Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 22 February 1940 — Page 19

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- By LOUISE HOLMES

CAST OF CHARACTERS

"ANN BROWN—Orphan daughter of a gambler, alone in an unfriendly city. . PA HAYDEN—Stock room boy with ambikon. ‘STSVE CLAYBOURNE—Wealthy play

CLARA BROOKS—Dime store counter IRENE TEMPLE—Society debutante.

YESTERDAY: Ann Brown, friendless and alone, works in a Chicago makeover hat shop for $15 a week. She is young, pretty, has personality and dresses well but is unable to make friends. A young man, apparently friendless, too, lives across the alley. She ‘watches him. When she finds a personal advertisement in a newspaper signed “Lonely,” she determines to answer- it.

CHAPTER TWO {ANN AWOKE THE following morning with a swift revulsion of feeling. Had she actually answered a newspaper personal? Yes, she had. There stood the envelope on the bureau. She dressed, eyeing the envelope thoughtfully. She swallowed a few bites of breakfast with the letter still on her mind. Who would “K295” be? She: had written, Lonely: I am interested in your personal because I find it very hard to make friends in the city. I will be’ glad % hear from you again. Ann Smith. General Delivery.” Before leaving the room, she placed the letter under the spoons in’ the bureau drawer. “I won’t mail it,” she said. “I'll think about it today.” : She went out into the sunshine and walked quickly to the El station. The young man from across the wéy was standing on the platfotm. He was reading a newspaper. Once,

turning a page, his eyes rested on |

Ann and her lips curved in a quick smile. . His eyes looked through her and went back to the paper.

As the train roared downtown, |

Ann definitely decided to destroy the letter to K295. The young man’s snub had flattened her tiny hopeful surge. It was useless to try—impossible to make friends in Chicago. Discouraged, she alighted at the Dearborn Station and made her way to Mrs. Pringle’s dark, urgly, little shop. do reach the shop, Ann went through a dingy foyer and up to the sixth floor in a clanging elevajor. She greeted Mrs. Pringle, 8 ' scrawny, work-worn woman with untidy hair, and settled herself. to work. : _ Sewing a feather to a moss gréen hat, she asked, “Will it" go on" like” this forever, Mrs. Prin- . gle?- Won't I ever meet people and make friends?” | | “It’s hard to get acquainted, Ann,” her employer answered. “It’s more than ever Hard when you're stuck in a shop like . this. Now if you worked in the dime store—those' girls haye good times.” “Yes,” I ‘know, but I like this work. I was delighted when you gave me the job. I had hoped to work up.” J “I'd pay you more if I could, you know that. much, a living, that’s all—" . “Fifteen a week,” Ann repeated absently. “At first I thought it was a stepping stone to better things, but I've learned differently. The $15 jobs are in a class by themselves— they are fupureless.” : “The best thing to do is to be satisfied, Ann.” Lame 2 ; THE: GIRL CHANGED her position restlessly. “But that’s ‘the trouble: - You mustn't be satisfied. If you are youll stay in the $15 class. ' I'm hot satisfied.” wor 20 are you going to do about Ann put the finished hat on her bronze head: and went to a mirror. She turned this way and that. “I don’t ‘know. I. want to do things for myself.” ' : “What sort of things?” Ann said again, “I don’t know. I don’t particularly want money, that is; lots of money, and I haven't the slightest wish to marry for support. It’s something else. I want to know educated people. I want to live nicely, graciously—if you know what I mean.” “That all takes money, Ann.” “Some, not necessarily a great deal.” . Mrs. Pringle asked, “Why did you come to Chicago? Maybe if you'd stayed in your own home town—" Ann laughed mirthlessly. “I have no home town,” she said. She fell silent, remembering her strange childhood. Pete — that’s what she had called her charming, gay, worthless father — had followed the horses and every other sporting event. He had dragged Ann and her mother from Miami to Sun Valley, from Indianapolis to Louisville, from New York to ‘Pasadena. Wherever money was being spent, there was Peter Brown. When he got his share, he spent with a lavish hand. Ann had lived in the finest hotels in

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food over gas jets in ‘the dirty, drafty rooming houses. io The hectic, scrambled life had come to an end in one of Chicago's drab rooming houses. Pete always smoked in bed. One night he had fallen asleep. Ann tried never to think of that night. Since then she had been alone. .

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‘crackers and half an apple. Afterward, she left the building and threaded her way through the busy . hordes: fo: State Street. pushed and ignored and memory of the dream chilled her. Some day she would fall beneath- the hurrying feet and no one would care. At a 10-cent store on State Street, she went. to the notion counter. Ann did thuch of her shopping at this icular counter because of a girl, because the girl was friendly. “Hello,” ‘Ann_ said, stopping near

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girl. : “Hi, there—be with you in a minute.” She deftly tied a package, saying over her shoulder, “Making another dress?” Ann. nodded. “Starting it tonight™® The girl's warmed her, = “ » a. ” . PERHAPS IT WAS her gay spirit that appealed to , perhaps it was merely that . she ‘ anofher human being. She finished her wrapping and came to lean on ‘the counter near Ann. : “Let me. see—I need a 10-inch zipper, two packages of tape, four Jarge buttons, two spools of thread—" She was picking out the articles as she talked.

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