The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1933-02-07

E lil4ILE dDOAb LAldl, Ulloo Dlldyltt lit
said. Within five minutes Sheila
would be back on the stage dancing
with this youth. She turned to him
determined to conquer her despon-
dency.
"Freddy-here I am keeping you
Waiting" she exclaimed. then dis
appeared in her dressing room to
return few moments later wear
ing another costume.
"Jerryll be waiting" she told
herself all through the performance.
Hell come. know he will"
There was still one more night
left. Fine Feathers" was to depart
after the Saturday night show.
Still Jerry did not appear. AS
Sheila slipped from the stage door
the second night she saw Freddy
Bryant and Ross, the comedian,
waiting.
Have bite with us?" they
asked.
"Oh, that will be fun!" She tried
to make her voice seem eager
though her heart was leaden. She
knew they we're doing what they
could to help her and it was her
duty to respond.
I AFTER that night she was able
Il to convince herself it was
chance and not deliberate neglect
that kept Jerry from telephoning
or coming to see her.
She decided Saturday morning,
therefore, to take affairs into her
own hands. She arose at IL and
dressed carefully.
Then she left her room, took the
elevator to the street floor and, for
once, entered the dining room for
breakfast. 1t was almost deserted.
The head waiter, recognizing her,
rushed forward.
"A nice seat near the window"
he urged.
The window was well above the
street and Sheila nodded. She
sat down, accepted the morning
newspaper with a smile of thanks
and gave her order.
1t was a pleasant dining room.
A pretty girl wearing a white cap
and ruffled apron brought the cof-
fee. Then a waiter served the
breakfast.
Under pretense of assuring
himself. that everything was sat-
isfactOry the head waiter re-
turned.
rs everything as you wish?" he
asked. L hope, Miss Shayne, you
won't mind my saying that on the
stage and also off you are ex-
quisite"
Thank you"
He talked on eagerly then. He
had three daughters, he said, all
with stage aspirations. Would Miss
Shayne be kind enough to give
them some advice?
Tell them" she said, ITO stay off
the stage"
The waiter smiled, He was GER
tain that she was joking. MY
daughters admire you so much" he
said. Every one does, Miss Shayne. "
She saw that he really meant it.
Sheila surrendered to a sudden i'm
pulse of kindr eSs.
Would your daughters like to
come to the matinee today?" she
asked. And to my dressing room
afterward? 1t would be a pleasure
for me to arrange it,"
The man was overwhelmed. He
said that it would be an enormous.
never-to-b be- forgotten treat for the
girls.
CCRIBBLING on the back Of an
~ envelope Sheila wrote an order
to the box office.
She handed it to the man and
said, Tell them to come to the
stage door after the performance.
l will speak to the doorman."
She went out into the sunshine
conscious of the mans gratitude.
At the telegraph office she asked
for blank, sat down and consid-
cred what to write.
playing in Fine Feathers Leav-
ing tonight. Why not drop around?
Sheila." That seemed sufficient.
Friendly but impersOnal.
I'm not sure of the address," she
murmured to the obliging young
man behind the counter.
He bent his head respectfully,
counted the words in the message
and said, "Mr. Wyman lives in
Chester square. We will telephone
this message, Miss Shayne. The
charge is Is cents for telephone
service"
Sheila laid half dollar on the
counter. Where is Chester square?"
she asked
It's a suburb fifteen miles west. !"
Sheila slid the coin forward. She
held out her hand for the blank.
Gould you-would you tell me the
telephone number?" she asked. II
believe I'd rather give the message
myself"
You'll find it in the directory,
Miss Shayne. It's listed in the
Chester square section, J. G. Wy
man is the name"
THANK you"
Ten minutes later she was back
in her hotel room, her heart throb-
bling in a tumult of excitement.
Rustling the leaves of the direc-
tory, she came to the number. An
instant later she heard herself in
a far away voice asking for Jerry
Wyman.
Mr.. JerTy?" the servant at the
other end of the wire repeated. I'll
see if he's in. Who is cali. %"
ITO Be Continued