Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 23 February 1940 — Page 31

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FRIDAY, FEB. 23, 1040

SERIAL STORY—" 285 A Week

+ By LOUISE HOLMES

CAST OF CHARACTERS

ANN BROWN—Orphan daughter of a gambler, alone in an unfriendly city.

PAUL HAYDEN-—Stock room boy with ambition.

> STEVE CLAYBOURNE—Wealthy play0y. : ei EA BROOKS—Dime store counter iri.

IRENE. TEMPLE—Society debutante.

YESTERDAY—Ann writes her answer to “Lonely” but does not mail it. At work, she discusses her prospects with Mrs. Pringle, owner of the shop. Ann feels she is caught in the $15 a week class—a class without a future. At noon she hurries to the 10-cent store to buy things for a new dress. The friendly clerk remarks at “the striking resemblance between Ann and debutante Irene Temple. ¥

CHAPTER THREE

ANN PAID for her purchases and left the store. She walked up one side of State St. and down the other, looking into windows, expertly noting styles and trends, adapting them to her own use. Her mind was divided. Half of it reacted to the Stunning displays, the other half played with the thought of K295. Should she mail her letter? She had not signed her own name, it could surely do no harm—she nesdn’t answer a second letter— if the refined gentleman wrote again— It was exciting, something fo think about. ; She returned to the hat shop on the hour. She waited on several customers during the afternoon and delivered a number of hats. Ann was acquiring a following and Mrs. Pringle wisely gave her a free hand. It was after 4 when the $15-a-week subject came up again. Ann said something complimentary ° about Mrs. Pringle’s success in having a shop of her own. ; “I might better have stayed where I was, times like they: are,” the older woman.told her. “I was sure of steady pay there. How much do you think this shop cleared last year?” “You needn’t tell me if—" - “I don’t mind. It amounted to less than $65 a month.” “That’s not so good, but there's your husband’s salary—" “Yes, I have Joe.” She spoke wearily. “When I married him 30 years ago he was delivering for the BonTon cleaners. He’s still delivering for them—at $12.50.” i Ann frowned. J get out,” she said, as if to hérself.

“Most ‘of us stay where we are,” |

Mrs. Prinkle admitted. Ann went home on a crowded El train. She hurried through a sketchy supper and packed the dull blue - material, the 10-cent: store findings and a pair of scissors in a cardboard box. It was early when she started .for the Center. The Center was a community house and offered many advantages to the ambitious, among them a sewing room. For 25 cents an evening you could use the electric sewing machines and be helped with cutting and fitting by Lola, a veteran seamstress. « ” ” 8

ANN FOUND a table in the sewing room and, with the picture of Irene Temple in front of her, eut - into the blue material. She scoffed at patterns; they required altogether too much yardage. ‘It took managing to get the dress out of the short length of blue,:she figured and planned, piecing where seams would go unnoticed, she snipped and basted. Lola came to survey her work. She glanced at the picture and looked again. “For a minute I thought it was a picture of you, Miss Brown,” she said. Ann laughed. “You can’t exactly see me as one of Chicago's most popular debs, can you?” . “I'l go this far” “You'll look just as nice as that girt when you've finished. Never in all my experience have I seen a girl with your ability for making clothes—or for wearing them.” Th you. I wish I could capitalize on my technique.” Ann worked fast. She paid slight attention to the conversation that rippled under the hum of sewing machines. She had anticipated making friends at the Center, but had been disappointed. Girls came, usually in groups. They made one garment each and seldom came again. : Stitching away, Ann thought about it. Odd, the impossibility of making friends. Attending church had proved equally unsatisfactory. A whife-haired man always shook Ann’s hand when she entered. He led her to a pew. He mentioned the weather. The minister shook her hand when the services were over. That was all. Ann’s mind fluttered about. The letter to K295—it still rested in the bureau drawer. Irene Temple's picture—was there a resemblance between the debutante and herself? Temple—she had always known that name—one of her earliest memories

was of spelling out the name in the] .

back of Pete’s watch. Wouldn't it be funny if—? But that was ridiculous. Without doubt Pete had come by the watch in a game of chance. On the tragic night of the fire Ann had been asleep on a couch

in the sitting room of their for-|. While one fireman|’

lorn quarters. wrapped her in a coat and carried her to safety, another dumped a few things into Pete’s suitcase. His watch had been on the table and Ann had discovered it the next "morning in the suitcase with two of Pete’s shirts, four decks of cards, a pair of dice, a box of poker chips,

and her mother’s little old Bible. It} :

had been a strange inheritance. 2 t- 4 n

SHE LEFT HER dress in a locker at the Center and went home at 10 qlclock. The young man’s window was a golden square, but she ignored it. He had looked through her that morning. He typified the indifference of a great

city. She ulled the suitcase from a tiny closet and found the watch under several of last summer’s cotton dresses. It had an old-fash-joned case, thick and beautifully engraved. With a shining pink fingernail, Ann opened the case. “To Peter Temple,” she read, “on his 21st birthday.” Peter Temple—Irene ' Temple— was it possible that Pete had belonged tothe socially prominent Temple family whose every move was chronicled by the news reporters? And was she, by ‘any chance, Ann Temple?

“Then yoy can’t |

Lola said.

GRIN AND BEAR IT

“Mother! That’s so old fashioned the way you're fixing it— this is 1940, not 1939!”

HOLD EVERYTHING

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“To be frank,

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boss, we're tired of comedy parts—we feel we could do something really serious in the theater!” ]

Fi! APPFR FANNY

By Sylvia

“And when they were engaged, he gave her the loveliest old ring—a perfectly huge diamond with a curse on it.”

THIS CURIOUS WORLD HUNTERS PURSUING A DEER. SOMETIMES .

BECOME AFFEC WITH

DEER SICKNESS [\\»

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or ever, occur to her. She had known her father for what he was;

a delightful profligate, a joyous waster. fo She, as his daughter, had no claim on his people, whoever they might be. Young as she was, Ann knew that she must depend upon the strength of her own personality in the fight for a better existence, not benefit by an accident o’ birth. i} : She put the suitcase back in the

‘The thought of profiting by the

fact, if it were a fact, did not then, ’ 1 of \

closet and wandered to the bureau, —the letter thoughtfully,

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the letter to an unknown man who signed himself “Lonely.” She’d been pretty silly to answer the personal. Nice girls didn’ make contacts that way. “All right, I won't mail the letter,” she muttered. “Some day they'll find me dead of loneliness and that will be that.” She took up the envelope snd held it between her fingers, preparing to rip it across. ] : (To Be Continued)

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With Major Hoepls

WITH THAT OTHER HOUND IN XZ _

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PUT THOSE BRICKS BACK IN PLACE BEFORE “ SOMEONE SEES You!

BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES

CLASS OF (985 /

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ABBIE AN’ SLATS

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WELL | MIGHT AS WELL START FROM THE BEGINNING. | WAS BORN--IN A LITTLE COUNTRY TOWN ABOUT EIGHTEEN YEARS"

WHAT A COINCIDENCE " . — THAT MUST HAVE Tost ABOUT THE TIME | REVIVED THAT LITTLE THING OF SHAKESPEARE'S, "ROMEO AND JULIET! THE CRITICS WERE AWFULLY NICE ABOUT IT == THE VERY ESSENCE OF YOUTHFUL FERVOR” THEY SAID IN NEW YORK. BOSTON CALLED ME “THE MOST EXCITING ROMEO SINCE BOOTH” <ece

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