The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1927-08-04

room like this she told herself
happily.
She was lifting her heavy suit
case to the little Slated stand to
unpack it when a knock came at
the door. She opened it to find
porter and white-uniformed maid
outside.
"Your trunks have come, Miss,
and the houSekeeper said she had
orders from the Office for me to
help you unpack," the maid told her,
bobbing her head in a quaint bow.
Vera was surprised, but the maid
would never have guessed it. Was
such service included in the room
rates, she wondered. Or would she
have to pay extra?
The porter wheeled the trunks
into the room, deposited them, up
right, in the big closet, grunted his
thanks for the 50-cent tip she gave
him, and left the maid to her work.
THE dining rooms open for
lunch now, Miss" The maid came
out of the closet with her arms full
of Vee-Vee's new dresses. II don't
suppose you will want to change
| for lunch, will you, Miss?
They usually don't, not when they
come on the noon train. And you
look lovely, Miss, II you don't mind
me saying So"
Vera was wearing the suit
which had been her first purchase
after her transformation from a
plain girl into a beauty.
She had saved it for the trip,
knowing that she could not find a
more appropriate costume for sum-
mer travelling.
She stopped only to run comb
through the sculptured, fiat waves
of her hair, and to flirt a powder
puff over her cheeks, and to touch
up her beautiful mouth with the
geranium lip salve which Peach
, Blooms chemist had concocted
especially for her.
Eyes, Miss, you sure do look beau
tiful," the maid went on, In an adj
miring but deferential voice. Much
prettier than your pictures, if you
don't mind me saying So"
my pictures!" Vee-Vee ex-
claimed, her voice sounding angry
and arrogant in her surprise. What
do you mean?"
There, nowl I wasn't to men
ton a word, Miss, seeing as how you
don't. want folks to know or you
wouldn't be using another name
excuse me, Miss, will you? And
don't breathe a word of what said
to the Office of the housekeeper,
Miss. or I'll be fired sure!"
Vera checked the startled stream
of questions that tried to force their
way out of her suddenly cold lips.
Whatever this mystery was, she
certainly could not discuss 1t with
a maid, who would only be getting
into trouble II she did talk.
One thing was evident, she told
herself. as she descended in an ele-
vator that carried no other pasSen-
ger; the young couple in the bus
had mistaken her for some person
of Importance, had thought they
recognized her from printed pic
lures; had confided their discovery
to the hotel clerk, who had imne-
diately accepted their identification
of her as authentic.
But-who was she supposed to be?
Some movie star resting between
pitcures and using her real name
for a changer A Broadway actress
seeking peace incognito?
Then, as she was just stepping
into the dining room, flash of I'M
derstanding illuminated the dark
ness of her bewilderment. That
picture that Jerry had found in
Stafford's desk!
who in the world am ~" Wee
Wee asked herself, helplessly, as
she was being conducted to a table.
Was that what Jerry had warned
her about in his mysterious letter
that she would be mistaken for
another girl?
And then in an instant all con-
lecture was for the moment wiped
out of her mind. For she was looS-
ing into the dark, brilliant eyes of
the man of the elevator-the man
with whom she had fallen in love
at sight, the man who had looked
through her as if she were nom
existent. She had found Schuyler"
And his eyes were looking into hers
with startled, glad surprise.
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