Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 23 August 1937 — Page 14

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BY IDA RINER GLEASON

CAST OF CHARACTERS KATHLEEN O'SHAN-—heroine, of greeting dard verse. BOB M'TAVISH—hero, detective story writer. PAT—the janitor who played Cupid. THE DUCHESS—patron of surrealist art. PROF. BRACEY—Egyptologist. 2 2 2 Yesterday: Bob checks with police on the identi:y of an Egyptian mummy expert who turned out to be a jewel thief. Can this be Prof. Bracey?

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CHAPTER TEN

OR the next 10 days, the studio apartment house was buzzing with preparations and The Duchess’ fancy dress ball was

the subject of much comment in the papers and among the various art

groups of the city. Even the churchmen took OCCRsion tO express opinions on the extravagance, which gave the affair publicity enough to satisfy even the Duchess herself. Invitations were eagerly sought. The Artists’ Ball became the chief subject of conversation A Steady stream of workmen and decorators up and down th stairway, doing marvelous thmgs the Duchess’ Dig though everyone was Sworn 0 deep secrecy, so that the ball might all with its unexpected features. Bob hardly saw Kathleen at all. Her head was always bent over her desk when he glanced in the window, and even Schmatz did not stop so often at her door for the bit of candy or cookie. Pat bustled about with a worried expression on his usual cheery face, wielding his dustpan and broom in a hopeless effort to keep the litter out of the halls, while the shrill temperamental voice

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morning until night directing and complaining. 8 2 ” “¥T’S batty as a loon she is, and all the rest o’ us’ll be the same, I'm thinkin’,” Pat told Bob when he opened his door to discover the reason for an especially loud outburst. “We're all done up with wires and riggin® enough to drive anybody nits that ain't already that way.” Then he came closer and asked softly out of one corner of his mouth, “Ye're goin’, ain't ye?” “She invited me, all right,” Bob answered, “and I'll be there, though

not for the reason she thinks. I] suggested she have my friend Steve |

Carnahan, from Headquarters, and not tell anyone he’s coming, if she’s to wear her famous emerald. Pat nodded. “She’ll wear the emerald, all right. Always does when she gives a big blowout. We'll likely be murdered in our tracks some day on account ©’ it. This Steve now?” “He's a detective, and a good one,” Bob pulled him inside the room and closed the door. “Say, youre helping the electrician, aren't you? Think we could fix it so that everyone would pass in front of a big light—to show off their costumes or something?” = n 2

PA: thought a minute, then he

grinned. ‘Sure. Some ©’ thim |

dames would like nothin’ better. I can put it up to the Duchess so she'll fall for it in a big way. Lave it to me. Well rig up a regular shadow-box like's down at the jail,

and give 'em the once-over in foine |

shape—or for foine shapes rather.” The night of the big ball, Kathleen listlessly put on her Irish peasant costume, and tied a green ribbon around her head. All" the pleasure and excitement over the party had gone, because it was Prof. Bracey who was to be her partner for the evening. Once or twice she had heard Bob and his dog pass her door and had hoped they would stop. But always they had gone on, while she reluctantly turned back to her desk. Often a tear splattered down on some gay verse of love and summer and happiness. Pat had scowlingly delivered daily gifts of flowers, candy or books from Prof. Bracey, but when he would have offered an opinion on the subject, Kathleen made it very plain she wished for no advice, so he had stumped away muttering to himself.

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ITTINGLY enough, Prof. Bracey chose to come to the ball dressed as an Egyptian Pharaoh. Kathleen gasped with astonishment when she opened the door to the stately figure, whose black eyes only seemed to be alive. In his

hand he carried a tiny statue of |

an Egyptian god. “My!” she told him, “You actually gave me a start, you look so regal and—and so sinister.” “While you're so beautiful and young,” he replied.

The Duchess’ huge studio had |

been transformed into a tropical garden, where brilliant birds fluttered among the palms and exotic flowers, and little fountains sprayed tinted jets of water. The soft music of stringed instruments drifted dreamily over the whole scene, weaving a magic spell of glamour that suited the fantastic, colorful costumes of the guests. Never in her wildest dreams had Kathleen ever imagined anything so gorgeous. Gloversville had not prepared her for this. She stopped with a little cry of amazement. and for the moment forgot that she, too, appeared to be something very far removed from the little writer of verses, who had worried for fear the bean soup would not be right. x = 2

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we EAH. Even seems to be raising em from the dead,” remarked a swarthy pirate strolling past, resplendent in gold-hooped earrings, gay kerchief and tall boots. He swung a murderous-look-ing cutlass, and one eye winked knowingly at Bob. Bob nodded. “She does seem to be knocking your Pharaoh friend cold, doesn't she?” Kathleen looked again at the Duchess, who was sitting on a mar{ble seat before a bank of roses. Prof. Bracey was leaning over her, his smoldering gaze on the beauty of her white neck and shoulders { which her elaborate velvet costume displayed to the best advantage. Around her throat was a flashing

gems gleamed from the small tiara on her head. But the famous emerald surpassed them all. It hung from a thin chain low against her breast. Its magnificence was breathtaking. u ” n

tonight, could they?” leen asked a little wistfully. of course to a man of the world like Prof. Bracey, she would be especially interesting.” Before Bob could reply, a swilt dart of light came winging across the room from the bow of a huge | electrical Cupid, which seemed to ! be hovering above the tall bank of ferns, and fell full on the Duchess and Bracey. This brought a burst of applause, and made the Paraoh put up his hand as though to shield | his eves from the brightness. | “Pat—that’s Pat up there,” Bob told Kathleen. “He's working the beam from the Cupid's bow. Can't you imagine how that would appeal to his sentimental Irish soul?

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OR Kathleen all the months of heartbreaking work and worry were swept away and she was conscious only of a feeling of ecstasy that Bob's arms were about her, and his eves were looking into hers. If they could only go on and on like this forever, in a magical world where misunderstandings and other people were forgotten. Maybe she could say something that would let him know how much she had missed him, make him understand that it was not Prof. Bracey but— “Cutting in, McTavish, and the queen orders you into her presence,” said the Egyptologist’s voice behind them. Bob scowled and reluctantly relinquished his partner, made his way to the side of the Duchess, who | held out her hand and drew him down beside her.

» ” » | “¥'VE been waiting all evening to hear you say you love me, Bob

“IW TOT many men could resist her | dear.” she began With regal au.

Kath- | “And |

dacity. “Most of the other men have already told me, but you're the only one who could really make | it mean something to me.” | “What did the others say when | you told them that?” Bob asked, | smiling down at her. | «I didn't tell that to the others | —only vou, Bob. Won't you believe | it?” | looked at him With an unexpected | earnestness which sent a chill over { him. | Here was a dangerous woman with | wealth and beauty and position, | actually making love to him, an un- | known writer. It was too ridiculous, | too—

“You see I can't possibly believe

She clasped his hand and |

He was telling me about it yester- | you, Duchess, because I'm in love day. Since your other partner seems | with someone else,” he said slowly detained, how about dancing?” He | a5 though just realizing for the first held out his arms and they drifted | time that this was so. “I'm in love away to a dreamy waltz, weaving | with a girl who doesn't love me,” he in and out among the crowd of | gdded. gypsies, nymphs, cowboys, Indians, ! and harlequins.

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REBOUND—By Louise R. Walther

(To Be Continued)

| He had only recently hung out his

a go of it.

turned taxicab chauffeur, devoting six nights a week to it.

he would be a huge success, he haa | so much ambition. He would really make a name for himself because

hard work. Still hoping and watching for a seat, Regina listened idly to the conversation of the two girls who occupied the seat next to where she was standing. “But Florence, why all the mystery? Come on, tell me who your boy friend is.” ” = »

" O. I'm not taking any chances with this boy friend! He's too good to lose! But I will tell you that he’s a cab driver. Drives a Purple, No. 252. And I have a date with him for tonight at 7.” Regina was horrified. Al drove cab 252! And Florence was the girl with whom he formerly kept company! Regina knew ail about Florence. She and Al had been engaged once, but Al insisted that that affair was ended, that they had never really been in love. It had all been a mistake. But had it? Regina's anger rose from deep within, a fury that told her never to see Al again, that he | was not being honest with her, that | he was merely playing with her | affections.

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HEN the girls whose conversation Regina had overheard | alighted from the street car, Re- | gina, acting on impulse, jumped | from 1t, too. | Her date with Al tonight was | for 8. He had never wanted an earlier appointment, though she could have been ready earlier. Per‘haps he met Florence first, spent | time with her, too, on Wednesday | evenings, his one free night. | The two girls separated at a | corner, each going her own way. | Regina followed Florence, deter- | mined to be on hand to witness the | 7 o'clock meeting. | After Florence had entered an | apartment building, apparently her | home, Regina gradually calmed { and thought it over clearly. This | seemed such a low, sneaky way. | She knew that in all fairness she | should ask Al about it, give him | a chance to prove himself, rather than judge him so hastily. She loved him too much to lose him needlessly. = = zn | ERTAIN that Florence would | {i remain indoors until the ap- | pointed hour, Regina sought a | phone. After getting her number Hi said, “Al, I have to work ldte and won't be able to get home in time, some special work, so will you

«gy TKE it, Colleen?” asked the tall oot me an hour earlier? No, not

clansman coming up behind her.

bewildered, then, “Bob! derful you look! and sporran and Glengarry bonnet. some of your ancestors. What did

Schmatz think of you?” “Not much of the smell of moth

You must look exactly like |

' at the office.” Then she named the | place. In front of Florence's home!

For a minute she turned to him | pe agreed, and to her dismay she

How won- | felt sure she detected a note of surWith your Kilt]

Ps and embarrassment in his tone. Regina bought herself a sand- | wich and a cup of coffee in lieu | of dinner, forgetting her appear- | ance, no longer caring if she looked

he realized the secret of success, | : | crossing the street, smiling her pret- |

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balls, which ‘my clothes have been rested or tired, and settled down to duds at home, so I sent for them.| As the hour for the meeting apMy family is certain now that I proached she grew frightened. am crazy. Want to walk around | Should she put him on trial? Perend give the place the once-over? haps he was not sure himself yet. Your Pharaoh seems to be busy still he owed Regina honesty, if with the Duchess. She De nothing more. to him when you came in. t| She took u . an eyeful of that big emerald she’s | Finally she Dn HI WIS wearing. It's tops with jewel con-| “Darling, oh darling! I am so noisseurs, I understand.” glad to see you!” His voice was Kathleen looked at their hostess, | eager and sounded sincere. then her eyes widened in astonishment. “Did you ever see anything so amazing? No wonder she came HOUGH she tried to keep the dressed like a queen. She's more coldness from her own voice beautiful than anyone in the room.” | she knew ne was not being very

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| shingle before a modest law office | mittally, I do believe and was having a hard time making | ence.” If he was really guilty, he To overcome the lack | was certainly doing an admirable of clients and ready cash, he had | job of passing it off gracefully.

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OOK,” he continued, “across the street.” She followed his direction. A cab | was pulling up to a stop. A purple cab. And No. 252! And Florence was

“Who,” asked Regina unsteadily, “is that man driving your cab?” “The man who always drives it on | my night off,” said Al. Then he turned to her. “By the way,” he demanded, “why did you insist that I meet you here?” “Just a whim,” she said vaguely, “just a whim that came over me | suddenly on the streetcar.” “I'm glad it was only that. I was afraid for a moment that you were going to accuse me of something.”

THE END

The characters in this story are fictitious

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