The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-01-17
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HEl1AN hEkkE VO~OAI
 STELLA SHAYNE, IS, whose
 parents were well known vaude-
 vflle actors, Is i'm New York lock-
 ing for a job. Sheila is Q dancer.
 In spite of the fact that she has
 spent almost her entire life on
 the stage her ambition is to mar
 ry and have a home like those
 she has seen in small towns in
 which she has played.
 On Q few hours notice she IS
 hired to take the place of
 DAISY GLEASON, another danc-
 CT, who has sprained an ankle.
 Sheila goes to JOE PARIS office
 in erin Pan Alley" to rehearse.
 There she meets TREVOR
 LANE and DICK STANLEY,
 both rich, Lane asks Sheila to
 dance at a party he is giving but
 she refuses, knowing that after
 a day of rehearsing and the per-
 fOrmance that night she will be
 too tired.
 She goes to the theater and
 there meets PHIL SHCRT, an
 old acquaintance. The show be-
 gins and Sheila wins applause
 with her dancing. Suddenly she
 0hSCOvCES DACA SbAhACy HI thiO asA-
 dience.
 NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
 CHAPTER VIII
 "You aren't angry with me for coming, are your" Dick asked p1eadingly.
 Sheila's voice was level. "Angry ? No. But you shouldn't have done it." Now that she knew he cared enough to want to see her again she could seem casual. Her heart exulted but no one, seeing her, would have guessed that.
 T thought you were giving a party tonight" she went on Hamlet with Hamlet left out! Why aren't you at home entertain ing your guests?"
 Hamlet with Hamlet left out! That was an odd remark for a chorus girl to make. This little dancer in a cheap suit and tiny hat tinued to surprise him.
 sponded easily. Besides l came to get one of the guests. One of the most honored guests, if she will ac- cept the invitation" His eyes mocked the humility in his words but his voice was pleading. Then he changed his tone as Sheila's at tftude did not soften.
 Please come along and sing your song,' he urged. "Dance. too, if you will, but sing anyway! Those dances you did in the show were knockouts!"
 The girls smile showed that she was pleased. I'm glad you liked them," she said conventionally.
 Dick Stanley moved nearer. "Then you'll come?" He lowered his voice. II have my car. It won't take us 15 minutes to cross the bride and then we're prac- tically there. I'll take you home whenever you say. Please comet" The evening was over. Sheila had hung away her last costume, had wiped off the last vestige of makeup, had showed her little hat down over her head carelessly, wearily. In spite of Miss Kilcoyne's linament and friendly ministrations she ached in every joint.
 Still, most of the company would go back to town on the bus. That meant walking at the other end of tho trip. Phil Short had offered to see her home. There would be crackers and milk-coffee for the venturesome-at the little restau- rant on the corner near Ma Lowelrs rooming house. They would all talk shop. Sheila loved to talk and listen to talk of the theater.
 Or if she preferred she might ride back to town in q smooth rolling car such as this boy would drive. If only everyone at the party would make her as welcome as Dick Stanley! Then her lip curled suddenly. The men, of course, would make her welcome. The women would treat her coolly.
 "I ought to get some sleep she began uncertainty.
 But you can sleep tomorrow! II call for you whenever you say and drive you out here for the per formance. Maybe you'll lunch with me first"
 "Breakfast," she corrected, with out committing herself. Lunch was 8 rare thing when Sheila was A late breakfast and din- ner were all she had time for.
 Stanley laughed delightedly. Breakfast. lunch and dinner! All three if you will. Just say the word-but do come to the party! I'll take you home, you can dress in jiffy and we'll be there in no time. We could hava been at your