Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 13 May 1937 — Page 30

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CAST OF CHARACTERS JOAN BARRETT, heroine, secretary to John Hendry. JOHN HENDRY, mining head BOB ANDREWS, Hendry’s junior pariner and Joan's fiance. SYBIL HENDRY, socialite, John Hendry’s niece and Joan's rival in love. PHILIP HENDRY, Sybil's brother. DOROTHY STARKE. Joan's girlhood friend. CHARLES NORTON, California mining promoter.

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Yesterday: Hendry closas his $10,000 deal with Norton and the cash is brought to Hendry’s house, awaiting payment. Sybil taunts Joan with the information that Philip has just unearthed “some choice gossip” in San Francisco.

CHAPTER NINETEEN—Continued “He's making some sort of a— oh, & survey, I guess you would . call it’ Sybil pretended to be groping for the right words. “However, I've been cautioned not to discuss it, for the time being.” "Bob reached for a ciggret. “Your uncle told me he was selling bonds,” he contradicted mildly. ‘Mr. Hendry seemed quite pleased about it.” = ” x ; YBIL was not dismayed. “There's a certain amount of selling in the work, I suppose.” She laughed lightly, accepting a cigaret as Bob passed them. “Really, Bob, you mustn't ask me. When it comes down to business, I don't understand one detail from another. More coffee, Joan?” Joan looked up suddenly and met Sybil’s eyes. “No thank you,” she said with! perfect composure. “One cup is quite enough.” “But that was only a demitasse.” “It was plenty. nevertheless.” She smiled, to soften the refusal. Sybil’s laugh rang out prettily. “You're not afraid of coffee keeping you -wake at night, are you?” she asked gayly. “Not at all.” -“I should hope not. A lovely young girl like you could hardly have anything on her mind sufficient to keep her awake nights.” Bob grinned. “Not while sie has me to dream about,” he suggested happily. Joan fought to maintain her composure. Was LD a that had taken Philip to|Chicago and then to Seattle? Was Sybil telling the truth about his new job? Or was it a survey for Sybil that he was making—or for Mr. Hendry—a ‘survey into the background of Joan! Barrett? ? n ” 2 T seemed almost as if Sybil were trying to tell her that. To frighten her away, perhaps, and leave the field clear for her conquest of Bob. But she would not be frightened. Let Philip survey Seattle, if he must. Dorothy Starke could offset any stories that he might bring back; . . Out in the hallway, the telephonex rang, and Joan heard Jennings answer it. A moment later he appeared at the door: “Long distance for vou, Miss Sybil,” he annoynced. . Sybil rose quickly. “That may be Philip now,” she rémarked. . . .|f “Will you both excuse me?” When she returned. to the living room several minutes later, there was a malevolent gleam in her eyes. She looked straight at Joan as she said: “It was Philip, phoning from| S~+ Francisco. And he told 1ae| that he's just unearthed some choice gossip!” . Joan paled. Now she was certain about Philip’s survey. ” ” a2 CHAPTER TWENTY

OR the first few moments fol-| F lowing Sybil's announcem-~ng, Joan wanted to get up and run from the house. Her heart died] within ‘her breast, and she prayed that a bolt from the sky might kill | her, too. Yet she managed to hold herself terribly calm, as if these were her last minutes on earth, and | she had to go out with dignity. Somewhere in the blue and ivory living room, a clock ticked off the seconds, and Joan knew a {frantic . hope that it might be too late for Sybil to tell the story with adequate emphasis. She would not want it to lose iis effectiveness upon Bob by rushing ‘hrough it. Joan) felt that she could bear anything rather than see the look in his eyes) when he heard it. If only he might get on the train to Washington first . . . ] At the moment, however, he was mildly curious. yr 8

“xO Philip is in San Francisco,” S he remarked. “He seems to have a pretty wide territory for his survey. What's the gossip, Sybil?” Sybil laughed with delight. “Oh, I can’t tell you, Bob,” she said archly. “Net yet.” John breathed with infinite relief. Perhaps. she thought, she will . make a bargain with me. A bargain. i wherein I shall promise io disapnear in return for her silence. If she plans to do that, then she will not speak of it now. She will wait until Boh has gone. She will wait. As the minutes slowly passed and Sybil said no more, Joan was sure that was her intention. What she | could not guess was that Philip had | merely phoned from his hotel in San Francisco to announce his arrival in that city, following the trail. “I'm getting warmer.” he had said. “It won't be long now.” And Sybil had amplified his words to amuse herself. nnn ; INALLY it was 10 o'clock and Bob was preparing to go, and Joan and Sybil were exchanging good-night pleasantries in meaningless but adequate phrases. Even in the few minutes that she was alone with Sybil upstairs in the rose and silver boudoir, there was nothing said. Not even when Sybil graciously retrieved the black kid gloves Joan had dropped, and their hands had met—Sybil's burning and feverish, and Joan's cold and clammy as death. Whatever was in Sybil’s mind, she gave no hint of it. She murmured only, to cover the confusion of the moment: “What lovely gloves, Joan! I like the petit-point trimming. . . .” And Bob, waiting at the foot of the stairs, smiling approvingly as they came down together. .It was great, he thought, that Joan and Sybil were hitting it off together so nicely. : " n ” RIVING the few blocks to the | Inn in Bob's roadster, Joan said her silent farewell to him. The words she might have said—the words which might. have expressed

: would understand, she told herself. In his heart he would realize why she was leaving him—why she was sacrificing their love now rather than have its fine bright flame turn to bitter ashes as they tried to live together under the shadow of the past. He would understand, and he would cherish the memory of their brief happiness. Nothing that Sybil might tell him could tarnish that memory. Whatever the world thought of Joan Barrett, he would know that she had possessed courage and strength and honor, Bob chatted on, all oblivious to the tumult within her, because now, after she had steeled herself to meet the first shock, she found that her actions obeyed her will more easily. ” ” ” HEY found Mr. Hendry and Norton in the grill, chatting amiably over brandy and soda. And even with the pressure of her own tragedy overwhelming her, Joan felt a moment of concern lest the two men become a little garrulous and drop some careless remark about the money in Mr. Hendry’s possession. Norton's words, as she and Bob came upon them, gave rise to a greater foundation for her fears. ¢ . . in those days, you old softie,” he was saying to Mr. Hendry, “we thought nothing of having our entire fortune in our pockets—a few gold nuggets tied up in a dirty handkerchief. All this talk of thieves and rokbers—bosh! Don't be an old woman, John!” He laughed boisterously, and his manner attracted attention. He rose quickly and gallantly, however, as he saw Joan approaching their table. ; “If it isn’t our little Sunshine Girl!” he said blusteringly. “Ask her to join us, John. I don’t have a convincing way with the ladies. Here's a chair, my dear!” He drew it out for her with exaggerated chivalry. Then, seeing Bob in her wake, he added carelessly: “Oh, hello, Andrews.”

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4 ELLO, Mr. Norton. - I wonder if I might leave Miss Barrett with you for just a moment while I talk to Mr. Hendry?” “Nothing would please more.” Norton smiled with satisfaction, and he resumed his seat quickly. “Run along, both.of you, and don't hurry back.” “Nonsense!” Mr. Hendry objected. “Bring up a chair, Bob. We'll thrash ‘our probléms out right here. Bless my soul, I never had a secret from Charley Norton. Never in my life. Brandy for you, Bob?” “No. thank you, sir. I have to hurry a bit, I'm afraid.” He sat down with them. “How about something 6 for you, young lady? Glass of wine? No. I have it—a little champagne?” Joan protested quickly. “No, Mr. Hendry. No, thank you. Nothing at all, please.” 2 “We just had a very excellent dinner at Sybil's,” Bob explained. “We mustn't spoil the effect of it so soon. . .. Now, about this Washington business, Mr. Hendry.”

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OR a few moments they talked, and Joan was left to the rugged pleasantries of Mr. Norton. Curicusly, he no longer bothered her. Nothing so trivial as an overly attentive Mr. Norton could ever bother her again. She was numb Lo the ordinary sensations of annoyance or enjoyment. Bob rose presently, consulting his watch. “It’s nearly 10:30,” he remarked.

“I've just time to run upstairs and

throw a few things into a bag. must catch that 11:10 train from here in order to make connections at

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Pennsylvania station. Will you take care of her?” Hendry chuckled. “Bless my soul! Didn't I find her for you in the first place, you young ingrate?” : After Bob left them, Norton also considered the time. “John,” he said presently, “I think I might as well get that 11:10 train, too.” ” ” s ON'T do that, Charley,” Hendry objected. “Why not stay in Gre2n Hil's for the night? I can put you up.” “No, thanks, John. I get to New York seldom enough, and when I do I like to sleep with Broadway ringing in my ears. Unless,” he added, “you need a stout feller

like me for protection tonight—" He laughed insinuatingly. “Shush, Charley! You're a reckless fool!” Joan looked about the grill with a conspicuous gesture, seeking a way to divert Norton's attention. In a few moments, everybody in the grill would know just. how much money Mr. Hendry had with him. Norton noticed the gesture. “Looking for the waiter?” he asked. “I'll call him.” “No,” Joan interrupted. “Don’t get him—I thought I recognized a friend's voice, but I don't seem to see her... .” 3 = 2 n T that moment, as if in answer to her silent wish, she did hear the merry laugh of Dorothy Starke in the corridor beyond the grill. The next instant, Dorothy entered. Joan waved to her, “Will you excuse me, Mr. Heudry?” she pleaded. “It is my friend, as I thought. I'd like to speak to her a moment. . . .” “Run along, my dear. Run along.” Joan's panic was mirrored in her face as she dragged Dorothy. off to a deserted corner of the dressing room. “Are you alone, Dorothy? Did I break up-a party?” she asked nervously. “Not at all. I've just been playing bridge with Millie and Jim Sanders and a very dull young man. . . . What in the world is the trouble, Joan? Have you seen another host?” \ She looked anxiously into Joan's eyes. “It's Sybil,” Joan whispered. “She knows. She knows everything.” “Who said so?” - fk Aa SE “QHE did—practically.” Joan repeated Sybil's peculiar remarks about Philip's secret survey. “I'm sure it has to do with me, Dorothy. He went to Chicago first—then to. Seattle. That seems more than coincidence. And tonight he called up from San Francisce with some choice gossip. Those were Sybil's exact words . . .” “That doesn't prove anything,” Dorothy said severely. But she was frowning, nevertheless. “Where's Bob now?” “Upstairs, packing a bag. He's leaving for Washington immediately. Dorothy, that's the only thing I'm grateful for. He doesn’t know vet. . .He won't know—until I've gone... 2 Dorothy’s frown deepened, but she ‘realized that this was not the moment to argue, “Keep your chin up, Joan,” she said instead, “until we put him safely on the train. Or would you rather be alone—" “No, come to the station with us. That Mr. Norton is taking the same train, too. We wouldn't be alone, anyway.” “All right, I will. Come now, you need powder on your nose. And a ittle lipstick—Joan, even your lips re white! Darling, don’t tremble 50 . 2

(To Be. Continued)

Daily Short Story

FOR ART'S SAKE~-By Barbara Leigh

LL the way dcwniown, Bill rehearsed the speech he'd make to- Marion Marvern, art director for the Pinnacle Advertising Agency. Not rude, but terse. He wouldn't hurt, her feelings, but he'd let her know that William Gardner painted beautiful girls for magazine covers —not kids to advertise Miracle Mush! The nerve of her! Her first letter had said that the Miracle Breakfast Food Co. was starting a new series of advertisements and would like for him to do the art. A model had been selected, and would he come to the agency's offices for a conference? The impudence of the woman, {aking his consent for granted! Didn't she know that his days of doing ads were past? At first, he’d thought of ignoring that one, too, but then, he’d changed his mind "and had written her a ‘curt note, saying that he would keep the appointment. He'd better settle the matter in person.

x x n .EACHING the _ agency, he barged through the empty reception room, and quiekly spotted a door lettered “Marion Marvern, Art Director.” He glanced at it. It was also lettered ‘Private,” but Bill ignored that. All his wrath was in the gesture with which he flung open the door. Then he stopped short. He'd expected to come face to face with an aggressive female with a jutting chin. Instead, he found himself gazing at a vision of beauty seated behind the desk. . “You must be Mr. Gardner,” she said, with a smile that made him dizzy. > | “I am!” he replied, so sharply that he startled her. “I just came to tell you, Miss Marvern, that I refuse your offer.” “Oh!” she said, evidently taken aback by his vehemence. She hesitated, then said, “May I ask why?” “You may have heard,” he said grandly, “that I now specialize in magazine covers. I wouldn't have time for smaller commissions.”

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FP HAT silenced her for the moment. Golly, but she was pretty! He'd like to paint her in sports clothes against a sky-blue background. Or in black velvet against a brocaded tapestry. But she'd look grand in any setting! | “But it's not a small commission,” she was saying. “Please!” Bill raised a protesting hand. “Let’s not discuss the subject

the depth of her love for him—she oo not bring to ber lips. He

further.”

“Perhaps, if you saw the model—” “No,” he said firmly. “I've done kids before. They wiggle. They vell. They mix up my paints. And I've seen breakfast-food ads—toothless little boys grinning over their mush—freckled little girls ditto. I hope you won't think me boastful if I say that my art has progressed beyond that!” “I see.” Her beautifully manicured nails tattooed the desk, and her eyes glinted. For the first time in years, Bill found himself looking dat a girl as a girl, and not as a model. Eyes narrowing, she leaned across the desk. “William Gardner,” she said, emphasizing each syllable, “you're a conceited idiot!” “Success has gone to your head;” she continued. “You'd have starved, most likely, if it hadn’t been ‘for those kids you once painted, but now sneer at. Now that you've become famous, you're insufferable! Refuse the breakfast-food offer if you like, but don’t blame it on your art!”

” ” ” ILL glared. No woman could talk to him like that! He opened his mouth to flood her vith the molten lava of his wrath. But, .in the split second before he spoke, something happened to him. His sense of humor, long absent, came back. “You're perfectly right,” he said, and grinned at her amazement. “Absolutely! I drank the water of

obscurity so long, that the wine of |’

fame went to my head.” He thought that rather good. It was the girl, though. She inspired him. “Tell you what, Miss Marvern, I'll do your ads. Bring on your models!’ And when they muss up my paints, I'll kiss ‘em and give ’em lollipops!” The newcomer beamed, and extended a hand to Bill. “Mr. Gardner, I presume. Sorry to keep you two waiting.” Bill gaped at him. “I'm afraid I don’t—"” He turned inquiringly toward the girl, who had risen from the desk. “This,” she said, twin imps in her eyes, “is Mr. Marion Mavern, the art director. .I was just using his phone while I waited. T am Betty Brown, the model picked for the role of the young mother who feeds her children Miracle Breakfast Food. I've all my teeth, I don’t play with paints, and my freckles disappeared years ago. But,” she finished demurely, “I adore lollipops!” THE END.

1937. by _ United Feature Syndicate, Inc.)

The characters in this story are fictitious.

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