The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-06-05

Eleanor. you're bad girl" he
chuckled.
why not? I have a bad
daddy" she retorted. She even
has your trick of glancing sideways.
The descent of the curtain on
the first act and the entrance into
their box Of acquaintance, friends
and sycophant anxious to pay court
to an active financier, retired
magnate, a rising politician, an
established hostess, and the sea-
sons reigning beauty, cut short the
exchange between father and
daughter.
When the curtain rose again that
vague apprehension, which had sud-
denly lntruded into Eleanors mind
at first sight If the girl, had become
strangely magnified, so thai she did
not care to comment furthe. on the
likeness.
Now what on earth was the mat
ter with her? she asked herself.
Suppose the girl looked as much
like herself as one new penny
looked like another?
There was nothing in this to cause
a sane person uneasiness, nothing
to make a normal person feel that
something untoward was in the
wind.
This in itself proved that she was
in a highly. nervous condition. Prob
ably all girls who contemplated
marriage on the morrow we're nerv-
GUS. And her condition was pc
culiar in that she knew that she
never could achieve that romantic
love for her husband which is a
maiden's natural hope.
But there was no use in dwelling
on the Illustration of her romantic
dream. She finally had accepted
Dean, and in twelve hours she would
be his wife.
Out upon the stage pranced the
" chorus again. Once more she
studied the face and form of the
girl who had attracted her atten-
ton. The apprehension left her,
dismissed by an effort of will. Now
her attitude was one of curiosity
alone.
What sort of girl was this? What
was her name? Reference to the
program would not identify the girl,
for the ladies of the ensemble"
we're grouped together on the pro-
gram with nothing to indicate who
was who.
She might be Lorna Fadette or
Gwendolyn Mannering or Mercedes
Lagoya or any other of the fanci-
fully named young women.
But what was she like? Did the
fawn-like grace of her body indi-
cate blithe hearth Did wit accom-
pany the curved lips that looked as
though they might so easily be pro-
voked to smiles? Were the black
eyes. somewhat incongruous with
the blond hair, shallow or deep?
Eleanor felt wish to meet the
girl. A f1eeting envy of the chorus
girl possessed her. Probably she
was happy, heart whole and fancy
free. Or perhaps she was attached
to some young fellow of the theater,
and they planned mutual success.
She wasn't married; there was, for
all her nearly nude body and its
sometimes suggestive posturing,
something virginia. about her.
What an advantage such a girl
possessed over Eleanor SAWYER! This
girls parents probably would not
object to her marrying any decent
young fellow. There would be no
inquiries as to his social and finan-
cial rating; there would be no ugly
hints as to the rercenary quality
of his love.
How she, Eleanor SAWYER, would
like to change places with this pref
ty but obscure chorus girl.
She laughed quietly at herself and
dismissed her vagaries. Dean had
managed. in the interval between
acts to edge Rannie Curwood for
WarQ IN the DOX until Clat Due
cancer of finance sat beside the
prize he had won.
Deans hand furnbled for Flea
nor's fingers. After all, there was
something satisfying, solacing, in
his strong clasp. If ever Dean came
to the belief that Eleanor could
never give him more than conrad
ship, Dean would accept the situa-
ton like the chivalrous gentleman
he was.
He never would reproach, never
whine, and never humirate her by
taking to himself a mistress. Dean
was one thing that Phil never had
been-a gentleman
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