The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1933-01-24

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ance.
"Blaine's no good in that part"
! she repeated. Get rid Of him,
Craig. and find some one else
Abbott looked up from the book
he had been reading. He said,
Well, if you want lin fired, fire
him. Why not?"
She pouted. Il can't do it, Craig.
You know that. But I'm warning
YOU right now there isn't show in
town big enough for both Of us"
The man eyed her. Then why
not fire yourself for a change?
You've already gotten rid of a good
comedian, cute little dancer and
half the chorus"
He counted them off on slim fin
gers. you ruined two expensive
costumes for no reason at all. Spike
heels" he paused to allow his
change of tone TO sink in, aren't
awfully good for velvet frocks, are
they?"
But I want Blaine fred"
Darling, why didn't you say that
before? III go and see him right
away. Where does he live? 1t would
be too bad to drag him way down to
the theater tonight, when he won't
be needed"
LIE rose and was halfway to the
L L door before Marion stopped
him with hand on his arm.
Go back and sit down" she
begged, trying to laugh. The venom
had drained from her eyes and at
that moment she looked innOcuous.
Her skin, as she we'll knew and
frequently announced, was flawless.
Her hair, without that last gold
rinse, would have been lovely. It's
curl was fairly natural. And the
tilt of her head was superb. Even
at that moment, Abbott would have
agreed to all this.
None of these facts, however, in
tereSted him. He was thoroughly
tired of Marion and Marion's petty
whims
What is the chaps number?
Well get the business over" Abbott
went on.
Marion named Blaine's hotel. She
was looking worried Somehow, she
didn't like this mood of Craig's.
She never had seen him quite like
this before.
III call him." the man was say
ing, and take him out to dinner"
But l thought you were having
dinner with me?"
For answer Abbott gave the oper-
ator the number. A moment more
and he was asking for jim Blaine.
There was pause and then he
said, Blaine? This is Craig Abbott
speaking. You don't know me, but
I'm interested in When Lights Are
Low Wonder if you'd dine with
me this evening? I'd like to suggest
a few changes"
LIE winked at Marion, who quick
n l. ly recovered her composure.
This was going to be all right. How
Blaine would Writhe! Still-hadn't
he contract?
She wrinkled her forehead mo-
ment over this, then decided that he
probably was too new to the show
business to think Of detail such as
that. In that case, everything would
be fine!
We'll, it's settled" Craig re-
marked, as he replaced the tele-
phone. He did not return to his
seat. Instead, he closed the book
he had been holding and replaced it
on the table.
III leave this-or have you a
book?" he asked dryly.
DO you know any more old
jokeS?" Marion retorted But she
flushed. The old story of the book
and the chorus girl never had
amused her.
Craig smiled as he let himself
out of the apartment. And now"
he said to himself, II wonder just
what inducement I can offer to get
an introduction to that little girl
who looked as though she liked red
geraniums. Let's see-when was it
1 saw her-?"
Four hours later they were seat
ed at dinner table. There were
places for three at the table, but
jim Blaine had had to leave early to
reach the theater. Abbott leaned
forward, looking directly into Sheila
Shaynes eyes.
Ito Be Continued