The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-08-24
Q 1925 kEA Service. Inc.

J Sle PAID her lduQldQy ana mOfe(
into one Of the bungalows pleasant.
er rooms. She added discreetly t
her wardrobe a few things she haC
been needing badly since leaving
Crest Lake.
In way, she was happier a
Maisie's sandwich shop than sht
had been at Crest Lake Inn witt
all its gaiety and the splendid sal.
airy. And she was certainly no
lonely at Maisie's busy counter.
1t was only when she reached the
stucco bungalow and the privacy Of
her single room that she grew
lonely. Through the thin walls she
would hear the landlady's radio
bringing music from Cocoanut
Grove. Sometimes she would recall
ruefully that Cocoanut Grove hac
been her very first destination in
Hollywood.
A ND one night she did go to the
"A Grove. Its something you
ought to see before you die" Maisie
told her. MY brothers going to
take me tonight, and we'd like to
have you come along"
But I don't like to intrude," 10
hesitated.
"Intrude-on a brother?" hooted
Maisie. Don't be goofy!"
Maisie's brother was big, strap
ping young fellow who had a Job
with an electrical company and
liked to talk ampares and kilowatts
and alternating current-until Mai
sic would shut him up.
Obviously he liked 10, but under
the spell of the music at Cocoanut
Grove she was hardly aware of Jim
Lester. The palms shadowing the
softly lighted tables, the gorgeous
gowns of the healthily sun-tanned
women, the trim mess jackets of the
men, all formed kaleidoscope pat
tern which fascinated 10.
"Where'd you come from, any,
hOW?" Jim Lester wanted to know
during the first dance together.
You're awfully darned swell"
10 hardly heard. Isn't that Will
liam Powell over there at that ia
bic by the wall?"
Annoyed, Jim Lester swung
around to the rhythm of the white
coated band. Sure it's William
Powell" he told her laughing. And
right across the way from him Is
Bing Crosby and his wife, too. But
what of it? Say, after you've been
in Hollywood as long as have these
movie stars will be a dime a dozen
to you'll"
But, all evening long, Jim Testers
cynicism failed to spoil JOS enjoy
ment. 1--we had a grand time" she
told Maisie and Jim when they
dropped her off before the stucco
Bungalow.
Glad you did" jim told her.
We'll do it again"
''He means without me-" Maisie
said. Il know that tone!"
NEXT morning, behind the coun-
IN ter of the sandwich shop, 10
heard a familiar voice say, Just a
cup of coffee, goddess" and looked
up into the smiling face of Peter
Fragonet.
Il saw you with Maisie last night
at the Grove" he told her. And
I had a bunch. 1t was a good bunch,
too. How long have you been
working here?"
Almost a month";" 10 told him
shortly. will you have a sand
wich with your coffee?"
Fragonet shook his head, framed
a question of his own: Have you
changed your mind yet, 10, about
me?"
mo :" In a lower tone she
AIDED, Wont you please let me
alone, Peter?'
There's no harm in coming to
Maisie'S for a cup Of coffee, is
there?" he asked lightly. What
time do you get OFF,"
10 glanced nervously down the
counter. Two women, recognizing
Fragonet, were all ears. 81 can't talk
to you here, Peter. Please do be
sensible. Those women are listen
ing"
Let me have your address then,
and Ill see you tonight" He leaned
forward, still smiling. Cor else we'll
talk right herewith the ladies lis
tening"
Trembling with anger, 10 told him
the address, of the stucco bungalow,
then turned her attention to an
other patron. When she looked up
again Fragonet had gone.
All day long she rehearsed what
she must tell FTagonet tonight. She
knew she dare not tell him of Bole-
sons warning. for Fragonet, with
his explosive temperament, would
be almost certain to accuse his en-
ployer of meddling. But 10 knew
she must make it very plain to
Peter Fragonet that she did not
love him, that she never would love
him. Tonight must be the finish
of the whole unfortunate business.
When 10 reached home she
sought out her landlady, that pessi-
mistic woman who thoroughly ap-
proved her tenant now that 10 had
started to work in the sandwich
shop.
Il wonder if you'd let me have
the use of your front room for half
an hour tonight? I'm expecting a