Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 21 December 1938 — Page 26

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a CAST OF CHARACTERS i © SALLY BLAIR — Heroine. She had everything that popularity could win her, except | *. ‘DAN REYNOLDS — Hero. He might ‘have had Sally but while he was king . * ‘on skis y "i+ COREY PORTER was king of the social S “whirl. Se . . . But go on with the = . story,

Yesterday: As Corey dates Sally, she is more and more sure of her love for _ Dan, that her kisses are alone for him.

CHAPTER TEN QALLY’'S father was as good as - ® his word. Before a week had . passed, through his lawyer, Dan © Reynolds was offered a position in ~ a Boston brokerage house. It was such a good offer, with opportunity for advancement, that no young { ‘man would be able to turn it down. . Especially a young man who did not © have any other prospects. = “I like the lads spunk,” Sam ~ Blair chuckled over the reply his s lawyer had received. “He says he

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5 accepts, but only because he feels © . obligated to accept any offer made ~~ ‘by his benefactor—and only on con- = dition that he be| paid just what ~~ ‘he proves to be worth.” Not many young men would have put in such - . a stipulation. There was no doubt ~~ about it, this lad in whom Sally ‘had taken such an interest was made of the right stuff. | To say that Sally was thrilled at , the thought that she would see Dan again would be putting it much too

mildly. After her| father told her |

E: that Dan was expected the following « Monday, Sally scarcely could sleep a wink. At last Monday arrived and . although she had not seen him, Sally could hug the thought to her | _ heart that Dan was living nearby, was working in one of her father’s offices. i LT JOWEVER, therein lay the Sr “hitch,” as Sally expressed it. | ~ Dan did not know that he! was: employed by Sally's father. He must “not find it out, which only served to strengthen the | “hitch.” |

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. worst of it. Now| that Sally had Dan so near at hand, how was she * going to manage to see him? |She _puzzled her preity head over this ~ for several days. Then Corey, ~ who still was squiring her around, collecting his debt, gave her the solution. ¢ 1 “You'll never guess who I ran _ into today,” Corey said. This was *-at a gathering of “the gang” In ‘the big recreation room at Babe Fairchild’s house. “Right here in| i Boston,” Corey added. “You could

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feather.” “Wao was it?” i Sally puf her question in all innocence. It never occurred to her) that Corey’s answer would make her | Heart start thumping madly| and] offer the solution to her problem. |. ; . 4 | “JT was Reynolds,” Corey said. “Limp and all.” Corey did not mean to be callous or poke fun. He | - © merely endeavored to be amusing. “I hardly could believe my éyesight at first. Thought maybe I'd had one snifter too many. Had just left the Mandarin bar. But no, it was 4 old Danny in person. I pulled up . at the curb and offered to give him a lift.” “He was the wonder on skis, wasn't | he?” Babe asked.| “Sort of a Greek . god with a Barrymore profile and a! : touch-me-not air.” : | “He was the guy who saved Sally's | neck,” Pudge putin. “Did you give him a lift?” Sally _ asked. They did hot know how their remarks struck home, bringing the , warm color into her cheeks, a sharp _ pain in her breast. { Corey shook | his head. “He, wouldn't let me} he said. “Insisted he preferred to hoof it, even though he had a bad leg.” | “Do you have to keep harping on that?” Sally broke in. Her dark eyes flashed. She pulled away from | « Corey, whose arm circled back of | . the couch on which they were siti ting. She got up and crossed the recreation room to shut off the interminable record machine, “This eternal racket makes my head ache,” she explained. It had been a gay dance tune and it mag Sally's heart ache, as well. | “Well, I'll be. . . ” Corey muttered. He simply could not under- . stand Sally lately. She must have "the jifters over something. Maybe she still felt she was to blame for .~. Reynolds’ smashup. Which was silly. - It was just the break some people got.” Sally ought to know that.

8 nn 8 E pulled Himself up from the couch, too, went over to ‘her. ' “See here, Sally my sweet,” he low-

ered his voice, “you aren't taking this on your slender shoulders, are you? Reynolds’ bad luck, I mean. He'd be a heel if he held it against you. And you'd be one if you let him.” ig “He wouldn't hold that against me,” Sally returned. What Don held against her went much deeper. ~~ But she did not want Corey, or any © of the’others, to know how much ~~ that mattered to her. She picked 1p a pingpong racket, . served a ball neatly over the net. . “My shoulders are broad enough to take what's coming to me,” she told . Corey. “Even though I am just a party gal—on the surface.” It was then the answer to her problem as to how she was to get to see Don presented itself to her. + “Which reminds me,” she raised her voice so that the rest of the young people could hear, “I'm throwing a party Saturday night. To round off the spring festivities. Incidentally Saturdy also happens to .be my irthday, so all of you are herewith invited.” | This was greeted with a shout of approval from everyone, during * which Sally again lowered her voice, and turned to Corey, : :“I want youl to do something for As a special favor,” she dim- * pled at him. “I want you fo promise youll bring ‘Dan Reynolds to my birthday party, Corey.” “111 do that little thing—since you put it that way,” Corey said lightly. But he saw through Sally now. She had taken the blame for Reynolds’ cident upon her own | shoulders. jless he mi: ‘1 his guess, which ually came close, there was even

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