The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-06-06
CHAPTER III


A ND everyone on The Keyhole
IN floor united in acclaiming that
she and Carey made the hand
soonest couple present.
Had she cared anything about
this sort of triumph, she would have
been gratifled beyond measure, for
she was the most-sought-after
woman in the place, and this despite
the fact that Zogbaums actresses
were present.
But finally Daddy Tom had
Charlestoned enough. To her sug-
gestion that they go home he made
willing assent, so Eleanor went to
the cloakroom to reacquire the wrap
which she had left there earlier.
AS she stood before mirror in
the dressing-room, a gayly metallic
voice burst into loud speech:
''Well, if our little touch-me-not
Cynthia amt grabbed herself a
John after ALL And what a boy
he must bel Did he borrow the
PEE Is from his wife Or did you
pic them out YOURSELF"
Curiously, Eleanor glanced in the
direction whence came the voice.
She saw rather too-brazen beauty,
who eyed her grinningly. At the
moment there was no one else in
the dressing
Thought you wouldn't go to the
party? Thought you never did go
on parties? Thought you didn't
have anything fit to wear, even If
you did want to go? And here you
are dressed like a million, with an
other million around your neck!"
Eleanor's brows drew close to-
gether. Quite obviously the speaker
had mistaken her for some one else.
She had called her by the name of
Cynthia, and Eleanor remembered
that there had been a Cynthia
Brown in the list of names Of the
chorus at tonight's show.
That name must belong to the girl
about whom she had speculated so
much. Yet that girl, with all her
points of resemblance to Eleanor
had one mark of difference so dis
tinguishing that no one could have
mistaken her for Tom Sanver's
daughter. The girl of the chorus
had golden hair.
Then her bewilderment vanished,
as from another door came the girl
who was SO strikingly like herself.
And her hair was as black as Flea
nor'S own.
A blonde wig that she had worn
in the chorus had been the only rea-
son why all the rest of the party in
the box had not agreed with Flea
nor that the likeness was extraordi-
nary.
II EXTRAORDINARY? That word
T. YVES altogether too feeble to de-
scribe the resemblance. Feature for
feature, even TO the lashes, to the
hinted-at dinple, to the flaw in the
bridge Of the nose, to the shoulders
a trifle too wide. these two were
replicas of each other.
Save for the fact that they wore
different clothes, there were no
means that Eleanor could ascertain
instantly whereby one could be told
from the other.
Eleanor was the first to break the
almost stupefled silence. She laughed
nervously.
ITS almost like looking into a
mirror, isn't it?"
The other girl nodded gravely.
Except that you don't make the
same motions that I do"
@Your voice is just like mine, F"
declared Eleanor.
''Our clothing and jewelry are a
trile different, though" the other
girl smiled. You're Eleanor San
YER. aren't you?"
I'm glad to hear you say so. I
thought I might be Cynthia Brown, "
replied Eleanor.
",Jos- srow on earth did you know
my name?" asked the owner of the
name.
How did you know miner" de-
manded Eleanor.
Il read the papers and see the
rotograyures. said Cynthia.
~And a young lady Just called me
Cynthia. I saw you in the theater
tonight, and IN spite Of your wig !
noticed our resemblance to each
other. remembered that there had
been a Cynthia Brown on the pro-
gram