The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1936-03-26
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you'll meet me for dinner"
Toby saw clock on the build
ing across the street. The hands
pointed TO 4:25. Without waiting
to hear more, she exclaimed, "Oh,
I've got to hurry!" and fed.
She was breathless when she
opened the door of the tenth floor
studio. A woman in a green smock
came forward and said, Miss
Ryan,"
Eyes. I hope I'm not late"
The woman glanced at a wrist
watch. NO." she said, "by my
time you're a few minutes early.
the photographer is busy with an
other model, but you can go in the
dressing room and get ready. You'll
find the hats you're to wear on the
table"
Toby went into the dressing
room. Thank fortune, that clock
on the street had been fast
1t was an hour and half later
when she emerged from the build
ing. Dusk had fallen and shop
windows were lighted. Ahead,
street lights glowed in the semi
darkness. Toby stood at the en-
trance for moment. looking to
left and right.
II
DUT there was no young man in
II tweed topcoat and jaunty
gray felt anywhere in sight. Toby
hadn't really expected that there
would be. She just wanted to be
sure. He'd said that he did wait,
that other time
That, Toby promptly assured her.
self was nonsense. Since when had
she taken to believing the lines
OF fresh young men, trying to pick
up dates? He was a fresh young
man. What else could you call him
coming to the store the way he
had, asking her to have dinner with
him when they hadn't even been
introduced? And he must have
thought she was the sort of girl
who would accept such an invita-
ton or he wouldn't have asked her.
The idea of believing, even for a
minute, that he was different from
any of the other fresh young men!
He wasn't different; he was, exactly
like the rest.
No, she'd never see Mr.. Timothy
Jameson Cf that really was his
name) again. Hurrying toward the
avenue, she told herself she didn't
even want to see him.
1t was Wednesday, the night she
usually had dinner with Bill
Brandt, and she met him at their
lavorlte cafeteria. The little table
they favored, in a corner Swallowed
oy the balcony, was vacant.
TOBY set plate of chicken and
noodles and another of perfec-
ton salad on the red-and white
checked table cloth, discarded the
tray and looked across at Bill.
She said, Il think I'm going to
nave chance to pose for some
really important pictures next week
L was IN Tone & Raleigh's studio
this Afternoon and they practically
promised me"
She went on, relating the davis
adventures-except, of course. the
encounter with the young man on
the bus. Bill was always interested
IN everything Toby did, the places
she went and people she met.
Say" he said, that's fineI
You're getting on, Toby. Heading
right for the top. Didn't T tell
your"
She didn't notice as she talked
important names rolling glibly from
ner tongue, quoting figures that
would have seemed enormous a few
weeks ago, that Bill had little to
say. Once she asked, What are
you working on now, Bill?" Arv-
thing new?"
Same old chores" he told her.
TOBY didn't ask questions. She
remembered something another girl
VINO modelled had told her, launched
into the narrative.
THEY finished the evening with
IL movie. 1t was a picture
starring Norma Shearer, and Toby.
intent on the screen drama, could
not forget that the glamorous
heroine once had stood, even as
Toby Ryan, before the cameras of
commercial photographers. Of
course Tooy wasn't dreaming of
hollywood career. Nothing like that
Still 1t was exciting!
They took the subway home
Toby didn't need to rise early the
next morning, but she knew that
Bill did. The light from a street
lamp shone down on them as they
stood before her rooming house.
Toby suddenly noticed Bills coat.
1t wasn't an expensive tweed, nor
was it cut on smart lines. 1t was
just an ordinary. two-year-old coat.
Bill looked well, a bit shabby
Shed never thought about it be-
fore.
She said goodnight then. She
looked over her shoulder from the
top step, smiling as she usually did,
but it wasn't Bill she was think
ing Of. She was thinking of young
man with brown eyes beneath a
jaunty gray felt-a young man she
was never going to see again. Of
course, it didn't make the slightest
difference
Toby turned her key in the lock
and went inside. From the open
door at the end of the hall the