The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1933-12-22
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Then last spring IN HOLLYWOOD ne
had seen her again. Suddenly,
inevitably, he had fallen head over
heels in love. Adele was playing
small parts still, but they were
in pictures.
DAVID had fallen in love and
- it had been for the first
time in his life. There had been
weeks when the joy of Adele, the
beauty of her, the amazing, I'M
believable sweetness of her were
overpowering. weeks that had
been-oh, we'll, they were over
now! For Adele had been given a
part in a picture starring Donald
Quale. She had caught the di-
rector's attention. She had stepped
from the realms of the compare
lively unknown to a place in the
film armament.
With equal ease, too, she had
stepped into new existence in
which Donald Quale was always
opposite her at luncheon tables,
driving with her, dancing with
her, swimming with her.
David Bannister had returned
to fremont.
He was 1000 miles from Holly
wood and what was the good of
it? Adele's smile, Adele's throaty
laugh, Adele'S trim, flashing ankles
were as much in his thoughts as
they had ever been.
Tonight he would write another
letter and then destroy it. He
could write down the sneering
bitterness of his establishment.
The taXicab sWerved, rounding
a corner, and Bannister's preoccu-
patton faded. He saw ahead two
bright lights and recognized the
entrance of the Shelby Arms, the
-city's new and only apartment
hotel. The Shelby Arms had been
pointed out to BanniSter half
dozen times by citizens.
Signal lights halted the taxicab
directly in front of the building
and Bannister studied the bright
ly lighted doorway. Suddenly the
door opened and a girl appeared.
She was dressed in green and she
halted, apparently dismayed by
the rain. Then, head bent to
shield her face, she ran to the cab.
The driver rumbled protests,
but the girl did not appear to
hear. She came directly to the
cab, pulled back the door. 1t was
then she saw Bannister. She
cried in a startled, muffled voice,
oh, I'm sorry"
mot at ALL" Bannister put a
hand on the opposite door open
ing it. You wanted a cab, didn't
you? I'll be glad to let you have
this one" He moved to step out
into the street
Listen, LADY," the gruff voice
Of the chauffeur objected, Il gotta
fare. See? This cabs occupied"
The girl had drawn back. Ban
mister, too, stood in the street
now, the rain trickling down in
side his collar. Get inside" he
said harshly. You're drenched
already"
n BEDIENTLY she climbed into
" the cab. But" she appealed,
Il can't let you do this! 1 can't
take your cab from you'll"
She was a pretty girl. Very
pretty. In the dim light Bannis-
ter noted a pair Of grave, ~ide-Set
eyes and saw that her hair was
blond. He was aware, too, that
the constant trickling Of damp
ness inside his coat collar was I'M
comfortable.
He said, Its a bad night and
we both seem to need shelter.
Since there's plenty of room for
two in this cab perhaps you'd be
willing to let me ride with you"
"Of course will! It's your CAP
really. If you'll let me go as far
as the Hotel fremont I'll be
ever so grateful! I wouldn't think
of taking your cab away from
you'll"
Bannister stepped back into the
cab, leaned forward and said TO
the driver, Hotel fremont" Is
meant retracing the entire way
they had come but what of that?
He drew out a handkerchief,
wiped away the rain drops from
his neck. Rotten night" ne
said easily.
"Yes-it is"
He turned toward the girl and
was surprised to see that she was
gazing directly ahead As though