The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-12-23

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himself walking toward the dress
ing room, with the footsore limp of
weary soldier. Not ungrateful to
hear the assistant directors COM
mand to report Monday-"Same
time, same costume"-but q little
surprised that anything which
looked so exciting from the outside
could become so painfully monoto-
nous.
A S he made the long trip home,
L n his eyes almost closed with
WEAKNESS. He had thought he
might call for Madalyn but he was
too tired, too tired to cook his own
dinner. He stopped in The White
Spot and ordered a hamburger and
coffee, and his hand shook as he
lifted the cup.
Gosh, what had taken it out of
him so? Was ne getting soft" or
was it because of the lack of food?
Too exhausted to answer his own
questions, he proceeded to Mrs.
Benton'S.
AS he passed UP the walk, dis
heveled, and with the makeup
Dimples had loaned him plastered
stickiIy across his cheeks, he met
Sally and a carelessly dressed, tact
turn appearing individual.
Must be the fellow Mrs. Benton
had said was sweet" on her. She
passed Howell, gaily, with a flip of
the hand and a nod so casual that
it seemed premeditated. Only after
her promise he couldn't quite be-
lieve it was that.
The quiet little room over the
garage received him like a mother.
He fell, full length, across the bed.
When he awoke it was almost 3
o'clock. For no reason at all he
went downstairs to the door Of the
garage and looked up at Sally'S
window.
a light was burning there. She
had evidently just gotten in. Oh,
well, it was no business Of his. Bad
for her work, of course, to keep such
ridiculous hours. Even such marvel
GUS vitality as Sally Osbourne's
couldn't keep it up. -.
The next morning he sat on the
front porch for nearly an hour,
hoping she would appear. At HAS
she opened the door looking as If
she had just wakened from a long
sleep.
Her golden eyes were still bright
with dreams, her skin had the white
firmnesS of a freshly opened flower.
And she cried, playfully, Good
morning, Howell! Want to take a
little walk?"
He fell into step beside her, feel
ing the beauty Of the morning with
sudden, burning intensity.
Isn't it a wonderful day?" they
asked simultaneously.
Where shall we go?"
"Out the boulevard, of course"
Howell answered. Il can never get
enough of it"
IT rather like that old street my
self" Sally admitted, slangily the
fascination Hollywood has for YOU"
Sometimes I wonder if you do"
he replied.
For the first time since he had
stood beside his fathers open grave
he felt a desire to talk about him.
Sally seemed unusually silent.
She permitted him to direct the
conversation and before he realized
it he was relating the story Of his
life, from little boy days to the re-
turn of Jacqueline Bordini. Sally
listened with a sort of passionate
eagerness.
Il can imagine you, Howell, sit
ting up so straight and dignified
beside your father. What a darling
little fellow you must have been"
81 was a little devil" he assured
her, earnestly.
When he repeated the story of
the unfortunate hen, Sally laughed
until the tears stood in her eyes.
What fun your sister must have
had, envy her"
IT ruined every doll she had"
THAT didn't matter. 1t would
have been worth sacrificing for.
suppose they're dreadfully dis
appointed. Your mother and sister,
I mean"
They had turned from the boule-
ward and were climbing Alta Vista
Hill, into deserted driveway be-
fore q vacant house.
Let's sit on the grass and listen
to the birds" suggested Sally.
A bright glamor seemed to de-
scend about her as they sat side
by side. She lifted the hat from