Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 17 February 1940 — Page 14

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The Captain's

~ Daughter ". By HELEN WORDEN

CAST OF CHARACTERS MARIE LA PORTE—Model in exclusive dress shoppe, lives on a barge. . D. DONOVAN — Playboy son of a vich Irishman, in love with Marie. TOMMY RYAN—Leader of the truckors fighting Marie’s father. : : LYNDA MARTIN — Society’ debutante, wants to marry Dan. BATISTE LA PORTE—Marie’s father, owner of a fleet of barges. - YESTERDAY — Dan determines to go through with his engagement to Lynda for his mother’s sake. He buys Lynda orchids. But a little nosegay of roses reminds him of Marie. He bumps into a .girl in the storm. It is Marie.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE MRS. WILLIAM MARTIN had asked Katie Donovan to meet her at the Colony at 1. “There are so many things I want to talk over with you, my dear,” she told Katie. - “We won’t have a chance tonight. I'm terribly glad you're back.” . Mrs. Donovan was flattered by the intimate note in the phone call. With great cdre she dressed for luncheon. Susette had helped her into three different costumes before she settled on her black crepe and black Persian lamb coat. Instinctively, she knew they toned her down. Instead of her diamond bracelets she wore pearls. You couldn't make a mistake with Varnet's clothes. He dressed everybody in society. A chattering lot of fashionably dressed women were already jamming the lounge when Mrs. Donovan walked in a few minutes before 1. Mrs. Martin had not yet "arrived. But Katie didn’t mind waiting. She liked to watch the people from their pictures in the papers. many of whom she recognized Mrs. Birdie Matson was ‘beginning to show the wear and tear of five husbands, she thought, surreptitiously studying the flamboyant woman sitting beside her. Across from them was Mrs. Matson’s first husband. The waved good-na-turedly to his former wife. Jean the owner of the Colony, nodded affably at Mrs. Donovan. “We've missed you,” he said. “yes, I've been South,” Katie answered, pleased to be noticed by Jean and yet careful of overfamiliarity. “I came back on the boat,” she added. Sin In her heart, Katie knew that Jean knew the social standing of the Donovans was not so secure as their finances. But today she though he: would be more impressed. To be seen publicly with Mrs, William Martin sent one’s social stock soaring. ” 2 2 A STIR AT THE door, herald Mrs. Martin’s arrival. Wherever she appeared, there was always a commotion. Her dress, her manner and her voice, commanded attention.

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“My report card, Mom—I got it kind of muddy on the way home, but you can just sign it anywhere.”

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“My dear Mrs. Donovan,” she cried, bearing down under full sail on Katie. She was dressed today in heavy] black satin with a great deal of jet gleaming at the throat and her “mink coat and a mink hat made her look like Russian general. “We have your same table, Mrs. Martin.” Jean nodded, then signaled to a waiter. “Madame is sitting in the front, the one marked reserved.” “We'll order and then talk,” Mrs. Martin said, accepting the homage. She sat opposite Katie, nodding to this and that person, holding up her lorgnette the better to identify those about her. “There's Mrs. Morgan,” she murmured, bowing to an extraordinarily thin old ‘lady whose wrinkled parchment throat was held in place by a black velvet band. “I'm expecting you at my party tonight,” she called. : Mrs. Morgan nodded, the plumes swaying on her Queen Mary turban. By the time Mrs. Martin had spoken to the different people around her, it developed that practically everybody in the restaurant would be at the party. The Robillards, the Jameses, the Kissans and the Leonard Finches were all com-

ing. Mrs. Martin fixed her lorgnette on Mrs. Donovan. “I hope you like smoked salmon and filet of sole,” she said. “I always order them in England. This is the only place in New York where they're half decent.” ‘Katie murmured that she liked them very much. She was going to be a lady if it killed her. “And now,” said Mrs. Martin, sweeping aside the knives and forks which the waiters had so carefully laid in front of them, “we can get down toc business.” She was not one to side-step the {ssue. “James Martin and Will, my husband, need your husband's help and co-operation—in a business way—." She eyed Katie benevolenly, paused a moment, then spoke slowly and deliberately. “The shortcut to this union would be: a marriage betwen your son and James’ daughter. What could be more allpowerful than the merging of these two families?” Katie nodded. Discussion of business of any sort was beyond her depth, but she had sense enough to keep quiet. Mrs. Martin mistook her silence for scepticism. .“There’s no reason in the world why you shouldn't be the first lady in society,” she said, gently patting Katie’s hand. 2 8 ” BEFORE MRS. DONOVAN had a chance to reply, Mrs. Tom Sherwood interrupted. +. “You must have raced us back,” she exclaimed. ‘“I pictured you still cruising north on the Katherine and here you are looking as if you'd already readjusted yourself to this frightful rush.” Katie smiled and explained. she'd only arrived yesterday. It gave her great satisfaction to introduce Mrs. _ Sherwood to Mrs. Martin, for she still recalled that the former had been a bit patronizing on the boat that day she and her husband came aboard with the Murrays for juncheon. ; : Mrs. Sherwood had hardly left when Lynda came up to the table. *Oh, Auntie,” she cried to Mrs. Martin. “Think of finding you and Mrs. Donovan here. May I join you?” “Of course, my darling.” But there was a tinge of regret in Mrs. Martin’s tone. She had not yet finished her conversation with

Katie. : A waiter hurried forward with a chair for Lynda. Another took her mink coat. From the service she A the | guests, whether they

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recognized her or not, knew she was somebody. “You and I don’t need any introduction, do we, Mrs. Donovan?” Lynda smiled sweetly. “You're a very important person in my life.” A jostling behind her caused her to turn, frowning, : “This place is entirely too crowded,” she began. But a petulant grimace followed the frown as

she saw who was doing the push-

“Why, Dan Donovan—'" she said. The welcoming note in her voice gave way to disapproval. Dan was followed by a girl. That forward girl, Lynda thought, who modeled her gown at Varnet’s. > Dan grinned, but he stared ques-

tioningly at his mother.

“See you later?” he asked. Mrs. Donovan did not answer

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