The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-01-21
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BEGlN HEkE IO-DAX
 SHEILA SHAYNE, whose par- erlts were well known vaudeville entertainers, Is in New York look ing for a job. Sheila is dancer. After much Encouragement she Is hired to substitute for DAISY GLEASON, another dancer, who Ilos spraincd an ankle. While re. haarsing at JOE PARIS Song shop. SheiIa. meets TREVOR LANE and DICK STANLEY, rich and socially. prominent. Dick urges Lane to include Shcila in the program of entertainment at n party he is giving. Shcila de- clines but Dick comes to the the ater later and pcrsuades her to come. =
 At the party she meets several celebrities, including GORDON MANDRAKE, well known pro. ducer. She sees Dick frequently during the next few days and he tells her Mandrake is interested in her and is going to offer her n part in . play. However, Man. drake does not do so.
 Presently Daisy Gleason is able to dance again and Sheila finds herself out of . job once more. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
 CHAPTER XII
 Sheila reached home one after noon after fruitless round of agents offices weary, hot, yet that sooner or later something pleasant was going to happen. Could 1t be that Dick was back and had telephoned? Dick hud been out of town for some time. writing Sheila a careless line now and then.
 She descended into the odorous. tidy kitchen which was Mas lair, only to find 1t empty. The kettle on the cold stove was dead. Cur, tains blew on the mild breeze full of dead heat at the window. Care- fully washed milk bottles stood in an orderly row. The clock licked importantly.
 Sheila sank into q chair and famed herself with her hat. Ma Lowell was down the block" probab bly seated in Q rocker in someone's back yard, idly and in- nocently gossiping. Times were slack in summer among theatrical rooming house keepers.
 But Ma always left a pitcher of iced tea in the refrigerator and, pouring herself glass. Sheila fingered gratefully.
 Then suddenly she spied 1t. A scrap of paper propped against the sugar bowl on the red check- cred table. A telephone message, q nickel carefully placed in prominent spot lest Sheila might not have the change. Dear Ma! She knew that lack of nickel could spell downright disaster!
 The note read: "sheila call MT Mandrake at Bryant 0025. It may be a job--Ma.'
 Ma had taken messages before. Scrawled in the corner, as an afterthought. sheila found. Must of phoncd around 2.a6."
 It was hardly 3:3o now. If Mandrake wanted to see her that afternoon she had time to reach his office even allowing half hour in which to freshen up.
 She was trembling as. the nickel chimcd in the pay telephone In the street floor hall. Sheila gave the Bryant number. without look ing at the paper m her hand. Early in the season she had mem- orixed it. E
 "Mr, Mandrake's ofiice?" This is Miss shayne calling. I have message asking me to phone"
 The telephone operators voice sounded aloof, noncommittal. "Paine? What do you want to talk to Mir Mandrake about"
 sheila drowned unhappily. This seemed Q bad omen. The entire office should, she felt have been electrified to receive her call.
 sShaynel" she reported pa- tiently. s'Sheila Shayne, MT Man. drake called me an hour ago." After an interminable stretch of heart beats and telephone clicks another more decisive click scund-