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BEGIN HIRF TODAY OAN RORTWER. temperamental voune man of Hollywood, can't fret along with the studio manager at Continental Pictures and tears up his contract as scenario writer and asks to bo fired. But he isn't. Dan has become keenly Interested ill ANNE WINTER, a voung girl from Tulsa. Okla., who is working as an extra. She has had stage experience, and she knows enough to warrant a screen test at Grand United studios. Dan lives with PAUL COLLIER, who writes a dally movie column lor a string rt newspapers Anne lives with MONA MORRISON and EVA HARLEY, two extra girls. GARRY SLOAN, famous Hollywood director. has shown some interest in Anne Winter. Dan docs not care much for Sloan; he Is an admirer, however, of MARTIN COLLINS, lormcriv of Continental. now with Amalgamated Collins invites him to a housewarming at his home, and he brings Anne along. There Dan meets a charming young actress named MARIS FARRELL, who takes a liking to him. and Anne meets and IS annoyed bv FRANK MAURY a conceited charmer ol the screen. NOW GO ON WITH IHt STORY CHAPTER EIGHTEEN pool lay in the middle of JL the lawn in the rear, fringed by tall palms. And it was here that Anne and Collins found Dan Rorimer. He had drawn off to himself from the noisy group that was ranging the grounds, and he was standing with one hand thrust deep into a trousers pocket, while he smoked a eigaret and gazed at the sky. Collins appror.ched noiselessly, said, “What do the stars foretell?” in a deep bass, and Rorimer swung around half guiltily. 'This young lady,” Collins said, taking Dans arm. “has been looking all over for you. She asked me.” he added, unheedful of Anne's laughing protest, “if 1 wouldn't take her by the hand and find you. . . . Where’s Maris?” 'Over there,” Dan nodded his head toward the little stucco building that housed the dressing rooms. “She's picking out a batiling suit; aaid she wanted to get a green one.” Collins grunted. “Maris,” he said, "would be particular about the color. jThink I'll go over and speak to her.” He wandered off. singing, leaving Anne and Rorimer alone. Dan said. “Well, how do you like the party? Having a good time?” And Anne nodded. “Just perfect. I adore Mr. and Mrs. Collins, don't you?” He grinned and shook his head, and told her that he was saving his adoration for somebody else. “But J like them fine. They're great guys—both of them. . . . ■ What do you feel like doing. Anne? Want to walk around a bit. or sit down and wish at the moon, or shall we dance? Gee. I haven’t had a dance with you yet," he reminded her. “Whose fault is that?” Anne asked, moving toward the brink of the pool. * “Not mine.” Dan said, ranging beside her again and holding her arm. “Dc-'t fall in. now; you'll spoil youi dress.” And he wanted to know how she could expect him to get a word in. with Maury forever at her heels. “I thought that guy never would let you go.” Anne sighed. “I thought so myself,” she said. “Martin Collins saved me; I think he read the distress signals in my eyes. . . . But vou.” sly added, “didn't seem to be perishing on the vine exactly.” Oh, you mean Maris Farrell?” a a W ANNE WINTER nodded, and Dan laughed and started to say something about Maris Farrel.. but Anne interrupted him. She had Rlanced toward the house and beheld Frank Maury walking toward them with another man and a girl. She could hear Maury's voice; it was loud and slightly thick. So she asked Dan to take her inside and dance, and Dan complied •nd started off with her. But Maury had seen them. He detached himself from his companions and headed them off. and Dan saw that be stood erect with some difficulty. Maury said. “Hlo. Anne: where have you been? I've been lookin’ everywhere. Let's you and I dance this dance.” He ignored Rorimer. Anne said she was sorry. “I've promised this one. Mr. Maury.” “To him?” Maury’ indicated Rorimer with a gesture of his thumb, without even turning his head. Dan thought: “The arrogant pup!” He said. “Yes, to me," and at his tone Anne's fingers tightened on his arm. Maury was disposed to argue. He now looked at Dan for the first time, and he said. Well, why don't you be big-hearted and give it to me?” “You've no idea.” Dan said, smll- i mg. “how stony-headed I am. You couldn't even buy it.” Maury regarded him rather stugudly lor a moment and then be

[ thrust a hand into the inside pocket of his dinner jacket, and Dan suspected he was about to pull out his billfold. So he said to Maury; “I think Martin Collins wants you. He's over at the dressing | room, passing out bathing suits, and he’s got a nice pink one picked I out for you.” And then he took Anne away. Anne said, “You’ve made an enemy for life nowy and all on my account. I think that was simply awful, what you told him.” But she laughed at recollection of it. “That suits me fine,” Rorimer said. “I hope he never speaks to me again. He's just another one | of these movie actors with a pretty face and a swelled head, and they rate about a dime a dozen with me.” He was just a belligerent little boy, Anne thought. They had one whole dance together, and part of another; but then someone cut In again. But Rorimer didn't mind now; the crowd was congenial; only Maury irritated him. He lost Anne for a while then, and presently, finding himself i without a partner, he wandered into the patio, where he found Anne listening to t.ic earnest conversaI tion of a small, gray-haired man whose name he could not remember. a a a HE waved carelessly and strolled away. Outside he almost ran into Maris Farrell and Frank Maury, standing on the lawn. He murmured an apology and started on, but Maris said something in a low voice that held him. and he stood still, feeling suddenly foolish that he should be put in the position of having to rescue two girls from Maury in less than an hour. And yet he thought there was something amusing, too, in the w’ay the arrogantly handsome movie actor's charms w’ere so lightly regarded by Anne, and now by Maris. Maury looked at him with some hostility, but he said nothing: and Rorimer took no notice of him at all. but spoke to Mark. "Didn't you say something. Miss Farrell, about wanting to find a green bathing suit? I understand Mrs. Collins found one for you.” “Oh. I must see it!” Maris said at once, and she started off; but Maury protested. “Now, look here,” he began, and he seized Maris by the arm. But Rorimer smilingly removed the actor's hand and took it in his own and shook it as if he were saying good-by. and as Maury began to fume and struggle he tightened the pressure of his grip, so that Maury winced. Maris said. “You'll excuse me for a few minutes. I know, Frank.” And Dan said, “Be big-hearted, Mr. | Maury.” ; The girl moved off toward the dressing room, and as Dan started to follow, Maury gave him a violent tug that swung him around and brought a sudden blaze into Rorimer's eyes. I “You’re pretty fresh, aren’t you?” ! the actor said, his face twisting in | fury. Dan jerked his hand from the other's grip, and for a moment he stood there and waited to see what Maury might do. But his anger quickly passed; the man was drunk and he felt It would be childish to quarrel with him. So he said. “I'm sorry,” and he turned away abruptly and left him. j When he caught up with Maris ] Farrell the girl gave him a grateful j smile and took his arm and they continued toward the dressing' I room. “Thank you,” she said. “I knew j I could count on you.” And she | added that Frank Maury, while he was nice enough ordinarily, at times could be very objectionable. “He doesn't know when to stop drinking.” she said. “Did he get nasty?“ she wanted to; know, and Dan shook his head. “I j den't think he’s very crazy about me. though.” he laughed, and he j told her of his earlier run-in with the actor. Maris said, “Poor Frank!” They came to the edge of the pool, and she stopped and looked at he water and then at the moon it reflected, and observed that it was no night to be indoors. “Frank wanted to dance.” she said. "He had been looking all over for someone to dance with him. but no one wants to now. Martin Collins tried to get him into a bathing suit, but Frank wouldn't hear of it. You just can't argue with him when that way.”

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SHE continued to chat pleasantly and Dan found occasion to study her. She was small and lovely, and ! he thought her eyes surprisingly dark for such light hair. And her eyebrows were black, or nearly so. He thought: “Another Hollywood bleached blonde,” and he recollected some of the things that Paul Collier had told him the girls out here did to enhance their photographic beauty. Looking at Maris, he told himself that it couldn’t have Improved her actual beauty. He thought that Maris might have been prettier and less artificial looking with her hair the dark shade that it probably had been originally. She began to question him about his work, and he made reply and questioned her In turn and learned that she had come to Hollywood from the Broadway stage. Maris, he thought, was a rather nice person. No airs about her; just a friendly, conversational young lady who seemed to be interested in everything and everybody. She inquired after Paul Collier, told him that Paul had written one or tw'o things about her that she appreciated greatly. “Everything helps, you know,” she said with a frank smile. And presently she asked him a question about Anne Winter. Rorimer suspected that she had been leading up to this. Maris, he felt, w T as a little curious about Anne, and he was somehow glad that this was so. So he informed her about the forthcoming picture at Grand United and the screen test that Anne had had, and Maris showed real interest and questioned him further. “Was she a dancer on the stage?” she wanted to know, and when Dan enlightened her she said: “That's very interesting. They must be more than ordinarily interested in Miss Winter to do all that.” And she explained that the selection of a dancing chorus for a revue usually w r as a routine that was left to the dance director. “There are hundreds of applicants for each picture—chorus girls from the stage, and extras that have picked up dancing at schools—and they’re generally just S6O-a-w’eek jobs at best. So they must have something unusual in mind for Miss Winter, to go to all that trouble, and especially to give her a screen test.” Dan said he hadn't given that angle much thought. “You’re very encouraging.” he told her. “I'll be sure to tell her what you said.” And Maris, smiling at him, asked if Anne Winter was an especial friend of his. (To Be Continued) One Way to Have Auto By Times Special GARY, Ind., Aug. 18.—Frank Mastrog, 21, went into the liquor business, to keep up payments on his automobile, he is said to have confessed to police. They raided an alleged liquor selling place he is conducting adn where it is said corn whisky was being sold at 10 cents a drink.

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