The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1933-01-27
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The following evening the "Heigh-
no. company set out on its road
tour. Dick Stanley accompanied
Sheila 10 the train.
AS they we're crossing Times
square in a taxicab he said to her
You know how I feel about you,
don't you, Sheila?"
Yes, ! know"
and do you still feel the same
way about this road tour? About
living in the country and marrying
one Of the leading citizens?"
you know / do, Dick" She slid
one hand into his confdingly. They
say show business gets into your
blood" Her eyes took in the gilt
tering electric signs they were pass
ing the stands where fruits drinks
we're sold, the shop windows, the
knots Of men and women who would
be homesick if they found them
selves five blocks away from Broad
way
Somehow I don't feel that way"
Sheila went on. She shook her
head. Show business hasn't ~
me yet. I want a real home, Dick,
and I'm going to have one"
Il wonder" thought Dick. He
wondered, too, what would be this
slim girls reception in the world
she envied so. There was no doubt
that her beauty would receive its
due Of admiration.
But Sheila Shayne was Of the
stage. born and bred. 1t was in
her very marrow. Could such a
girl make a place for herself in
small town?
ITO be sure Sheila was far from
Il typical of Broadway. Her
hands, though nicely manicured,
we're not cleaning with crimson dye.
Her trim little suit was simple and
inconspicuous.
Her face did not reflect the So
phistication Of the thoroughfare on
which she was most at home.
Dick Stanley though of small
towns as he knew them. He thought
Of young girls, sheltered but worldly.
inexperienced, yet assured. Con-
1dent and also critical.
Just how are you going to go
about all this?" he asked bluntly.
Sheila laughed. you mean how
am I going to make some man
marry me and give me a home?
I'm not going to-" She grew visit
full It's just that in such an at
mosphere I'm happier. I can't ex-
plain it,"
Don't try, dear"
How good Dick was! Sheila's
heart softened as she watched him,
assured and worldly-wise helping
her from the cab calling the porter
and arranging about her baggage.
He took her ticket, walked with
her to the tables, and gave it to
the official, Then, the red cap fol-
lowing, he moved with her toward
the train.
It exchanged that ticket and got
you lower BERTH" he explained
That was nice of you, but you
shouldn't have"
ooh, surely I can do that little
for you'll"
They were standing now at the
entrance of the car. The red cap,
struggling with Sheilas baggage,
had gone inside.
Are you going to write me?"
Dick asked.
"Of course"
Going to miss me?"
"How could I help it?"
TICK halted a train man to ask
~ how much time remained and
was told there was barely min
ute. -Four tiny blond chorus girls
came rushing down the stairs,
laughing and waving at their es-
cortS, who had been detained by a
ruthless conductor.
The girls spoke to Sheila as they
crowded past. The comedian APP
peared, led cap at his heels. A
tall young man, pacing the plat
| form, Hacked ashes from his cigaret,
preparatory to boarding the train.
The leading lady seems to be
having a party" said Dick. He and
Sheila moved aside as a. gay group
of men and women emerged from
the train, laughing and chatting.
The leading lady, in evening
clothes, appeared and babe them
/ farewell.
Well" said Sheila hesitating
1t was time OF get aboard.
'Well-!' Dick began, and then
his jaw squared. Look pleasant,
please! I'm going to kiss you. And
listen, young lady, it's not for good
by, either!"
No? For what then?"
For inStance!"
He gathered her, unprotesting,
into his arms. There was moment
Of tumult, unforeseen, unexpected.
Dicks first kiss! Another instant
and he was gone.
AS the train pulled out of Man
haitian Transfer Sheila, cozily abed,
watched the lights twinkling far
beyond. Apartment houses. Fac
tories. Crowded, hurried places, as
busting as New York.
But tomorrow there would be wide
sweeping meadows. winding rivers.
towns twinkling past. Just waking
in the early morning. Children
would be flocking to school, herded
! into safety zones as the express
Numbered past.
Small towns with every one
knowing everybody else Calling out
good-mornings, Hello, Bill" Hello,
Mary" Family groups bidding a
cousin or sister farewell
That was the world in which she
would find herself tomorrow. 1t was