reasonably/* fie Be Co&ttnoedl

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