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THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES

TUESDAY, AUG. 17, 1937)

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BY IDA RINER GLEASON

CAST OF CHARACTERS KATHLEEN O'SHAN-heroine, of greeting card verse, BOB McTAVISH—hero, detective story writer, PAT-the janitor who played Cupid. The DUCHESS-=patron of surrealist art. PROF. BRACEY-Egyptologist.

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Yesterday: Bob's suspicions are aroused when he meets Prof. Bracey. He feels he has seen the fellow before.

CHAPTER FIVE HE next Sunday Pat tramping down the muttering under his breath. Duchess was giving a cocktail party in her studio that afternoon and he had shifted every piece of furniture she owned not once but several times. “Faith, and it's too auld I'm gittin’ to be at the beck and call o sich a woman,” he told Schmatz as he went to open the outside door for him. “With all thim fool artists runnin’ wild up there, spillin’ stuff on the rugs and shaking ashes over the whole place, I'll be cleanin’ a week after. Why has she got to pull this party down here whin she’s got a place to live in uptown?" But Schmatz only blinked his bright black eves and looked expectantly at the door, then scampered out into the vard. “Onyway

came stairs,

it's glad I am Miss Kathy ain't |

mixin’ with thim folks.” Pat shut the door. “Her and Bob Mctavish maybe’ll—" Kathleen's door opening just | then put an end to his speculations. | “Good morning, Pat, going to be a hice day, isn't it?” she said. | Then she added with an excited | gleam in her eyes, “I'm awfully | glad, because I'm actually going to | a party. The Duchess asked me. | Wasn't that nice of her? The first | real party I will have attended | since I came.”

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OR a minute the little Irish-

man’s ready tongue seemed tied |

and absentmindedly he tamped | down the lighted tobacco in his pipe. Rubbing his burned Roger | on his pants, he began, “Now, Miss Kathy, ye aint lost a thing up | there. Mr. McTavish ain't goin’ | and--" “But he is, Pat. She invited him | too. Told him to bring Schmaty, | She said her friends would love him because they aren't a bit formal or stiff.” “Right she is,” Pat retorted. “It’s me will be stiff now, sweepin’ out after they get through. Better think agin, Miss Kathy, befome you go talkin’ up with thim artists.” Kathleen looked at him with a smile, “Pat, did you ever try to make rhymes all day long? Well, if you did, you'd be glad of something to break the monotony, too.” Pat couldn't think of any more arguments, so sent a sudden puff of smoke up from his pipe as though expressing his opinion of all artists and their goings-on. n 5 ” UT Kathleen did not let Pat's ideas about the party worry her. She was too much excited at the prospect. Thrilling new people in interesting surroundings and Bob among the guests were quite enough to give her eyes an eager brightness and make her glow with anticipation as she put on her prettiest dress. The Duchess’ big studio was well filled with people when Kathleen timidly knocked at the door. Immediately she was swept into a gay laughing group, as the Duchess told them here was one of her dear little friends from a studio downstairs. A tall glass was thrust into her hands, and almost at once she found herself sitting on a love seat between the dark mysterious-looking Professor Bracey, and a pale, ane-mic-looking poet, who called her “darling” because the Duchess had failed to mention her name. The room was extremely warm | and close, and the women wore any sort of garb, from slacks and barefoot sandals to diaphanous evening gowns. To Kathleen's unaccustomed eyes they seemed startling to say the least.

» ” 2 HE found herself agreeing with the janitor’s opinion of the Duchess’ guests, as she listened to the loud laughter and some of the remarks. A far cry from the dull jokes of Joe Williams and the staid Gloversville parties. What would Aunt Hattie think if she could see her now? She tried to focus her attention on what Prof. Bracey was saying. His heavy-lidded black eyes had a strange piercing light in them that made her vaguely uneasy. “I haven't seen you here before, my dear,” he was saying in a purring voice. “No,” she answered. “You see I haven't known our hostess so very long. I don’t go out much. It was so nice of her to ask me today.” He turned so he could look directly at her. “Not at all—not at gll. The Duchess is always looking for new sensations, and you must be a very new one to her. You can see for yourself you're totally different from the others here. You have youth and beauty. You're like a lotus bud on a quiet lake, a high priestess of the Nile.” » on ”n ATHLEEN jumped to her feet. She had just caught sight of Bob coming in, Schmatz at his heels. Murmuring something about seeing a friend, she made her way to them, glad to escape the professor and his outlandish comparisons. “Hello there!” she cried as he took ser hand. “I'm surely glad you're are. I was hoping you'd come. Let's nd some place where we can sit own.” The Duchess came rushing up and sok Bob's arm. “I do want you to see my latest picture,” she told him. “It's over here.” She did not include Kathleen, as she drew him away toward a secluded corner. “But Miss O'Shan,” Bob began. “Oh, she'll find plenty of people to visit,” said his hostess. “I'll be back in a minute,” Bob called over his shoulder, not knowing that he would not have a chance to talk to Kathleen for the rest of the afternoon. “See, there it is. It's called ‘Dream of Youth’.” The Duchess pointed to a canvas. “I'm going to exhibit it in the spring. How is it for color, tor . feeling, for mood? See, I'll set it here on the floor, against the wall. Close your eyes a little when you

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Finally he turned | vith a little laugh. “It’s all right, {I guess, dear lady. You see my work doesn't make me exactly appreciate all this. Hey, what's the [ matter?” The terrier had given a low growl. “You must excuse the [pup if he says he isn't used to this | kind ‘of art either.” | “It isn't your picture, Duchess, [but it's me the pesky little brute [doesn’t like,” said Prof. Bracey be‘hind them. “Why do some people [have to drag their snapping canines {along with them everywhere they

chaotic angles.

“Meaning just what, Professor?” [Bob asked, jerking around and | looking him squarely in the eye. His tone held a challenge. Prof. Bracey's thin lips showad a mirthless smile. “Oh, nothing of course, McTavish. Only it isn't safe to have dogs near such works of art, such lovely women, Who knows what minute he may take a notion [to bite something.” The Duchess shrugged. “Now stop | grouching about the dog and go on and tell Mr. McTavish about your old Egypt, if you must break up our tete-a-tete this way. I'll discuss—well, art perhaps, with you some other time, Bob dear.” She pouted (up at him coquettishly and with a ‘toss of her head walked away.

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OR a moment the two men eyed each other as though they were measuring swords, then

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Prof. | Bracey's glance fell, and Bob asked |

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“You have been to Egypt then?” “I am an Egyptologist,” the professor answered, then added in a bored tone, “An authority, some people are kind enough to think.” Bob's eyes brightened with interest. “Then you must be interested in Dr. Gabra’s work at Hermopolis?” “It was fair,” replied the profes-

sor evasively. Bob looked at him in amazement. “You've been there yourself?” Prof Bracey asked. ‘Yes, I've always been interested in the work Peyron, Schwartz, and some of those men have done, so got a job with an expedition so I could go take a look-see myself. We worked near the Temple of Sef. Uncovered an exceptional electrum scarab of the eighth and ninth dynasties, and a gold seal amulet of button form, very rare.” “Um,” answered the professor. He glanced out over the room. “Sometime we must have a talk about it, though I don’t usually discuss my, work with amateurs. They can't appreciate it.” He strolled | away. Bob looked after him with a sarcastic grin. “Says you! Schmatz, | that guy didn't even know what I was talking about, and I'll bet my | last dollar on it. He wasn't sure | | whether an electrum scarab was a! | pyramid or a buried temple. But if he's not a professor, what is he?”

(Te Be Continued)

Daily Short Story

THE SHY ONE—By Alice McBride

AN I get my hair waved, right away?” the world and the meekest looking little woman in the world behind the voice. She wore a drab-colored suit, pitifully shabby but scrupulously clean, and with a multiplicity of pockets that dated it far back. Like a shy, wild thing, half poised, hands fluttering swiftly, she looked up into the face of the tall proprietress of the Nadyce shop. That queenly personage added another inch to her height and another layer of ice to her already frigid voice and replied, “Bach person waits her turn.” And that, in a roomful of impatient women, did not look like sudden service.

The frozen voice again: you an appointment?”

“Oh, no, no.” The timid little voice was raised silghtly in nervous excitement. “I didn't even know 1 was coming half an hour ago and I've got to get home in about an hour. You see my father is coming visit us tonight and—and he hasn't seen me since I was married three years ago—and-—and he didn't like the man I married. And daddy was always so proud of my looks, specially my hair, and—and I've not had a wave in the whole three years, what with my baby coming and my husband not liking to spend money for foolishness—says he likes me as I am.” A timid smile accompanied the assertion. “But must hurry on. shop near where

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It was & size woman seated in a “and you can have my turn when it comes. Any woman who hasn't had a wave in three years—heavens—I have one every week, sometimes two.” “Oh, ‘oh.’ squeal. “You're so sweet. shouldn't take your turn. But think of having a wave every week; your husband must be a darling to let you. I used to have a wave often—before I married. After marriage, well, my husband has to be so careful of expenses. Is it your turn now, right away? I can only be gone about an hour. Baby’s with a neighbor and—and it upsets my husband for me to leave it with someone else. How long will it take to get a wave?” She turned a wistful face toward the proprietress. “The wave will take about an hour but Mrs. Martin is about three down on the list and that puts the time further off.”

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4 H, Miss Nadyce!” other womah speaking. “I'm ahead of Mrs, Martin. Let this little—lady—have my turn. I'll come back tomorrow.” “Oh, you darling.” It was really a squeal this time. “You're so kind. I didn’t know there were such kind | ladies. T'll have to tell my hus-band-—no—maybe I'd better not. He doesn’t like me praising anyone. Raving, he calls it.” Another timid smile flashed over the thin face. “Is it your turn now—so I could go soon?” “No,” interrupted the proprietress. “Mrs. Welch is on the list for the first vacant chair.” “I'll give up my turn, gladly,” said Mrs. Welsh, “and I want to see the work done well.” The proprietress was warming up slightly: “Mrs. Welsh, do you really wish to give up your turn?” “I really do. And give her the works—a facial, plentv of powder and rouge and lipstick. Let's show that husband of her's what a nice looking wife he has. Come on, Mrs. —lady—and get in this chair and you'll be out in about an hour.”

“ H, you're lovely, all of you. When I get out of this chair I'm going to hug every one of you; see if I don’t.” Within the next hour a transformation occurred. Amid little squeals of rapture and fluttering handclasps of delight the soft brown hair took on a smooth wave and the plain little face took on actual beauty. When she finally stood before the closely packed circle of admiring women she almost danced with joy and gratefully hugged them all and was hugged by most of them in return. Even the proprietress patted the shoulder of the wriggling little person who had both arms around her waist and was thanking her profusely, “And now I must hurry home before my husband finds out I've left the na won't he be sur-

It was almost a

But I really

‘conglomeration of flashing lines and

prised at ‘me? I hope he won't be

It was the meekest little voice in!

angry. Goodby, all of you. You've | made me awfully happy.”

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HE was moving toward the open door of the elevator and disappeared inside like a flash. And like a flash she left the elevator at the ground floor, dashed out of the building and slipped inside a mudspattered car which was parked at the curb with its door invitingly open and its motor running. Thirty seconds s later another transformation had occurred, One quick rub with a handful of face cream and a few hasty swipes with a handkerchief and the beauty treatment was obliterated. Then two swift moves of the lightningquick hands pulled a curly red wig over the hHrown wave and a Vvoluminous “fur coat over the shabby, many-pocketed suit. The meek little voice-—~meek no longer now-— commanded: “Drive like the devil. In about a minute those dumb hens'll find out that the whole flock couldn't scratch up enough dough to buy a lipstick. I got about a hundred off the old iceberg that runs the joint.”

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utes later, Miss Nadyce was speaking. “When she entered the elevator I | saw her hand flick out toward the

elevator boy so quick, just like that.

NSIDE the police station, 15 min-

Is there another | | the bank with the day's receipts—

It was an- |

I knew then that she was a pick-! pocket. I was just ready to start >)

and saw |

leaned way out

car. I got the license number, called | police headquarters and gave a‘! description of the car. She would | have got away if she hadn't been so | greedy. She couldn't resist picking the pockets of that hard-working elevator boy.” THE END

(Copyright. 1837 United Feature Syndicate) | The characters in this story are fictitious

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