The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-06-09

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he said.
Almost instantly his eyes closed
Whether or not the furtiye physi-
clan had given him opiates she did
not know. He had done many
things in the ten minutes he had
spent working over Phil, and her
agony had been too acute for her
to pay attention to details.
Perhaps Phil had been given a
sedative, or possibly the slumber
into which he was dropping was
the natural consequence of his con-
dition.
She tiptoed to the door. Outside
stood the bell boy whom she had
tipped magnif1cently. He was
obsequious to servility.
Thought I'd stay here in case
you needed me, miss" His greedy
eyes asked almost insolently for
another tip. Eleanor gave it to him.
1.-THE doctor will be back with a
nurse in a moment. Meanwhile you
stay with him." she ordered.
THE boy nodded assent. His
Il knowing eyes looked over her,
and she was conscious that she
rubbed elbows with depravity and
that this slight contact might prove
to be but a prelude to further init
macies.
She ran down the stairs, anxious
to avoid the boys eyes. She won
dered if by any possible chance he
could have recognized her. Small
wonder if he did, with her photo
graph in every morning newspaper.
And another terror presented itself
as she reached the dingy lobby.
The clerk stepped from behind
his desk and accosted her.
Takes a lot to keep thing like
this out of the papers, he irsinu-
ated, nodding in the direction of the
stairway. His eyes, too, were greedy
as she handed him the almost open
ly demanded tip.
But it must be kept quiet" she
insisted.
You can count on me, and Doc
JeffordS is wise guy" said the
clerk.
Once again she felt soiled by q
loathsome contact, and warnings
seemed to be whispered to her
But she ignored them.
On the street she picked up the
first cruising taxi and gave the
man Cynthia Browns address. Cau-
ton would have indicated to her
that it might have been wiser tc
take q taxi from a stand around the
corner, but the warnings which
came to her were not specific, were
but the vague hints that wrongdo-
ing gives the doer.
On Forty-eighth street. beyond
Eighth avenue, her taxi stopped. A
glance at her wrist watch showed
her that the journey had taken ter
minutes.
She told the man to wait, and ran
into the shabby lobby of the apart
ment house where Cynthia Brown
lived. A languid colored boy shifted
his dropping cigaret from one side
of his mouth to the other, plugged
in the telephone and spoke to some
one unseen. He looked at Eleanor
Miss Brown says she wants tc
know your name"
Eleanor" said the girl.
TINE colored boy wreStled with
Il the name, while every second Of
delay became an added agony. But
finally he managed TO utter an ap-
Proclamation of the name. He
jerked stubby thumb toward the
elevator.
Says come up" he stated, ano
resumed the fascinating occupation
of apparently swallowing his ciga-
ret and then permitting it tt
emerge from his mouth again.
Eleanor didn't notice what he
was doing, and the telephone boy
felt that hatred toward the worlc
which genius. conscious of itself
but unrecognized. always feels.
Had ne known the phrase, hi
would have murmured something
about pearls and swine.
On the third floor the elevator
stopped. The operator indicated {
door, but his direction was unnec.
eSsary. for as Eleanor stepped out
Of the elevator the door opened anc
her double stood framed in the en-.
trance
Cynthia's hand was outstretched
but Eleanor ignored it. She almos
pushed the chorus girl and entered
the tiny living room.
/ ObSessed as she was with her
own difficulties. she yet had time
before she spoke TO take in the
mean surroundings
| A tattered curtain obviously at
tempted to hide bed. 4 half