The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1931-06-24
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v.sture. But what can one do
about it2
cas- went back to her machine
as Lame clattered through the
dishes. Must have this finished by
a" Cas- announced.
When the girl came to say goodby
a few minutes later her mother
looked at her adyniringly. THAT red
things nice on you" she said Of
Molly Cronin's last years printed
silk.
Indeed TIE girl. freshened by cold
water and a brushing up, looked
surprisingly cool and sweet. Cass
sighed again as the young feet
tapped down the four fights Of
stairs.
"A shame" she murmured. The
woman gathered up the finished
robe and packed it into an old suit
box. She cold-creamed her face
With religious care, made up with
meticulous intenteness, brushed her
furnished hair until it cleaned and
pressed 1t into shining waves about
her face. There, that was better!
She spent five minutes massaging
q stubborn wrinkle between her
eyes. She put on a thin dark dress
that had a vaguely out-of-date air
and a last years straw hat. Then
she threw cover Of chintz over the
sewing machine and drew the
shades nearly to theNsill in an effort
10 thwart the inroads Of the reIent-
less afternoon sun. After that she
went down into the baking street.
Cass tried to look as If CARRYING
the mammoth box we're a great Joke
which she, a whimsical lady, had
decided to take on for the after
noon. In the subway she maneu-
vered it so that it just missed the
knees Of the perspiring fat man
who stood in front of her, swaying
as the train shot around bends.
The subway was fairly cool these
hot days before the heat had time
to work its way down under ground
and settle for the season. How fresh
that girl across the way looked in
her pale dress and summer. shoesl
Something like that Lane should be
wearing, instead Of Molly Cronin's
kind castoffs.
G UMMER is the time, Cass unused.
~ when one needs money more
than ever. In winter it is possible
70 keep warm somehow. And CHEAP
1000 is appetizing then. 1t is when
days are hot and nights sitting that
one wants crisp, alluring food to
eat. One wants to dine on a. roof
nigh up, with a view of the river.
OH sighed Cass, for the mill
nonth time in her life, how difficult
1t is to be poor! Awful, that's what
1t was. She pined for small Iuxuries
such as linen sheets, changed every
day, for English cologne to rub on
her burning skin, for sheer stock
ings and thin, fine undertakings. All
this she desired not SO much for
herself as for Lane.
After the darkness and chill of
the underground the heat of the
ashphalt was again a shocking real
ity. She traversed the few steps to
the stage door feeling actually
giddy.
I'm not going to be able to stand
many more seasons Of this" Cass
thought prophetically, my hearts
not what is used to be- She felt a.
chill OF fear. Her heart And
then, what about Lane?
Lame with all the world before
her.. Lame, large-eyed, trusting
and l8. Cass Barrett knew that
world well enough to feel that a
young girl should not be required
to fight it alone.
Nevertheless, she entered the
stage door with smile on her lips.
1t was the smile Of the good trouper.
BESIDES, worry made one look old.
That was the one thing Cass could
not afford to do.
Rehearsal had not yet started.
She was glad to be early and have
time to catch her breath in the
dusty GOODNESS.
Got your costume finishedP"
chirped Elsie Minter, the ingenue,
who stood in the wings greedily
making away with an ice cream
cone. CaSs nodded. She opened
the box, shook out the yellow folds.
Why, it's lovely" Elsie admired.
You've got the-I don't know
the feelingl"
Cass smiled back at her. She
liked Elsie, The little thing seemed
friendly. There were so many
cliques in the New Art. So much
4 jealousy. You never knew who
your friends were, but Elsie ap-
peared to be genuine.
Cass had been win the New Art
for three seasons now. 1t was not
exciting, a sort of stock company
really. But it was safe and sure