Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 29 February 1940 — Page 22

SERIAL STORY—

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By LOUISE HOLMES

cast OF CHARACTERS

ANN BROWN—orphan daughter of a.

gamuler,. alone in an unfriendly city. PAUL HAYDEN—stock rom boy with

ambition. STEVE CLAYBOURNE—wealthy olay-,

—, Cnh ‘BROOKS—dime store counter “mene TEMPLE—society debutante.

YESTERDAY wGoiis te the 10-cent store: to see the girl at the notions counter. Ann encounters the boy from across the alley. : He. is Paul Hayden. a stack reom worker. She squelches him. Later the girl, Clara Brooks, asks Ann.

to share her apartment.

CHAPTER EIGHT CLARA WAS giggling again. “I wich 1 could tear into an act like that, Ann. No matter how mad Paul

Hayden made me I'd melt if he gave

me 8 glance.”

Ann tossed her head. “You won't

catch me melting,” she said. They got back to the subject at hand. Ann said, “I'd like to live with you, Clara. It’s ‘wonderful of you to ask me.” “You might come and give it the | once over after work tonight,” Clara suggested. “How much rent do you pay?” “Twenty-two a month and it’s nice for that.” Ann's share would mean an extra dollar. She could cut out the movies —“T can manage it,” she said. Clara reached ‘across the table and squeezed Ann’s hand. “Gee, I'm glad. We'll have fun. Maybe you can learn me to dress better and do, my, hair like yours.” Ann’s heart went out to the ol

cent store girl. What if she did mur- |

der the king’s English? What if her ideas of make-up were atrocious?!

She was young and gay, the touch

of her hand was loving. One suitcase and a paper bag with, stout handles held all Ann's belong-' ings. In the suitcase she packed a small assortment of clothes, an elec-

tric iron, six yellow plates from the

dime store, and three pictures. The shopping sack: contanied shoes, coat hangers—one never found enough in a furnished room—and a blooming violet plant. ‘It -was unfortunate that Ann, loaded with the suitcase and bag,

her heavy coat and an umbrella, |

should crash into Paul Hayden &as| she hurried away from the room-!

ing house. Not recognizing her vic-!

tim in the dark, she started back, apologetically. “f beg your pardon,” she Saude, righting herself. “Well, I'll be darned.” “Oh—" Turning, she walked fapidly away from him, chin in the, air. He followed, catching her arm. |

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“Away—just away.” “Away from where? Where have you been?” “I've been living in a room in that house back there. I'm moving because 1 don’t like my neighbors.” She was very stiff about it. “Are you headed for some place’ in particular?” “Certainly. And it's not a park bench.” “Here—let me carry your junk.” “I can manage nicely.” “Going to the E17?”

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SHE DID NOT answer and he. wrenched the suitcase out of her,

hand. “Great guns,” he exclaimed. “What have you got in this suitcase? Gold bricks?” “It’s the body,” she told him. He laughed. It was a nice laugh, low and throaty. “I thought you were making your getaway in a hurry. Look out, young lady, your sin will find you out.” “I hate to disappoint you, but I've covered my tracks They approached. the lighted Fl

. station. “I'll take the evidence now,”

- she said coolly. - “Go on inside. You can’t get this load up the stairs.” Ann paid one fare, the young man another. Silently they climbed the stairs. Paul placed her bags on the platform. “Good night,” he said, and swung away toward the stairs. What a contradictory person he was, she thought. She had the feel-

ing that he liked her and did not

want to like her. Was it because of the incident in the library? Did he

still believe that she was out to

make friends as best she could? "Her heart pounded. If could nct have thudded more decidedly if she

had carried the heavy suitcase up

the stairs, Mentally she shook herself.

ll not be interested in a stock man at the 10-cent store,” she told

herself firmly.

The idea of never seeing him -

again did another strange thing to her: heart, It stopped its thud- . ding and slid downward. Again * she brought herself up short. Paul ' Hayden had merely. done a gentlemanly thing in carrying her baggage. He would have done as much for an elderly woman, and with the same casual kindness. The train roared out of the night and she stepped aboard. Five stations farther west she alighted. ® » ” “RED CAF, LADY?" With the question, her bags were lifted from her hands. Paul Haydén, none other, started for the stairs. ‘“Well, I declare,” Ann breathed. Her eyes sparkled, a little laugh tinkled, and the.last remnant of rancor toward Paul Hayden vanished from her mind. “You're not such a “bad person,” she ‘said. - “My mother adores me.”

“How in the world did you catch

up with me?” “There’s a bit of magic in my . make-up,” he confided. “I consort + with the elves and fairies.” Ann looked at him gravely. “Can ' you make a carpet fly?” “How -else did I reach the Dunfield stop before you?” " “But—where did you get your carpet?” It had not been Ann's good ‘fortune to pley games as a child. For that reason the ‘conversation: took on a most delightful proportion. They stopped, facing each other under a street lamp. Ann’s musical tinkle mingled with Paul's deep laugh. “I'l tell you the truth, Miss Gar- _. denia,” he said. “I rode on the same train with you—in a different car.” ~“But—I don’t understand, Why didn’t you ride with me?” = °° “Will you be angry if I tell you?” “Probably.” “You're very cute when angry.” - “Lets get back to the point. Why didn’t you ride with me?” “Bacause I'm afraid of you.” - “ “Afraid, of me?” she exclaimed on

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less to me” “That’s silly.”

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“I never want to speak

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