The Cedarville Herald, Volume 50, Numbers 1-26

® JOMHSOH FEA TURES IfSC. ^ B w r i o i v **ufi*r9*' 'IQVKROMHO* /HR* MAM" : ‘NOJKYtfitrrir MAO TH Ii WHIR ■ •»M»i« Mmsem. « ifcmuf* HUt» tsiiMf tsathsr vf #& I* anyiMo# birt tk* fltii m * « «trt y»tt mw* • x M *• b* " mm I* Hsw» •vev, that St exactly what *Ha t*» Far year* *H« haa b**ft of §*{«• to HeSIywe&A to brsak tot* atotaraa* Tht ahty Arawbaek to h tr amhi- tfan (a lack «f messy- Everythtog aha u r n haa a way a» slipping through har fingers, Far aha naa a M**i*n far nioa things—expenslve •semetiee, real laaa an har under- things, hand-ambroldary an her Arose**. - •he triaa to barraw aavaral him- dtoda af dallara from har father and har eM-maltf AUNT GCR- TRUCK, Rut they both refute to land her a cent for tueh a wild gees* chaaa a t Rains to Hollywood to try far fame and tortun* In the fllma, So data ANDREW JER- ROLD, * young aaleaman . of "uaad1' automebiles, Andy beflfia har to stay a t homo and marry him. Finally, just baforc school apona on# autumn, Bobble's phanca comaa, MRS. PARKINS, a wall-to- da widow with whom Bobbie's wid­ owed father la In love, landa har the maitay to take har to Holly, ^ wood, muoh to Mr. Raneom'a dta* plaaaure. Ha. Ilka Andy, thlnka that woman’s place la tha home- In Hollywood Bobble find* * com­ fortable roam a t the homo of MRS, MANGAN, whoV lust «a outer «e aha can be, CHAPTER VIII Tha yellow cab pulled up la trout of a bouse that aid not look at all like a* ordinary rooming ,hOU88. It was large and spotless with white paint. In all a t Its shining square-paned windows were clean •white cartatos, and before it stretched a smooth, green lawn bordered by a three-foot hedge of geraniums with big veVretjr red blooms glowing among its green iG&YQq. On the porch were willow, rock­ ers and 'a willow settee piled with soft-looking cushions of dowered cretonne. There were msgasines on A wicker table. Only one thing—a email square sign tacked b- side, the street num­ ber—-betrayed the fact that the house was anything but a private home. That sign read simply Bobbie went up the steps,, after a short look around her. and rang the doorbell. It was answered by a middle, aged -woman who wasn’t so tall as she looked to be. Her hair was gray. So were her tired eyes, So was her house-dress, and even-tor skin seemed to have taken on a faint tinge of' gray. She was as •olorless as her. house was gay an* cheerful. Babble glanced from her to the folded newspaper in her hand. ‘1 came about a room to rent," the sakl, her Voice faltering a lit- . tie, - "Oh, yes." The woman’s voice was like her eyos—tired and gen­ tle. . "It’s up here." she said, “At the head of the fairs. Come right along." There was a fresh, airy, clean smell In the house, and the stairs and the upper hallway were jus! as spotless as the Outside of the house h*d been. "Here’s the room," the gray-look- ing woman said, and opened & White door a t the head of the . fairs, Bobble stepped in ahead of her. It vras a large square room lighted by two front windows. The floor, was waxed and there were groom blue rag rugs on It. The sheer white curtains were boun«* In green-blue voile. - The furniture was painted a soft green-blue, too. There w a smell of fresh paint in the room, and the woman laid a Work-hard­ ened finger on the toot of the bod. "Dry as a bone,” she remarked. "I painted it myself last week. But three coats on I t ” There was a little thrill of pride in her voice when she said it. "I learned how to do it last spring, when we had aft interior decorator living hero with us," Bhe added plaintively. “She got a Job in one of the studios and took a flat by herself.” Bobbie gated all around the room. She remembered how Aunt Gertrude had warned her not to take any room until she had thrown back the bed covers to see if the mattes* were clean,, and to be sure to peep into the clothes closet to see if that were clean ««s aw«et smelUna. too. Hke knew the ought to do thoso things. But, somehow, she couldn’t do it with the landlady Standing there looking a t her with proud, pathetic eyes, "Would you like to sec the bath­ room?" she ask'd in her tired voice, And Bobbie followed her to a bathroom almost sS largo e • the front bedroom Itself. The first thing she noticed about it wat the duantlty of towels in it. Thsre were six towel racks and five of them wero ^loaded with clean towels. The sixth was empty. -"This would be your rack, Miss she said. "Ransom," Bobble told her, ana •he went fin: . . . . "I have three young ladles living with me now. The other two racks belong to Mr. Siangan afld me, We all have to use this one bathroom, so everybody in the house has a special time tor com­ ing Into It In the morning, And we always have plenty of hot water, I had a now heater put la last wlfiter, I always say there’s nothing so dreary as a lukewarm bath, unless It’s bike warm coffee," "The ad said 'kltehea prlvl- tages’," Bobble said timidly. that menft 1 could get break* fast in your kitchen?" "fas, and any cube* meal you wanted to cook ft* yontoBlf.” the landlady answered, "But thera’fi. on# thing 1Won’t have in my house-, . xnd that's co.)Hng and eats n in tM uf.h-'-'-'C-M I ava’t hove tosd kept a «y place toil ta tho kitchen, got botes downstair* where **., c*« put th" you buy As she tals.oU ahv .-switju the stairs once more, and Bobbi followed after'.her. - Through a shining, woll-fur- nUhed "vlng room, through a din­ ing room that was fairly alive with iparklljig glassware in glass cup- bards they went, The Mtcben at the back of the house t was like the kitchens in (alrly-story books for children. The cupboards were filled with blue and white china, and the shelves were all trimmed with lace paper. - There were thin curtains of blue- snd-whlte gingham in the sunny windows, and' on the sills wore potted pink geraniums.' A canary lang in a braes cage on the porch just beyond the screen door, and on the floor three tiny cats were asleep In a . triangle. The rugs were oval rag rugs of blue and white, and there were blue and white ruffled, cushions in the two white rocking chairs. A brown tea-pot on. the gaB ptoVe sent a cozy bubbling sound Into the warm atr. ■ The landlady opened .the doer that le* down into a basement., lust within * was a shelf, and on the shcdf were four large tin. boxes painted" white.- "My young ladies keop their food In these boxes, and they can keep them padlocked It they want to," said Mrs. MangAtt, "Not that they do—any of ’em," Bobble loohtd a t her speechless, and wondered It the-young ladles were as old-maidish as Mrs. Man- gan herself. More than that, she wondered how on earth this spot­ less place looked when there were four or fivt women In It, all cook­ ing a t the same time. And how did "Mr. Mangan,” whoever he was, feel In a house so full of to males as till one apparently was! "My husband works nights," the landlady broke in upon bet thoughts. "So he’s usually asleep fir gone when the young ladles who live With me are here. You'll find you'll be very comfortable and quiet here, Miss Ransom, It yon card to take the room." 'Bobble wondered is "Mr. Mangan" wore, the landlady’s husband. Probably. "You never aorve moals ’your­ self?" she asked. The woma shook h e r gray head. "Oh, no," she said, with her first show of spirit ‘Tvo enough to do, taking care of the house, without bothering with * l lot ol cooking, I never did like to cook much, anyway, I f ’twasn't for can openers and delicatessens, Mr. Mangan would go hungry half the time, so he says." Bobbie decided then that “Mr, Managua" was her husband, "l think I’ll take the room,” she said, "I'll have the taxi-man bring In my luggage right now, if It's all right." Then she remembered her trunks, and cent the taxi-man back to the station with the checks ter thorn. By six o’clock she was al set­ tled in Mrs. Mangafi’s front room. The books she had brought with her wore on A shelf between the two windows, her dresses were hung la tho closet like limp ghosts, and her underthlUgs were plied In Alan—they loved t a woman, uot to do things for her, but only be­ cause they were thrilled by ber. They fell in love, not with her brain that made her ambitious and Interesting, but with her bodily beauty. "Andy," thought Bobble, stand­ ing before her mirror. “He wouldn't lays me a bit If I didn't have yellow hair and brown eye* and a dimple. He wouldn't!" And yet—if she got into the moving pic- tures wouldn’t it be because of the dimple, the brown eyes, and the raw-gold hair, too? Good looks wore important, after all. To a woman a t any rate. She couldn't1 get very far without them, it scorned, In u ls world. She dqelded to go out Into the mellow late afternoon, and get something to eat along the famous boulevard. Hollywood boulevard! The words chanted themselves over and over In Bobble's excited brain as she pqt on her bat and jveriaid her month with vormll- !Cn lipstick; the kind that doesn’t come. off. Just as she was turning to pick, up her haandbftg from the bed, a knock came on the door, Mrs. Mangan stood there With two of the potted geraniums from the kitchen In her hands. ‘T thought these might brighten op your room a little," she said, a small smite on her face, "You can set them en the window-sills. If yed want to.” When Bobbie turned around from the window*, she was still standing la the doorway. One of her hands was outstretched, "Pm afraid Vlt haye to ask you tor your first and last week’s board now, in advance,” she said briskly. Bobble .was . surprised that she - could be as business-like as sbe was, all a t once, “Why—why, of course," she an­ swered. "But why do I have to pay for the last week I’ll spend In this room, now? Bo you mean I’m to pay you for two weeks?" Mrs. Mangan nodded her head gently, "Yes, dear," she said. "If you know Hollywood the way 1 do, you’d underataand why I ask for it. Polks come here from all ovc-r the world—and a lot of ’em go broke. They just sell everything they have, and then they leave without paying me. These girls who come out here, thinking they’re going to s*t the world on fife In the movies—poor things!" ” She took a quick look a t Bob­ ble’s face, as she silently counted out sixteen dollars from her bag. And suddenly, as her eyes passed over the smooth white skin, the thick black lashes that lay on the curve o f’ the cheeks, the heart shaped mouth with It* lacquer-red coloring, a thought seemed to strike her. *T11 bet you’re hero to get into pictures,” she said, "aren’t yCu?” Bobbie’s brown eyes with their golden light#, looked up at ho?. "If 2 «es,” she said onletly, Mrs. Mangan looked disgusted. "You’d better talk to Miss Del* roy, who lives hero with me,” she remarked. "Her right name Is Riggs—StsBa Riggs. But Dsiroy’s the name she picked when Bhe The SSL™ rrf the dresser with «m e here- to get Mo pictures. rmt!e ifava of 'violet That two 01 th.rAa Y«M» A*°«' S S S S •* musties, traum a tratdor boiM ‘Hg* » J K f K She closed the door and weal down Malts, and two minutes later Bobble went down, too. t o the float parch sat a slender „ little red-haired girl. She wat ie c, *uuy . * reading one of the film trade msg- Sho had cut tlo photograph of Rfl!j eg Babble pushed open wero set out oa the blue-green dresser, and on the bracket* shelves a t the ssdo wero two pho­ tographs- Guo of her father, and one of Andy Jerrold. Andy from the oparts page of a newspaper tea or eleven years be­ fore, when ho had boon a lugh- sehool football player and she had been a lioro-worahipplng little girl. Tho picture showed him In toot* ball togs with hie hair In wild dis­ order and a broad grin on his muddy face. the screen doer she looked up from It, ■ Then sho get up. “You’re Miss Ransom,” she said in a high fluting vdeo, “Mrs, Man* gan says you want me to tell you what I know about getting lute pic­ tures. I’m Stella Belroy.'* “Why, yes,” Bobble answered to- Far m o fleoune eoeoud Bobblo’o ghft knew she hadn’t heart said * word to Mrs. Mftfigah Atouf f h m f lu d d m d t 1&% h i v a m A tQ ttis *boat gho remembered how Andy had re­ fused to lend her a red cent to bring hor to this woadof-city m Hollywood*. „ ‘ "No,” «he told liomolf firmly, “I’ve found him out. If ho’d really cared two pins about rao ho'd have Wautod me to eomo here- to try my wings. But he’s selfleh! He'd been •perfectly happy If I'd stayed at home and married him, aad cried m f eyes oat m a t <i AMmn all the test of my fi&tur&l ttfol Mc-iv---” Her ecoru took In all -thou, from Mass ttoh* (Iwn to Andy ScstroH "I’m going to eat, too," she said as they turned toward the boule­ vard. "So Til hop right along with, you- unless you’d rather be alone," "Oh, no, Rove to have yen," fibbed Bobbie like a lady, (TO m CONTINUED) S S I .M A IM iTRJUlX SPRINGFIELD, OHIO 7 6 th annual fur clearance now In progress .■ ■ • / ■ ■ • [VERYCoat,searf, stole andchoker is included [inthe sale. Westake the reputation for reli- : ; " , <lsi abilitywehavebeen76year; building upon th e honesty of the reductions: Space does notper­ mit an itemized list of savings hut yon will find themample. : Long Time Credit Wi th ou<t Extra Charge if Wish H e r e a f t e r Our Store Closes at £ix Satnrady Evenings. i‘rw rm iu— SiHTCui>lrt.fitv.siiaityttv~ I P ~ The Big Sale At Last! B O H A N ’S G R E A T I With an avalanche of economics that will arouse Springfield and sur­ rounding community as it has never Leen aroused before! But Yoti Must V- ■ „ “■ |... . Decide At Once! and not let the wonderful savings he flapped UP before you get a share Bale Starts Thursday, Jan. 20 Doors open at 9 A. M. Thousands of Pairs of Ladies’ Shoesat29caPair Children’s Shoes at $1.98aPair. Men’s Dress Shoes at $1.98aPair. Roys’Shoes at $1.98a Pair. Cdoesn’t permit us to quote each individual item but this is a complete unloading sale U iii VQ1y pah*of shoes must be sold at a sacrifice price. V HAN’S 15 East Main Street, SPRINGFIELD, OHIO . s ■?. T'Mkafi29aBte*> -