The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-02-13

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 There was still one more night left. "Fine Feathers" was to de- part after the Saturday night show.
 Still Jerry did not appear. As Sheila slipped from tho stage door tho second night she saw Freddy Bryant and Ross, the comedian, waiting.
 "Imve Q bite with us7" they asked.
 "oh, that will be fun!" She tried. to make her voice seem eager though CT heart was lead | en. She knew they were doing what they could to help her and 1t was her duty to respond.
 Later that night she was able to convince herself 1t was chance and not deliberate neglect that kept Jerry from telephoning or coming to see her.
 She decided Saturday morning, therefore, to take affairs into her own hands. She arose at il and dressed carefully. Then she left her room, took the elevator to the street floor and, for once, entered the dining room for breakfast. It was almost deserted. The head waiter, recognizing her, rushed forward.
 "A nice seat near the window?" he urged.
 The window was well above the akw aH GhAlta nAAAAA Gh0 sat down, accepted the morning and gave her order.
 It was Q pleasant dining room. A pretty girl wearing white cap and ruffled apron brought the cof- fee. Then a walter served the breakfast.
 | Under pretense of assuring himself that everything was sat- isfactory the head waiter re- turned: "ls everything as you that on tho stage and also off you are exquisite"
 Thank you" He talked on eagerly then. He had three daughters. he said, all with stage aspirations. Would Miss Shayne be kind enough to give them some advice?
 "Tell them," she said, Ito stay off the stage." The waiter smiled. He was certain that she was joking. "My daughters admire you so much," he said. Everyone does, Miss Shayne."
 She saw that he really meant It. Sheila surrendered to 0 sudden impulse of kindness. ''Would your daughters like to come to the matinee to-day?" she asked. And to my dressing room after ward? It would be 8 pleasure for me to arrange it." The man was overwhelmed. He said that 1t would be an enor- nous, never-to-be-forgotten treat Scribbling on the back of an envelope, Sheila wrote an or: der to the box office. She anded 1t to the man and said, "Tell thom to come to the stage door after the performance. I will speak to the doorman."
 She went out into the sunshine conscious of the mans gratitude. At the telegraph office she asked for a blank, sat down and consid- cred what to write.
 Playing in Fine Feathers. Leaving tonight. Why not drop around? Sheila." That seemed sufficient. Friendly but imper- sonal.
 "I'm not sure of the address," she murmured to the obliging young man behind the counter. He bent his head respectfully, counted the words in the message and said, "Mr Wyman lives In Chester Square. We will tele- phone this message, Miss Shayne. The charge is 15 cents for tele- phone service"
 Shcila laid a half-dollar on the counter. "Where is Chester Square ?" she asked.
 "It's a suburb 15 miles west" Sheila slid the coin forward. She held out her hand for the blank. Could you-would you tell me the telephone number" she asked. ."I believe I'd rather give the message myself"
 You'll find 1t in the directory, Miss Shayne. It's listed in the Chester Square section. J. G. Wy man is the name."
 Thank you (TO be C0ntinued)