The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-12-25
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SYNOPSIS

SYNOPSIS
When Jacouelins Bordini. famous movie
star returns to the little town in which
she had grown UP. Howell Sheffield is
father. an overworked country doctor,
dies OF pneumonia, leaving his family
wishes Of his. mother decides to leave
medical school and 90, to HOLLYWOOD.
On the train, an older woman. who
calls herself "Lambe' offers him her
friendship. Howell gets a room in Holly
wood and meets Sally .Osbourne, who
does not think mucn Of his ambition to
Hollywood will do to him and they part
coldly.
Desperate and almost penniless, Howell
is starving himself but he VIII not give
UP. He turns Tor sympathy TO MSatdalyn
physical lure, afterWard hating himself
because he knows he does not love ner.
one day Lambe. in an expensive car,
Through her he gets a letter from Garlic
ton Meade. producer , and i 5d Is, a. JOB
to Lambie. though he does not care fol
her. ~,-,-.
means more TO him than any other glrI
he has met but she is contemptuous of
his ambition to get into the movies and
'ii He takes Madalyn out to the beach for
Sunday and finds her as Turing as ever
CHAPTER NINETEEN Continued
Signing, he slipped deeper in his
dream, until suddenly the world
crashed about him and he woke to
reality and the sound Of Madalyn's
Sobbing.
"Madalyn-oh, my dear! Please
don't do that"
"I can't help it. You, oh, what
must you think of me?"
Frightened and alarmed, as he
had never been before, he attempted
to comfort her.
I'm sorry, Madalyn. Don't cry
about it. Please don't cry
He put his arm about her shak-
ing shoulders, murmuring self
conscious, miserable phrases.
It wouldn't hurt your feelings for
anything. Why, Madalyn, I think
you're the finest little girl in the
world"
How he hated himself for every
word he uttered
She dabbed at her eyes, smiling
wanly through her tears.
''You mean that, Howell?"
"Of course meant it."
cLiarI You know whose fault
this was. If she hadn't led you
on -
Turning a deaf ear to thoughts
like those, he murmured, There
now, that's better. You aren't going
to cry any more. are you?"
mot if you really care about me"
But I do! OF course I do"
She put her arms about his neck
Pressed her tear-wet cheek to his
"You don't think I'm that kind of
q girl?"
She would say that!
He groaned. "Of course 1 don't.
Put your hat on, dear. I'm going
to take you home"
Endless the street car ride from
Santa Monica Madalyn Shivered
in her crumpled velvet coat like
a storm drenched pansy! He had
made her look like that. Oh, God!
But had he? From the moment
they had met she had been leading
him on
At last they left the car and we're
walking toward her home. She
chung to his arm, speaking discon-
nectedly of her work in the candy
shop, of the jealousy between the
mattresses, of the favoritiSm of the
manager
Hes sweet on one of the girls
and she gets the best of everything.
It's that way every place. A de-
cent girl hasn't q chance"
Howell agreed, scarcely knowing
what she had said When they
reached the porch she put plead
ing arms about his neck.
You won't quit coming to see
me?"
why should I, Madalyn?"
you're so different from any one
else. never know what you're
going to do
Neither do I. for that matter, .
he reflected, glooniily.
He kissed her goodnight and
strobe away into the night. No
use to return to Mrs. Benton'S now.
Savagely, feeling contempt for
Madalyn and bitter loathing for
himself, he covered block after
block Dawn was breaking as
he unlocked the door of the room
over the garage. In less than five
hours he must be donning his
policemans uniform. Darn the uni
form. Darn everything connected
with motion pictures, his career and
Hollywood.
Nevertheless, at 8:45 he was be-
Inc admitted to the E. C. B. Studio.
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