The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-01-19
SOW GO on WITH THE STORY.
CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER THREE
THE orchestra was playing but
Il there were only two couples on
the floor. Treasure, hesitating at
the door, met Oliver Keith's eyes
who nodded from the piano. I'm
certain what to do next she felt
the eyes of the check stand girl
upon her.
No! That is. yes, if you pleased
May speak to Mr.. Fernandez"
Mr.. Fernando is not in now"
Oh" gasped Treasure, fearing he
might have changed his mind. He
told me to be here at tonight"
A pair of hard blue eyes swept her
from head to foot.
I can call him, if you have an
appointment"
She beckoned to one of the wait
ers and said something which
Treasure did not hear and after a
few moments Pete Fernando wad-
died in from the kitchen. His smile
was business-like and reassuring.
You are here, yes? Take your
hat and coat off then and I will
introduce you to the other girls.
This is Gladys Murphy, Miss :"
he paused, fumbling for her name.
Mcclure, Treasure MCGUIRE"
The check girl snickered. 1t was
not the first time Treasure had
been reminded that her name was
an unusual one but she ignored it..
She also pretended not to notice,
as she took off her coat and ran
a comb through her shining hair,
that all the time she was doing
this Gladys Murphy was watching
her with mockery and a sort OF
yelled antagonism.
. L hope the other two are not
as unpleasant as this one" thought
Treasure, bracing herself for the
ordeal of meeting them.
Mr.. Fernando led the way to a
table near the door where they were
sitting. Two girls exactly opposite
in type slipped languidly from glasses
containing an amber colored liquid
which looked like whisky, but was
cold tea.
This is Treasure Mcclure, girls!
She's going to join you for awhile.
Juanita DeFoe," he explained nod
ding toward the tall girl with
swapping black eyes and bands of
hair like vanished jet, land Dor
othy Durfee," indicating with a
pudgy hand a short hoydeniSh look
ing blonde with brown eyes and
faxen hair.
That Dorothy's hair had been
bleached was obvious from the
dark roots and its stiff straw-like
quality. Fer skin was sallow. Her
features nondescript. At first
glance Treasure liked the statu-
esque Juanita better, but even Pete
Fernando seemed taken oack by the
frigidity of their reception.
Sit down here for 8. while and
let them tell vc1 what it's all
about" he said hastily and padded
off leaving her in the chilliest, most
atmosphere she had ever
encountered.
Juanita's beady eyes set too close
together stared at the dance floor.
Dorothy slipped her drink. Neither
made any effort to contribute the
desired information. Treasures
shoulders Strengthened involuntarily.
I'm new to this business" she
confessed, trying to keep her voice
"Out Mr.. Fernando
seems to think there's plenty of
money to be made at il"
Mr.. Fernando has been kidding
you," Dorothy retorted. Its all
Juanita and can do to keep from
starving"
TUANITA, who had sat like a
y craven image until now, leaned
across the table and spoke briefly:
What you trying to muscle in
here for?" she demanded in husky,
ciagaret voice.
Treasure stared at her in surprise.
Her voice had dripped venom like
the fangs of a snake. Yet in spite
of this Treasure could see their side
of it. If there wasn't enough work
for two hoSteSSeS they naturally
would resent the appearance of a
third.
I can understand exactly how you
feel,' she said sympathetically. You
mean there aren't enough butter
and egg men to go around"
At this remark both girls looked
at her suspiciously to see if she were
making fun of them, but Treasure
was serious. Suddenly, Dorothy
threw back her head and began TO
laugh.
You said it, baby! So what?"
I'm terribly sorry" Treasure said
sincerely. III find something else
to do just as sool as can, but with
me it's question of supporting five
other people"
There was a flash of comprehen-
sion in Dorothy's brown eyes.