Indianapolis Times, Volume 48, Number 48, Indianapolis, Marion County, 6 May 1936 — Page 21

MAY 6, 1936.

Today's Short Story—

THE GLORY LOOK By Charles Guirk

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ALLAN DENSON sat slumped in a chilly corner of his studio, gazing at the portrait of a girl. He wondered if he ever had seen that flaming love in Mary-Beth's eyes, or if the look was the product of his own artist's imagination and deep desire. At least it was there now to torture him, reminding him of what might have been. This much was his, and would remain his, in spite of Burton Dunn's fabulous offer for the portrait. Burton Dunn! Allan spat out the name. The man was like a brass band with his glitter and blare and trumpetry, drowning out all that was beautiful in MaryBeth, blinding her to what life had mean to her and Allan. Critically now, forcing the artist to replace the man, Allan scanned the picture, searching the flaws in his work. The smooth texture of the skin, the chestnut shadows in auburn hair waving back from a hair, high forehead, the fainter shadows, a smile at the corner of the wide, generous mouth, all told him he had done well. It was by far his best work. o a tt Fuk a minute longer 'the man struggled against the artist. The man wanted to guard his possession Jealously, keeping it here with him, but the artist in him rebelled, knowing that it should go as his contribution to the State Art Exhibit. For only three days it would be away from him, and in that time who knew what influence % might have upon his future The next three days found Allan haunting the exhibit, hungrily gleaning scraps of praise. Now and then some of Mary-Beth’s friends would pause before the picture, glance at Allan’s signature—and whisper. He knew what they were saying. l They were telling each other how she had repaid his devotion When Burton Dunn flew into her life, sweeping her from her moorings. It was not until the last night, that Mary-Beth came to herself to visit the exhibit. Allan came upon her standing before her portrait. "It really is wonderful, Allan. It should make you famous. I’ve heard the nicest things said of it.” Burton Dunn interrupted her. “Don’t flatter him, honey. You know I want to buy that picture and I don't care to have to raise my present bid any. “If you wanted to do the really decent thing, you'd give it to MaryBeth for a wedding present.’’ n tt a AS if sensing trouble, Mary-Beth stepped quickly between the two men. “Why, of course Allen is going to give it to me. He promised it to me when I first posed for him. Remember, Allan?’’ Allan remembered. Controlling his voice with an effort, he forced his words from between stiff lips. “Os course the portrait is yours—if you want it.’’ There was an Instant's flicker of Mary-Beth's eyes, as if he had slapped her; then her lids drooped. Burton's boisterous glee filled the room. “We'll be by for it tomorrow before you change your mind. Look for us about 4:55.” Allan made his ' way blindly to the door; Os one thing he was certain: when he took the portrait from the exhibit in the morning he would change the expression of those eyes. Burton Dunn might trick him out of possession of the portrait, but it would be a different MaryBeth that would look down from the canvas. a a Engrossed in these thoughts, Allan bumped into the hurrying figure of Mr. Strebling. patron saint of the artists of the state. He caught Allan in a half embrace. "Oott, Denson. You have done a masterpiece! Those eyes, they have the glory look!” At any other time this phrase would have lifted Allan to the heights, for it carried money and influence behind it, but now he could only mutter a surly, “Glad you liked it." “Liked it! Liked it. you say? Listen, son. if you do for me a picture of my Rosie with a look in her eyes like that one, I pay you a thousand dollars.” Allan 6hook his head. The thought of Mr. Strebling's fat wife Rosie with that look in her eyes would have been funny, if it had not been pathetic. “Look. I pay what you say. Money, it makes no difference. My Rosie she used to smile like that once. Now you know how it goes .. .We got old ► . . I come home tired , . . Rosie, she maybe is tired too . . . We get cross .. . But, could I ait before the Are and see my Rosie smile .-own at me like that ... then even ung would be all right ... Yes? You fix that for me?” * • • THERE was a mist in the old German's eyes ash spoke, and Allan could not find it in his heart to refuse the man whose complex • * v)

nature had caused him to make a fortune as a wholesale grocer, and spend most of it on art—not even to the giving of Mary-Beth's eyes to fat Rosie Strebling. Why not? Hadn’t he decided that Mary-Beth should not keep the eyes he had given her? They why not give them to Rosie? Allan’s mind was .playing with these thoughts, while Mr. Strebling patted his arm. “I bring Rosie by tomorrow to see the picture, maybe it helps? Five o’clock. All right?” Mary-Beth and Burton were coming for the portrait at four. “Couldn’t you make it earlier?” “Not ’till Rosie comes home. She went to visit her sister and gets back tomorrow. Jpst so soon she comes home I bring her. Right?” “Right.” tt u a THAT night Allan slept little. Should he change the portrait and risk Strebling's displeasure-; or should he take a chance on Rosie arriving before Mary-Beth came to claim the picture? Morning found him pale, but determined. He went to the art gallery early and brought back his portrait. He would block out those eyes quickly and have the agony over. Dozens of times that day Allan raised his brush to the canvas, and dozens of times he left it fall again, waiting just one more minute. Perhaps Rosie Strebling would arrive in time! < At 3 o'clock Allan decided to wait no longer. He went to the canvas and took one last look, losing himself in tortured reverie. A knock on the door startled him. and the next instant it was flung wide and Mary-Beth stood framed against the empty hall. u u tt • YOU’RE early!” His voice was i accusing, yet he was blaming himself for delaying so long. “Yes. I came early to avoid Burton. I wanted to tell you that I never had any inteniton of taking the portrait.” “Then why ” “To quiet Burton. He was bent on making a scene, and it was a mean trick he played on you. But one thing he said is true. That picture should be the property of the man I love.” She paused then and lowered her eyes, her voice hardly audible. “That’s why I don't want Burton to have4t.” Allan's heart gave a startled leap. “You mean you don’t love him?” “I left a note for him, telling him so.” Half an hour later, Mr. and Mrs. Strebling knocked on the door of Allan’s studio. When it was finally opened to them, Mrs. Strebling would have been blind indeed, if, looking into Mary-Beth’s eyes, she had not seen what her husband meant by the “glory look.” THE END. PAVING PROJECT BEGUN BY WPA Sewer Also to Be Installed in Keystone-av Between 30th and 38th. One hundred WPA employes today began work on the Kevstone-av repaving project which is to extend from 30th to 38th-st. The old surface is to be removed, the grade lowered and new eight-inch reinforced concrete paving laid. Anew 15-inch sewer also is to be built. It is to connect with the city sewerage system at 30th-;t. Laid 25 years ago, the old paving :n this ! stretch is badly broken. Slabs of the old paving are to be used in levee work on White River and in making bridle path crossings along Fall Creek. Engineers expect considerable improvement of drainage facilities to result from th'. work. In the past the road was above the property level and there was no sewer. Low- ! ering the grade will provide a slope for drainage, they said. The new paving is to be 36 feet wide, as compared to the present width of 20 feet. PRIZES OFFERED FOR HEALTHIEST BABIES FUnner House to Hold All-Day Institute Saturday. An all-day health institute is to I be held at Flanner House Saturday in observance of National Child Health Week. Eight prizes for healthiest babies are to be awarded in the afternoon. Dr. Homer Wales is in charge of examinations. Dr. John W. Walls of Waverly Hills Tuberculosis Hospital, Louisville, Ky„ is to address a mass meeting Saturday night that is to conclude the session. The Marion County Tuberculosis Association is co-operating in planning the institute.

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