The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1928-04-07


dancers hips, exposing the mar
row red satin tights which ended
far above her thin, unlovely knees
I'm surprised at you, Sally" Gus
said severely, but his small eyes
twinkled at her. Next time you're
having friendly argument with
this grass skirt artist, for Gawd's
sake settle it by pulling her hair.
The shows gotta go on and some of
these rubes like her map. Don't ask
me why. I amt good at puzzles
Sally smiled feebly, the passing
of her rage having left her feeling
rather sick and foolish. Gus arm
was still about her shoulders, in
a paternal sort of fOndness, as Nita
switched away, her grass skirts hiss
ing angrily.
kinda foolish of you, Sally, to
pick fight with that dame. She
could-a ruint this pretty face Of
yours. She's a bad mama, honey,
and you'd better make yourself
scarce when she's around And say,
kid-take a tip from old Gus: no
sheik amt worth fightin for. I been
fought over myself considerable IN
my time, and believe me, while two
trails was fightin' for me I was
lookin' around for another one"
Sally felt shriveled with shame.
Il wasn't fighting her because Of
of David" she muttered, digging
the toe of one little red sandal into
the dusty grass of the show lot.
"Nita called me "a nasty name.
You'd have fought, tool"
Sure! But not with a dame like
Mia, if I was you! You amt no
match for her. Now, you trot along
to the dress tent and rest or cry or
say your prayersor anything you
want to-except fight!-till show
time again. And for Gods sake,
don't turn your back when Nitas
around!"
Sally did not see the Hula dancer
again that afternoon, for Nita be-
longed to the grille show which
had a tent all its own. To encOur-
age her in her confidence as a cryS-
tal-gazer, or rather to bolster up
the faith of tbs skeptical audience,
which had somehow become wise to
the fact that Princess Lalla' had
pulled some boners,' Gus, the bark
err, arranged for four or five "schll-
lers"- of the carnival, both
men and women, dressed to look like
members of the audience-to have
their fortunes told.
Sally, tipped off by q code signal
of Gus, let her imagination run
riot as she read the magic crystal
for the "schillers," and to every
thing she told them they nodded
their heads or slapped their thighs
in high appreciation, loudly pro-
claiming that Princess Lalla" was
WOW, a witch, the grandest little
fortune teller in the world. Bust
ness picked up amazingly; quarters
were thrust upon Gus with such
speed that he had to form a line of
applicants for past, present and
future" upon Sally's platform.
She did not see David at supper,
which she ate in the cook tent
after having carried pity Sing,
the midget, to the privilege car
Buck, the Negro chef of the priv
ilege car, grinned at her, but David
vas nowhere to be seen. Was he
"trailin' Nita," as Gus, the barker
had called it? Jealousy laid a hand
of pain about her heart, such a new
sort of pain that she wanted. child
ishly, to stop and examine it. II
claimed instant fellowship in her
hear with that other so-neW emo
tion-love. She wanted all after
noon, until Gus had stopped hel
heart for a beat or two with his
casual reference to David and Nita
to fly to David for comfort, to poul