The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1933-01-07


skilliul at mind reading
"Shayne? Shcila Shayne?" he
said Never heard of her, but that
doesn't mean anything. Maybe we
w! some day. Let's talk to her"
CHAPTER FIVE
TOE PARIS moved toward the
- practice rooms, followed by the
other two men. Miss Shayne Isl
booked at Jackson Heights to-
night" he said.
Without preamble, Joe opened the
door. This time there was no halt
ing Of step or cessation Of the mu-
sic It was Joe, the great Paris,
and welcome indeed!
Joe's presence in a practice room
always meant something. Sheila
continued with the difficult routine
She was dancing beautifully.
Her eyes met Dick Stanley's as,
without stopping, she glided swiftly
down the room. She smiled guard
edly a trifle mischievOusly So he
was a friend of Joes! Maybe he
had brought Joe back. Maybe he
was a producerl
She decided against this almost
Immediately, topping energeticallyt
skimming like a bird across the
room, breaking into kicks, tapping
again. 1t wasn't that the newcomer
was too young to be producerl
They could be as young as they
pleased, provided they had money.
This young man was too interest
ed in the things about him. He
didn't look bored. And a producer
has to learn very early to look
bored and unimpressed if he doesn't
want to be besieged by Would-be
hangers-on at every turn.
Sheila didn't think the other
man was producer, either. Had
he been filing the cast of show
he would have watched her for
few minutes and then disappeared.
Instead, he was talking to Joe and
reckoning to Bill Brady.
1t was clear. however, that Sheila
was the subject of the conversa-
ton Tapping. Whirling, twirling
like a flower in brisk wind, she
smiled gently, eyes on the ceiling,
Snd danced on.
= } This girls real dancer" Bill
began affably. And again Sheila
smiled. Not five minutes before,
when she muffed a turn, Bill had
called her hopeless.
Five minutes more and he would
make her the worlds leading
danseuse. That was show business
for you.
Jimmy reached the end of the
theme and began again, but Bill cut
in briskly. That's all, Tim. You,
Shayne-come here!"
CHE was going to meet Joe Paris!
~ He had noticed her! Equally
marvellous, she was going to meet
this boy who had been watching
her
She must look sight now, her
hair every which way, her face
beaming. With a crumpled little
handkerchief, Sheila attempted to
repair the raVages of the last two
hours. What a moment to come
face to face with any young man!
Well, if he liked me this way,
he'll like me dressed up. That's
one comfort" she thought despair
ingly.
Oddly it did not occur to her to
wonder If Joe Paris liked her-JOe,
u whose appreciation could mean in
4 slant recognition.
Bill was beaming at her as
q slough she were one Of his own
prize pupils and drew her into the
arircle.
Miss Shayne, Joe. Miss Shayne,
Mr.. Lane and-er, your friend
here-I didn't catch the name?
oh, yes, Stanley! Mr.. Stanley
Sheila." Bills voice was impor-
hnt. His eyes were on Joe Paris
ace.
"Shayne," repeated Joe medita-
vely. acknowledging the girls bow
It'll a curt nod. "Shayne. You're
ahnny Desmonds daughter, aren't
u? How come you changed your
me?"
IL wanted to make good on
own, Mr. Paris" Her voice was
mbling. L didn't want managers
hire me or agents to book me on
parents account.
Gou see. if get anywhere I want
b be because am a dancer, not
Ruse my mother and father
lie big man nodded approvingly.
ii that doesn't keep you from
kriting Johnny'S Spunk," he said
sctiyely. And you can dance
right. You're good"
foodl You can dance all right
words as those from Joe Paris
De troubled to praise a routine
cant something. Always con-
tate. always helpful to an actor
8ouble or a down-and-oute Joe
scattered undue praise.
lie kindest thing" he would re-
firmly and frequently, "the
st thing you can do for some
I'm is to send them back to the
nd-dime stores. But If they
pod, tell them sol"
81 glowed at the tribute. "NTr.
Lane here" he said, indicat-