Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 12 August 1937 — Page 25

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BY IDA RINER GLEASON

CHAPTER ONE

ATHLEEN O'SHAN, head tossed back to face a sudden summer breeze, ran up the flight of rough stone steps to her studio, and butted smack into the janitor, who was sweeping. “Oh Pat, I'm sorry!” she exlaimed. “Did—did I hurt you?” “Ye didn't damage a thing, Miss Kathy, but me smoke.” A smile wvreathed the little man’s ruddy, Iried-apple face. He retrieved his stubby pipe from the grass beside the walk. “A washin’ won't be hurtin’ it now, I'm thinkin’. Got a lot 0° rhymes to write today? Ye seem in a great hurry.” His shrewd squinting eyes noted her strained frown. “Yes. I've got to write a loc whether I have them or not. That rent’s almost due again you know, but it's awfully hard to think about love this kind of weather.” She pulled off her beret and let the wind whip her black curls as though it might bring her an idea.

2 2 n ER blue eyes with their long curling black lashes gave her face an appealing look, which made the old Irishman say reassuringly:

“Sure, now, Miss Kathy, it’s the |

good saints thimselves will be havin’

ye under their care. Don’t ye be worryin’ yer pretty head none.” He grasped the broom and attacked the steps as though he were disposing of all earthly cares. But after the door closed behind the girl, he stood in deep thought for a moment, his thick finger tamping down the tobacco in his pipe. Then he shook his head worriedly and glanced at Kathleen's window where he could see her already bending over her desk. “It’s too young she is to be fightin’ against the world all alone. Thim little rhymes she writes don’t pay more than enough to keep body and soul together. I wish—" " 2 u

IS thoughts were interrupted by a high-piiched voice above his head, as a young woman, with an amazing shock of fuzzy platinum blond hair, leaned from a window. “Patrick, I want vou to come up

and move my couch. I just can't abide it where it is! My nerves are all ajangle looking at that north wall. Hurry!” “Sure, and I'll be tearin’ me shirt now, Miss, to git there,” answered the janitor soberly. Then as the window banged shut, he shrugged and leisurely went back to this sweeping, muttering, “She said the same thing last wake whin I moved that couch, and she’ll be sayin’ it agin nixt wake whin I move it. If the gurl would try combin’ her hair now, it might help her nerves. Thim artists she runs with callin’ her the Duchess, has got her to thinkin’ she really is one to be orderin’ folks about like she had a right to.” When the upstairs window was jerked open again, Pat finally dropped his broom and stumped up the steps. He knocked on the door of the studio directly above Kathleen’s. = 2 un

Y OU certainly tock your time, Patrick,” the Duchess addressed him in a scathing tone as she let him in. She pointed a long amber cigaret holder at him accusingly. She was dressed in black satin pa‘amas topped by a gold embroidered Mandarin coat. This made her * nnaturally light hair and hard young face look especially artificial. Pat gave her a quizzical grin. “Sure, Miss, it’s meself now who's seen the time whin I'd bounce right up if the gurls called, but I ain't as Spry as I used ter be. Where ye think ye'd be wantin’ that couch?” He looked disdainfully about the huge cluttered room. It had been the ballroom of the old mansion, that was now the studio apartment house. Except for one small studio, it extended across the entire top fioor. ” ”n ” HE Duchess went in for surrealist painting on an extensive scale. Fantastic canvases liged the walls and leaned at all angles against odd pieces of furniture. Weird, shrieking colors ran rampant in vivid daubs of paint, the draperies and the rugs, giving the place a feverish, maniacal aspect. “It's a big pain in me neck,” is the way Pat had described the studio to Kathleen once. “And the same goes for that gurl and her rummy friends. Watch yer step row, Miss Kathy, around her. She ain’t for the loikes 0’ ve.” “Oh I'm much too busy during the day to have time to get very well acquainted with the who have studios in the house, Pat,” Kathleen told him. “Besides, they all go home at night, so I never have a chance to be very friendly with them. Sometimes I think it would be nice to have someone to talk to. It wouldn’t be so lonesome and, well —it’s kind of scary staying alone n the building. It’s so old it reaks. Often I imagine I can sar footsteps upstairs, when I wow it’s empty.” ” » ” = IKELY as not it's thim pictures —4 0’ the Duchess doin’ a jig or nething,” Pat replied with a rug. “They look like bad dreams | right, all right.” But after that conversation, Pat id moved a cot into the baseent storage room for himself, stead of staying at his brother's yoming house, where all his old ronies were wont to gather. “The owner thinks ‘taint safe to ye lavin' the place so unoccupied it night,” he explained to Kathsen. “So if ye hear any trompin round from now on, it's me.” He lid not add that he had never jpoken to the owner of the buildng in all the time he had worked here, but dealt entirely with his gent, who rarely bothered his head hout anything. . If Pat was not so comfortable in ody because of this self-imposed srangement, at least his mind was set at rest about the little girl in studio number one. He wasn’t going to have her getting all upset by seny creaks if he could help it, any anore than he was going to let her get too friendly with the Duchess and her friends. If he could only find some nice young fellew for her “to date, he would have felt better «satisfied yet, but so far, none of the ‘fenants of the building had come

“up-to his standard.

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ATHLEEN, herself, was entirely | unconscious of the anxiety she was causing her Irish friend. He was very careful to be always quite casual and unconcerned when he | was talking with her. She would | have been surprised to know why he so anxiously scrutinized every new | tenant who moved in. | Then the very small studio across from the Duchess’s big one was taken. Kathleen realized this first when she saw a black and white terrier go pelting past her up the stairs, and heard him scratch at a door which was promptly opened for him. Soon a typewriter, a steel filing cabinet and a big table were carried in. These seemed to belong to a tall, young man, with fair hair and nice upturned smile, who addressed the dog as Schmatz.

dow, wondering who he could be and | what kind of work he did. “I'll ask | Pat the first time I see him,” she | promised herself and turned back to her desk. n n ” PAE himself lost no time looking over the tenant. “About that dog now,” he began. “I don’t know what the agent will say. He—"

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“Why bother to tell him? What | he doesn’t know won't worry him,” | the young man answered with a grin. “I'll promise good behavior— | no barks on the part of Schmatz | The little rascal’s lots of company | for me. I don’t know anybody here. | I've just come to the city you know. | You wouldn't make me get rid of | him would you?” Pat decided he liked his friendly manner, “Well, we'll be tryin’ the pup out,” he promised, leaning over to rub the dog’s ears. “What'd | ye say yer name was iow, Wipe] r—" | “McTavish, Bob McTavish. I; write detective yarns for a living.” | “Oh ye do.” Pat carefully filled ! his pipe while he reflected how well | the stranger’s fair hair would go | | with Kathleen's black curls. What | a foine lookin’ couple they'd be | makin’ now. He lighted the pipe | and remarked, “I suppose ve wouldn't be mindin’ meeting some ither writers thin?” | “Well, T don't know,” | him doubtfully. “Why?” “Jist wonderin.” One

Bob told |

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eyes closed to shut out the cloud of smoke that wreathed upward from his pipe.

Daily Short Story

BRAZIL NUT—By Anthony Lane

HEN Carlos Mendez arrived from South America, the big boss gave Johnny Mason his orders. “His contract's up,” growled the old man, “and you're the bright boy to see that he renews it. Show this Brazil nut around. Go the limit, and just let some other outfit snag his business and it’s the soup kitchens for you.” So Johnny had to be good, keep his big hands in his pockets, while his knuckles itched as if they had poison ivy. It was on account of Johnny's girl. A gigolo like Carlos | would have been stale spinach to [Johnny in any event, and towing | him around the night spots wasn't |any vacation, But when Carlos decided to turn the Latin heat on Clara, the blood of Irish ancestors began to simmer. On the fifth night, after taking in several night clubs, Carlos suggested, “An’ now, my two very good friends, we shall again go to the Sky Garden, eh?” “Listen,” protested Jonnny. “We've been to that joint for four nights running. Are you part owner or—"

8 ”n ”n “ JOHNNY,” broke in Clara, “don't be like that. Carlos is our guest, you know.” “It is so beautiful there,” sighed Carlos. ‘The stars, Clara, they reflect in your beautiful eyes.” Johnny lost some tooth enamel over that | one and groaned inwardly as he remembered the boss’ orders. “Get that contract, or else.” They were seated just as Rosalita, the Spanish dancer, started her routine. Johnny had an inspiraticn. | Maybe if he flirted with Rosalita. | He'd try it anyway. The girl neared | their table, her lithe body swaying | with the rhythm of “La Cucaracha.” Johnny flashed her his best Irish smile, which suddenly turned upsidc down when Rosalita moved closer to Carlos, placed her dark face close to his and almost hissed the lyrics of the song into his ears. ” n n OHNNY'S eyes opened wider when he saw Carlos paying no attention to the dancer. He didn’t "even look up, but instead leaned closer to Clara and whisp red some= thing, after which they both laughed. Rosalita ripped out <omething 1m Spanish and glided away, anger smoidering in her dark eyes. The pay-off occurred the following night. Johnny was shaving when his telephone jingled. “Johnny dear.” It was Clara. “I do hope | you're not going to be angry, tut I'm goin2 out with Carlos tonight.” “But—but the three of us—we.” “No, aione, Johnny, He asked me as a special favor. He has something nnportant to tell me. You don't mind. do you? G'by, Johnny.” “Hey, wait—I ” But the had hung up. Slowly Johnny replaced the receiver on the hook. Conflicting thoughts danced arouna in his | brain and banged into cach other, (and the friction caused heat. In | 30 seconds Johnny was boiling. | They wouldn't get away with this. In a frenzy he shaved, changed, ran | downstairs and leaped into a cab. | “Sky Gardens,” Le said.

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E cooled slightly by the time he arrived. He had remembered the contract. He threw his hat and coat at’ the check girl and growled to the head waiter, “A table in a corner where it's dark.” He waited for an hour in the shadows before they came in. Rosalita was just finishing her turn as Carlos escorted Clara to a table near the dance floor. They sat close together, talking animatedly. Johnny gripped the table until his knuckles were white as Carlos seemed to caress the girl with his gestures. He wished that he could control himself, step over to their table and sit down nonchalantly, but knew that he couldn't. He wasnt made that way. The music began, relieving the tension slightly. Dancers began to fill the floor. Johnny watched grimly as Clara and Carlos rose Now they were dancing, beautifully, smoothly. Their animation was in- | creasing. Johnny, watching closely, | could see that. Presently they were swinging swiftly around the floor. The other dancers appeared clumsy by comparison, and gradually drew oT to the sidelines to watch. The orchestra leader smiled encouragingly and whipped his musicians to increased fervor. They Whirled, dipped, swayed in abandoned rhythm. Johnny knew that Clara was a good dancer, but with Carlos as a partner she was a marvel. It didn’t help his disposition.

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UDDENLY it was over and they were greeted with deafening applause. They bowed, and when Carlos leaned over and kissed Clara [full on the mouth, something 'snapped in Johnny's brain. He moved. i Three leaps took him to the dance | floor. Two more and hgs fist crunched into an oMve-tinted jaw. Johnny

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forgot his contract, his job, Clara, | everything. All he thought of was | smearing Carlos. And smear him he did. Carlos came up again, but only | for a second. Dimly, Johnny heard voices shouting at him. Many hands seized and drew him back. Through dazed eyes he saw a girl bending over Carlos’ prostrate form. Clara— |

no it wasn't Clara. It was—Rosalita, | the dancer. Carlos’ sleek head was | cradled in her arms and she was | sobbing, “Carlos . . . darling Carlos. | I will come back with you. I will you. I promise. My poor Carlos.” “Johnny! Johnny. look at Clara was tugging at his arm. Johnny blinked. “I—I'm honey, I—-" ”n n ” i “ JOHNNY, you were jealous. You should have known——" Carlos ran toward them, dragging Rosalita. He was smiling and his hand was outstretched. “Johnny, I am grateful. T am so happy. You and Clara, you have helped me to have the one girl in the world that I love. For two vear I have try tec make her come | back with me to Brazil, and now |—she has promise. Oh, I am so grateful.” Johnny pushed through to the checkroom, Clara behind him. | don’t get this, Clara. What's it all about?” “Johnny, you are stupid. Don't you realize that all this was arranged to make Rosalita jealous? He's been trying for a year to get her to marry him and go back to Brazil.” The waiter handed Johnny his check. The check reminded Johnny | of money. And money reminded | him of something else. “Clara,” he yelled suddenly, grab- | bing her arm. ‘‘Come on, we've got | to catch them. The contract!” Clara smiled and opened her bag. “Here it is Johnny, signed and sealed. It was my price for acting |

the part of the other woman.” |

me.”

sorry, |

THE END

(Copyright. 1937 United Feature Syndicate)

I'he characters in this story are fictitious

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