The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1933-01-20

BY choosing the least crowded
thoroughfares, he could have her
back at the hall where the rehear-
sal was to be held in plenty of time.
The sky across the Palisades was
rosy. The silver roughness of the
river reflected every shade of the
sunset. The park, high on the
rocks, twinkled uncertainty with
diamond-hke lights, growing bright
er and brighter as the sky slowly
faded.
Sheila Strengthened. Dick must
MT tell her now that he loved her
It wouldn't do. Both of them had
so many other things to think
about.
But did he really love her! Did
she want him to tell her SO even
if it we're true?"
Il think we should turn back,
Dick" she told him, withdrawing
her hand. Its getting late"
Just as you say" He did not
raise his eyes.
CWIFTLY the car skinned down
~ the drive, crossed into the park
at One hundred tenth street and
picked up the winding road through
the trees. They reached Forty fifth
street at 7 o'clock promptly
III be waiting when you've fin
ished," Dick said.
Sheila ran up the stairs, her
cheeks burning. Was Dick going to
ask her to marry him? If she
agreed, what would they live on?
Dick had said that he was the
poor member of the family. He
meant poor, no doubt, according to
Trevor Lanes standards-not her
own. Dick hardly could rent that
lovely penthouse without a fair in
come.
True enough, his home wasn't
anything like the palatial quarters
where Trevor Lane lived. TrevorS
apartment was a show place-a per-
feet setting for the sort of parties
he gave.
Dicks rooms were coy with
deep, comfortable chairs, dark
wood, his Docks, his fireplace. his
cluttered tables. Dick was fine
fellow, real friend-but did she
want him to fall in love with her?
AS Sheila took her place on the
stage she tried to put all this from
her mind.
The chorus was going through it's
PAGES. Weary girls in practice
suits, always willing, always cheer
full under the most grueling, tortu-
Gus drilling. They looked little
more than children.
These girls received little pay, and
for that they worked long hours,
endured the bittelest critical COM
ments from sarcastic stage man
ayers.
Sheila watched the chorus STEP
ping through it's routine. Then the
ensemble fell back against the
wings and she fluttered into the
open space.
That's right" the dance director
nodded, seating himself, but not
raising his eyes from Sheilas feet.
See that, girls? Watch how
Shayne does that step!"
THE girls attained respectful
Il attention. Black curls bent to
blond frizzes and nodded approval.
All eyes were on Shelias flying
feet.
Countless times the chorus went
through the routine. Countless
times Sheila fluttered down among
them, smiling, slowing step and
repeating it for their edif1cation.
Eight o'clock came. Half the
chorus left abruptly, looking anx-
iouSly at their cheap little wrist
watches. To be five minutes ate
might mean the loss of a pay check.
Shelia stayed on. She was not
in another show, as the dance di-
rector we'll knew. She could hear
the horn of Dicks car honking i'm
patiently through the open window
giving on the street.
Then she heard the car draw away
to round the block. A traffic police
man had been responsible for that,
no doubt! Presently she heard the
car pulling up to the curb again.
Nine o'clock came. Nine-fifteen.
Shelia remained f1uttering. weaving
twirling, her hair Hopping, her heart
pounding with fatigue, her face
slightly flushed but her smile and
her eyes serene.
At $50, on Dicks fifth round of
the block, she appeared in the door,
way She smiled gratefully and
stepped into the seat beside the
wheel.
"Tired?" he asked.
Terribly. The air will do me
good, though. So will a little food.
Have you eaten?"
Dick looked toward her in mild
rebuke. We're going to have dim
ner together" he said gently. Nov
and always, Shelia! Give up this
crazy idea, won't you, and stay
here? Pleased"
Ito Be Continued