The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-12-13

And with a sudden reckless re-
version Of mood, he answered, "You
want to know? Well, I'm so low
L could jump into the ocean"
Except for the girl at the candy
counter, they were alone in the res
taurant. She leaned dimpled elbows
upon his table and nodded, wisely.
Il bet I know why. You're trying
to get into the movies and can't.
"The astuteness of your percep-
ton astonishes me-" he admitted
gravely.
Whatever that means! Listen
I'm not so dumb. I knew the min
ute you came in here you was feel
ing low"
They stared at each other for a
moment, cOntemplatiVely.
What are you going to do about
it?" she asked.
IT guess the sensible thing to do
would be to take the first train
home"
81 wouldn't do that" she surprised
him by saying. "You don't want to
get discouraged. I was in pictures
myself once, and it was lots of fun.
If I was a man I'd be there yet"
eff you were a MANI"
Her white eyelids dropped until
the beaded eyelashes swept her
cheek.
"Tll say! It's no life for a girl
who's got any self-respect."
+ Howell began to be amused.
do you know I've read stories
about things like that, but I didn't
suppose there was much truth in
it."
She sighed and lifted her eye
lashes.
Say, the true confessions that
could write You'd probably
not believe me-"
"Oh. yes, I would, and I'll bet
they would be awfully interesting"
Howell said, CALAMITY.
mot only directors, assistant d.
rectorS and SUCH" she conf1ded, "but
camera men, property men, even the
electricians. I never had
moments peace"
CHE gazed at him tentatively,
~ and added, "You remember how
I sort Of cried out to you when Mar
tin Walker came IMP"
Yes, he remembered.
well, the last time seen him
was on a set. He tried to make a
date with me and when I said mo-
he said, All right, young lady! You
needn't expect any more calls from
me-"
After listening to Martin Walkers
conversation Howell doubted that.
You think I'm lying, don't you?"
Certainly not! Only-well-Ma
tin, Walker doesn't. look like that
kind of a man."
None of them do" she contrib
uted, Sagely. Anyway, believe it or
not, that's the reason I had to quit"
She looked at the watch on her
delicate wrist and cried, MY
heavens, it's after II o'clock. I'm
off at midnight"
Should he wait for her or not? In
her rather piquant company he
might find surcease from the devils
which, had driven him out Holly
wood boulevard and back. But was
it worth it?
He decided not and rose to pay
his check, leaving her staring after
him a little wiStfully.
He left the candy shop, congratu-
lating himself on his common sense.
He had so far managed to steer
clear of all girls more or less. Par
ticularly girls of this type. Nice
enough, but common.
There had been something ap-
pealing about her, however. She
was pretty as a panSy, but 1t wasn't
altogether that. She possessed a
disarming simplicity, a chlld-llke
directnesS which reminded him of
Sally. Sally, as she might be, if she
were also deliberately alluring. ;.
THE oddity of this idea amused
L him. Sally wouldn't be any too
pleased with the comparison. But
it might be rather interesting to
pursue the matter and find out if
there was a similarity between the
two girls.
He found himself lettering out
side the shop. Waiting with sense
of reluctance. Hoping and fearing
that she might have gone another
way.
She same. hurrying forth. in q
velvet coat and tiny, purple hat, I'M
der which her face peered out more
panSy-like than ever