The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1933-01-07
CHAPTER FIVE
TOE PARIS moved toward the

CHAPTER FIVE
TOE PARIS moved toward the
- practice rooms, followed by the
other two men. Miss Shayne Is
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. 1t 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 energetically,
Swimming like a bird across the
room, breaking into kicks, tapping
again. 1t wasn't that the newcomer
was too young to be a producer!
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 a producer, either. Had
he been filling the cast of a show
he would have watched her for a
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 a brisk wind, she
smiled gently, eyes on the ceiling
and danced on.
This girls a 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
Hanseuse. 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 a 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 moment to come
face to face with any young man!
We'll, 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,
whose appreciation could mean in
slant recognition.
Bill was beaming at her as
slough she We're one of his own
prize pupils and drew her into the
circle
Miss Shayne, Joe. Miss Shayne,
Mr. Lane, and-er your friend
there-I didn't catch the name?
oh, yes Stanley! Mr.. Stanley,
Sheila." Bills voice was impor-
tant. His eyes were on Joe Paris
face.
"Shayne," repeated Joe medita-
lively, acknowledging the girls bow
with curt nod. "Shayne. You're
Johnny Desmonds daughter, aren't
you? How come you changed your
name?"
II wanted to make good on
my own. Mr.. Paris" Her voice was
trembling. Il didn't want managers
to hire me or agents to book me on
my parents account.
You see, if I get anywhere I want
1t to be because I am a dancer. not
because my mother and father
were
The big man nodded approvingly.
"Still that doesn't keep you from
inheriting Johnny'S spunk," he said
reflectively. And you can dance
all right You're good!"
Good! You can dance all right"
Such words as those from Joe Paris!
If Joe troubled to praise a routine
it meant something. Always con-
siderate, always helpful to an actor
in trouble or a down and-outer, Joe
never scattered undue praise.
The kindest thing" he would re-
peat firmly and frequently; the
kindest thing you can do for some
of them is TO send them back to the
five-and-dime stores. But If they
are good, tell them sol"
DILL glowed at the tribute. "Mr.
ID Lane here" he said. indicat-