Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 28 May 1936 — Page 31

"YELLOW ROSES

“CICARED?” “Goodness, no. to be scared of?” “Nothing, really,” sald the older woman, : “Only it's not so easy to get up before the Governor and all those people out there,” waving toward the red velvet curtain separating them from the audience, “and tell them why théy should send you to Congress. But then, talking comes easy to you.” “That's what my husband says.” “I bet he’s awfully proud of you.” “He's a dear,” the younger * Woman's face flushed with pleasure. “And so interested in my campaign. He comes to all my meetings.” “Humph! He'll get over that.” “Oh, no he wan't, Mrs. Blaine. My husand's different.” i a 8 ” " O husband's different.” The older woman sighed. “I used to think so, just like you. If the modern wife had a grain of sense - she'd pretend not to have so much sense.” Lah

“Rubbish,” retorted Mrs. Blaine.

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dumbbell over night. If she wanted to hold her husband, and if 'she were still young, say as young as you.” “How?” Mrs. Reynolds whispered the word. “One failure would do it; a failure at a big moment; in tennis, or business, or music, or in politics. The world's awfully fickle; especially where a woman is concerned. Let the lady. golf championship get a case of nerves on the links the day

. .of the tournament, and she's out.

Let the soprano flat in the big area, and they're ready to boo her. In a political campaign, just let the lady candidate flop in her big speech, and—" «| The door in the wings banged suddenly open. - A sugary voice trilled: ‘Hello there, you highbrows,” and a slim figure in golden chiffon swayed over to the mirror at the back of the stage. : 8 8 8

RS. BLAINE nodded stiffly, but Mrs. Reynolds greeted the girl with a warm: “Hello, Marjorie, how lovely you look.” : “I haven't got brain like you two,” the vision in yellow called over in mock humility, “so I'll havesto get me some beauty.” She pouted into the looking-glass; edged the pout with her lipstick. She fluffed out the blond curls above her ears. At the door she paused long enough to finger the yellow roses at her walst, as she remarked to Mrs. Reynolds, with exaggerated sweetness: “Darling, I just saw your handsome husband. I'm going right back to tell him I-3aw you. Shall I-give him your love, or—" there was polite poison under the syrup of her voice, “doesn’t a lady politician care about love?” “Little fool,” snapped Mrs. Blaine as the door swung behind the swirl of golden draperies. “But -harmless.” ; ” ” ” “ ARMLESS., Don't fool yourself,” snorted Mrs. Blaine. “That fuzzy yellow hair. Those yellow roses she's always sticking in some man's button-hole. I'll never forget how she broke up Archie _ Btrait's home. was so nice. Awfully smart, too: always on some important committee. Of course she had to attend a » lot of meetings, and I suppose __ Archie did get lonesome. But that doesn’t excuse Marjorie. Still, if I had it to do over again. I'd carry yellow roses instead of this book full of statistics on sewers.” “Well, why don't you change?” with a nervous little laugh. “Too late. Now I were only your age.” 2 “But I don't want to change.” “No, of course you don't. But I was just thinking, Mrs. Reynolds, if you did want to change, tonight'd be perfect. The Governor is here: all the committeemen. Make a bad speech, and theyll hand the nomination to Bumstead, and there you are. Back with your husband.” . “But my husband's a dear, and so understanding.” “And much too handsome to have to sit out in the audience—alone— every night, looking at his wife up on the platform.” : . =

And Archie's wife!

“That distinguished woman ‘and brilliant speaker who will walk into history if she walks into Congress.” The applause was tremendous. The Governor sat up straight. He'd heard what a spell-binder this pretty young woman was. No spell-binder, but an apparently very nervous woman made her way, timidly, to the front of the stage. Her body -slumped listlessly. Her voice came in jerky gasps. Her gestures were awkward. The only vital thing was the light in her eyes, as they fixed on something, somebody, out there in the semidarkness of the auditorium. 4 8 8 P on the platform, Brumstead beamed maliciously. The governor went fast asleep. But on the face of Mrs. Blaine was a smile of gatisfaction. : Whispers of astonishment were now swelling to the buzz of conversation. Mrs. Reynolds heard the buzz only as a distant undertone. She didn't even hear the stupid words she was uttering so dismally. No, the. words that beat into her ears and brain, were the words Mrs. Blaine had said, just a little while ago. Somehow the speech came to an end. Mrs. Reynolds teetered back to her seat. There was a sigh of relief from the audience, a vague clapping of hands, a great scuffling of feet as the crowd hurried home. The chairman bustled over to the Governor. He jogged himself awake and walked off + with candidate Bumstead. Once again the two women were alone on the platform. The older woman reached over and patted the younger woman's hand as she said softly: “You did a grand job. You're a perfect actress.”

HE younger woman fought back the tears. It would have been fun to go to Washington.. But then, a husband wants to “protect” his wife. Eagerly she looked into the wings. That's where Jim always came for her. He wasn't there. She slipped out the side door and into the corridor. She turned swiftly into a side hall; stumbled along until she reached the palms that hid an alcove. She'd go in there and powder her nose.’ The palms fluttered. From behind them a high, sugary voice trilled: “You nfustn't.” The palms fluttered. The ‘sugary voice murmured, “Oh, you've crushed my roses.” Mrs. Reynolds turned atid walked uristeadily toward the lobby. Her husband wasn’t in sight. How could he be, when he was back there in the palms with Marjorie. What a mess she'd made of tonight. the chance to‘'go to Congress. She was crying now, and not watching where she was going. The first thing she knew she had bumped into a man; a man who put his arm protectingly about her and exclaimed: “Bab, darling, I was so worried.”

HE looked up into her husband's face, as he asked: . “Are you all right?” “I am, now. Why?” “Well, er, I thought you were a little nervous tonight; not like yourself. I figured I'd duck out to the parking lot and bring the car around to the door and get you right home. I even beat it while you were speaking. Marjorie tried ito get me to meet some new beau

to tell you where I'd gone. Did you see her?” “Not exactly.” “Come along, dear. I'm going to take you heme.” “And keep me there. I don’t think the Washington climate would agree with me.” “That's the best weather report I've ever heard,” squeezing her

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