Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 7 August 1937 — Page 15
THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES
SATURDAY, AUG. 7, 1937
CAST OF CHARACTERS
JUD! IRVING, ; best dressed woman, heroine, America’s
PHILIP IRVING, ’ husband. Judith’s estranged
MARTA ROGERS, Judith’s rival,
BRUCE KNIGHT, author, Judith's old classmate.
MILLICENT BAYNE, Bruce's protege.
Yesterday: Safe at a Colorade ranch house, Judith meets Mark Price. She suspicions romantic tendencies when Mark asks to talk to her alone. Then he tells her, “It's something quite different.”
CHAPTER NINE S Judith waited for Mark Price to state his request, she wondered what he could have to say to her. Unless he was in love with Millicent and wished her aid in promoting his suit, she could think of no help she might render him. He had not pursued Millicent, though. “Is there any place you must be in July?” he asked. There was—Reno—but she said: “Not particularly.” “Then you're going to listen to me! You wear clothes like nobody’s business! Oh yes you do. I've noticed you in these white ducks. And the gay shirts. You give them a rhythm, a dare, a challenge! Lord, what wouldn't you do to an evening gown! “you've never heard of me. You wouldn’t, for you don’t follow the fashion pages. I'm Paul Price, a designer, just getting my start, 1 had a bum lung last year and had ta leave and come out here. But now I'm going back for a real debut. I'm to have a part in the biggest fall showing. And you— Mrs. Irving, will you model for me? I'm made if you do. Made!”
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UDITH didn’t want to laugh. J The sound came out without volition. It burst from her lips and went on and on and on. She tried to stop it but she couldn't, If swept across the porch and up the road. She put both hands over her mouth. She had thought he liked her for herself. Liked her for her fun and laughter. All he wanted was to
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be famous. He didn’t know who she was! Mark Price did not understand the reason for Judith’s mirth. «I know my request is something of a shock,” he said. “I can see vou don’t know much about clothes, running around in these things, but vou wear them like a million dollars. You have the figure, the grace, the carriage, the gestures. Your rhythm shows in your dancing, too.” So she didn’t know much about clothes—Judith’s laughter halted in sheer amazement. This young man wanted her to model in his show. He expected her to display clothes rather than buy them. Well, why not? After all, she couldn't be among the customers much longer. This would provide an income. Clothes were her forte. Eventually she might achieve a partnership with Mark Price. “What must I do?” she asked.
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” EAR four creations in the show. These nitwits of 17 and 18, who haven't an ounce of personality, show off the deb things, but when it comes to clothes with appeal and charm for a woman of, say, 28 or 30 or even 35, what kind of models do we get? None! A real frock hasn't a chance to be displayed well. Now with you—" As he talked Judith knew that he was seeing the runway, hearing the lilt of the violins and the cello, watching her advance to meet the widening applause. She saw more than the young man did. She caught the amazement in the audience as she appeared. This boy would have more publicity than ever he had dreamed. “I'll do it on one condition,” she
said. “And that is?” “That my name be kept out of it until the actual appearance. Is it a bargain?” “It is!” They shook hands solemnly. » 2 » ILLICENT'S voice, gay and surprised, interrupted. “Judy darling, the village just telephoned. “The train from the East brought the ranch a visitor who is hunting for us. He's on his way here now —-do you think—do you suppose a»
Judy asked the question, too, but she was thinking of a name that didn’t concern Millicent. Down the road lights of a car were visible, though the distance to be covered measured several miles as yet. Perhaps Phil had come! It wasn't Phil who presently alighted from that car. It was Bruce. He didn’t say much, but his eyes were warm and tender as they watched Millicent. “I came as soon as the show closed,” he said. “Why did you go away?” Judith, sick with disappointment because she had dared to hope for an impossible fulfillment, went back to the veranda and Mark Price. He told her he was leaving for New York shortly to lay his plans for the fall show. She was to follow soon for modeling.
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RUCE stayed on for another week. One evening a party from the ranch drove into the village to buy ice cream and see a movie, Bruce had a package of newspapers from the east. He opened the first one and Judith saw him start. “What is it?” she asked. He held out the paper to her. It was her own picture that occupied three columns of the page and Bruce's was an insert. She read the head: “Actor Rushes to Best Dressed Woman.” Then there followed a story of Judith’s departure for Reno, the airplane’s enforced landing, and a surmise that Bruce was her reason for the journey to Nevada. “Don’t worry about this,” Bruce was saying. “I'll wire my press agent to correct the story. Millicent and I aren’t wasting any time about getting married. I can make them understand why I came west.” But Judith didn’t reply. Somehow she wasn’t sure now whether she cared or not.
» ” 2 T the postoffice next day Judith received a letter from Anne, It began: ‘Judy, you fool-
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ish simpleton, why did you take the man up on it? Phil is too good for the rattle-brained Marta. I saw him with her last night. She was a creature glorious in white chiffon edged with silver, wherever there was anything to edge. Somebody had given her some pearls— simple but good—and she thought she was Cinderella with a time leave.
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got caught in the storm Phil heard about it before I did and called me twice during the half hour you were battling the high winds. He sounded like a worried husband. No doubt he wants a divorce and will marry Marta and be dreadfully unhappy and blame it all on you for not holding on to him. Men alvays blame women for everything, my dear. We might just as well steal the pudding as be scolded for it. Marta will manage to get half of Phil's money, too. Anyway, why not come home for a while?” ” = ” UDITH tore the letter into small pieces and walked back into the postoffice to deposit the pieces in the wastepaper basket. There was a note in the mail, too, from Phil's lawyer, who was an old friend, since Phil did not want his own firm to handle this private case. It was a curt note. Reservations in Reno awaited her, she read, and it was advisable for her to take up an immediate residence in that city. Money would be sent to her regularly. Judith stayed awake late that night, thinking. If she went to Reno, she couldn't take part in the fall showings that came early in August. She realized that she was glad for the delay. She did not want to hasten the divorce proceedings. She had no pride, she admitted. No pride at all. She was glad that as long as Phil was bound to her by ring and book he could not marry Marta. Always before she had censured women who held their men unwillingly.
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She finally went to sleep. A knock at the door awakened her. “Telephone, Mrs. Irving,’ a voice called. She picked up the navy robe of heavy satin, slipped her feet into moccasins she had bought at an Indian settlement one day, and went downstairs to the telephone. It would be the New York press or Phil's attorney calling her, she supsed. It wasn’t. It was Phil “Judith, you aren't being fair,” he began. Her heart that had missed a beat in happiness lost it again. “Not fair, Phil?” ” ” ” “$7 OU promised to go to Reno— and you are spending your time on a ranch. And this—this business of Bruce Knight. Why hadn't you told me?” He was a husband whose sense of pride nad possession were hurt. He didn’t want Judith but he didn’t want anyone else to have her. She caught it all and the frightening tension broke. He was not entirely indifferent, then. “Bruce came to see Millicent. He's marrying her,” explained. “He is?” “Yes, soon. The papers will carry it tomorrow.” “Wait a second, Judy.” She knew that he turned to relay the information to someone beyond. So she could not have even this moment, with the long miles between. Marta had to be there. When Phil said again: “Judy?” she asked, “Is Marta there, Phil? Did she ask you to call?” “Yes,” he answered, reluctantly. “Is she worried because I'm delaying?” “Yes—I mean . . . Judith, that has nothing to do with the subject.” “Yes, it does, Phil, dear. Everything! It's Marta, not you, who called to hurt me. You couldn't be so unkind, Phil.” He ignored that. His voice became a small boy’s aggrieved shout. “Will you go to Reno?” Judith quietly hung up.
(To Be Contniued)
Daily Short Story
SMART DOG—By W. S. Shatto
LD JOE SIMPSON leaned contentedly back in his chair outside the door of his gas station. There wasn’t much business after dark, but Old Joe kept open just the same. He sort of enjoyed it, he said. He'd sit in his rocking chair outside and smoke his pipe and watch the stars and fireflies. His collie dog, Don, would sleep at his feet and the sheriff's cat would come to visit him from across the road, It was 10 o'clock—the best time of night. The stars were out—myriads of them—and the whippoorwills were throbbing in the swamp behind the station. -He was actually sorry when a long, blue roadster coasted up to the gas pump and interrupted his reverie.
He got up though and walked leisurely over to the car. There was only one occupant in if, a slim young fellow in a dark blue suit and light hat. He hopped out quickly on the far side of the car and came around to the pump.
* OW many?” asked Old Joe in his soft voice. The young man did not answer. He stared into old Joe's mild eyes for a moment. Then he snapped out a blue steel automatic. “This is a stickup, granddad,” he snapped, “Get in the station. And keep your mouth shut.” Joe Simpson shook his gray head sadly. “You fellers are gettin’ awful thick,” he said. “You're the fourth one this summer.” “Get in the station,” he growled, “and open the safe.” “There ain’t no safe. cash register.” “Open it up.” Old Joe Simpson shrugged his shoulders. He led the young man into the station and pressed a key on the cash register. The drawer flew open. “Ain't so much in it, son,” he said apologetically, as if to break the bad news. The young man looked with disgust at the single dollar bill, the few quarters and the handful of nickels and pennies. “Where is it?” he threatened, prodding the old man in the ribs with the gun. “Where do you keep it? Speak up!”
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“y DON'T keep it, son,” said old Joe softly. “I send it out as soon as I get it.” “Boloney! I been watchin’ this place since sundown. You done a lot of business a while back, and you ain't been out.” Joe Simpson smiled. “The dog takes it out,” he said calmly. “I'll show you, son.” He whistled. The big brown and white collie woke up instantly and trotted into the station. “Watch this, son,” Joe said. He tore a slip of plaifh white paper from a tablet on the desk. He rolled it up and put it into the dog’s mouth. “Take it to Jim, Don,” he ordered. The collie gave a delighted little jump. Holding the paper between his jaws, he went out of the door and disappeared into the darkness. “That's where the money goes,” said old Joe Simpson. “Do you believe me now?” “Where does he take it to?” “Down the road a piece. To my brother-in-law’s house.”
T= young man went to the cash register and snatched out the lone dollar bill. Then he turned on old Joe with a black scowl. “You're kiddin’ me, granddad. The money’s hid right here somewhere” “Look around, son, if you want. You won't find nothin’.” Clumsily the young man searched the little room, pulling out drawers, overturning oil cans, rummaging among the tires and spare parts. While he was still busy the collie frolicked back through the door and put his muzzle into the old man’s hand. Old Joe stroked his head gently and spoke to him softly. “Good dog!” he said. At last, with a muttered curse, the ~ A 1 - » aw ~ an .
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young man put his gun in his pocket and started back to“the car. Joe followed close behind him. “No hard feelin’s, son,” he said. “We all got our trades, I guess.” The young man didn’t answer. He rounded the front of the car. Then he stopped abruptly. “Put ’em up!” commanded a deep bass voice. » 2 ”
N the shadow of the car was a stocky, powerful man. He wore knee boots and a silver badge shone brightly on his vest. He jabbed an old-fashioned six-shooter into the young man’s ribs. The robber raised his hands. ge his gun, Joe,” said the sherOld Joe trotted around the car and took the automatic fram the young man’s pocket. The sheriff passed him a pair of handcuffs, He reached up and shapped them neatly over the young man’s wrists. The sheriff lowered his gun and laughed deep in his throat. “Pretty good, Joe,” he chuckled. “That's four of 'em you've got this summer. Old Joe Simpson smiled and patted the collie’s silken head. “Yep,” he said, “we got ’em all. Me an’ my dog. Gimme that paper, Jim.”
TT sheriff handed over the slip of plain white paper. It was the very same slip the collie had carried in his mouth. Old Joe Simpson looked at the young man regretfully. “You need a long vacation, son,” he said. “You ain't quite smart enough for the stickup trade.” He unrolled the paper and showed it to him. Then he turned 7 and showed him the other side. “See!” he said softly. “Nothin’
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I DON'T WANT TO GET THE LAD HOPPED UP ABOUT IT UNTIL I LEARN MORE ABOUT HIM! NO USE GETTING HIM All EXCITED ABOUT A BIG CHANCE , AND “THEN LETTING HIM Down !!
THERE HE COMES AGAIN=ATEARIN’ ALONG AS USUAL~ BUT=THERE'S NO USE GIT TIN" MHOPES UP. EVERY TIME HE BR COMES T'TH' HOUSE, HE SCOOTS De PAST IT.
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on it. Nothin’ at all. But that means for Jim to hurry right over.”
THE END
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