Indianapolis Times, Volume 42, Number 86, Indianapolis, Marion County, 19 August 1930 — Page 8

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BEGIN HERE TODAT DAN RORIMER, temperamental voting man of Hollywood, can t get along with the etudio manager at Continental Pictures and tear* up his contract as scenario writer and asks to be fired. But he isn't. Dan has become keenlv interested In ANNE WINTER, a young 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 daily movie column for a string of newspapers. Anne lives with MONA MORRISON and EVA HARLEY, two extra girls Eva is rather bitter. GARRY SLOAN, famous Hollywood director, has shown some Interest In Anne Winter. Dan does not care much for Sloan; he Is an admirer, however, ol MARTIN COLLINS, formerly 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 Anne meets and Is annoyed by FRANK MAURY, a conceited charmer of the screen. Maurv makes himself obnoxious to Maris and Anne, and It falls to Dan's lot to rescue them from his unwelcome attentions. Maris Is curious about Anne. She seems interested in knowing whether she is a particular friend cf Dan s. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER NINETEEN RORIMER said, “Why, I hope so," and he wondered then if Anne possibly regarded him as something more than a friend and a companion to play around with. Anne was hard to figure that way; you never know just where you stood. True, she seemed to enjoy herself whenever he was with her, but that might mean much and it might mean nothing. Anne never had given him reason to think that it had any especial significance. He grinned inwardly, remembering the night that he had kissed her and she had told him calmly that she hoped he would not do it again. That was Anne for you; always calm, always composed; knowing just what she was doing and where she was going. He remembered now that he last had seen her in the patio, talking with a little gray-haired man. He hoped she still was there, felt a little uneasy, because Frank Maury had passed that way, and Maury was in a mood to be unpleasant. He heard Martin Collins’ voice calling frem the house, and Maris Farreli, beside him. clutched his arm. "Martin says every ones going swimming.’’ she said. "Are you?" Maris’ head barely reached above his shoulder. He looked down at her and smiled and nodded emphatically. “Absolutely. How about you?” And Maris nodded, too. Rorimer recollected something. •‘Did you find that green bathing suit; by the way?” he asked. "Because if you didn’t, somebody's going to have to explain to Frank Maury.” Maris said that Maury probably wouldn't remember a word that had been said. "Anyway. I found it,” she answered him. She left him then, and went off to change her clothes, and Dan told her that he would meet her in the pool, and he started toward the house in search of Anne. But he heard loud voices, and presently a crowd emerged from the house, led by Collins, who had a girl on either arm. And one of them. Rorimer saw. was Anne, so he made for the men's dressing room and was among the first to get into a bathing suit. a a a HE heard someone say in the dressing room that Maury was "sleeping it off,” and another voice

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said, "Yes, Frank said he had been insulted and he wasn’t coming in. Do you think we ought to drag him out and throw him in?” But Martin Collins quietly said it would be better if they let Maury alone. The man next to Dan said in a low voice that that was a good idea. “It’ll suit me fine,” he told Dan, "if he doesn’t wake up till I'm gone.” When Anne Winter emerged from the little building, Rorimer, dripping with water, was sitting on the edge of the pool, watching for her with eager eyes. Gorgeous looking, Anne w r as, in a black bathing suit and white rubber helmet. He waved to her and she came over and stood beside him and asked him how the water was. "Fine,” he said. ‘‘Going in the deep end?” Anne smiled and nodded, and he got up and took her by the hand and led her to the springing board. “You first, Anne, and I’ll race you to the other end. Okay?" It was. Anne replied gaily, and he watched her walk confidently to the end of the board, poise for a moment and then, a slim and lovely i figure, cleave the air with bewitching grace and disappear beneath the water with a little splash. He followed and, swimming under water, took her hand and came up laughing happily. "That was a great dive, Anne. You're good.”’ And he added: “I like you in black, too.” Anne said, “Your taste is too fickle.” "Meaning just what?” he urged, swimming beside her. Something in the curtness of her speech led him to think that she might be thinking of Maris Farrell. He found himself hoping eagerly that this was so, remembering an earlier reference Anne had made to Maris; she had said something about his not appearing to be perishing on the vine of Maris’ company. But Anne refused to elaborate, even after he had repeated his question, and he let her beat him to the. end of the pool, where they stood up in the shallow water, and Anne scolded him mildly for not exerting himself to win. "Masculine superiority of the worst sort,” she termed it. “What? Because I didn’t break my neck to beat you? Life’s too short, Anne.” "Because you showed so plainly that you weren't trying.” Her eyes flashed scornfully. "Well,” Dan said meekly, “can I square it if I try real hard this time?” and Anne assented. So they retraced their course, and this time Dan won by more than a length. He said he hoped she was satisfied. “You made me work every inch of the way.” a a a THE sky was turning pale gray in the east as they drove back to Hollywood. Dan tola her of what Maris Farrell had said. "Coming from her, I'd call it a real tribute,” he said. And he talked a good deal of Maris, hoping that Anne would say something that would enable him to feel that she was jealous; but there was nothing in her comment to indicate that she resented one bit the

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attention Maris had demanded of him. He would have known a savage joy if she had resented it and had intimated as much. Then he could say the things that he wanted so badly to tell here. But they were things that could not be spoken without some sort of encouragement; they were not easily said. The trouble with Anne Winter was, she was so difficult. Always, when he tried to steer their conversation into very serious channels, he reached a point sooner or later where she matter-of-factly manipulated it back again, or wrecked it on a shoal. It was a little maddening. Rorimer had never known a girl like her. He sometimes suspected that her matter-of-factness was a shield beneath which she hid emotions as strong and as turmoiled as his own; but it was a barrier he had been unable to penetrate. Sometimes when she talked about the work she had chosen to do, there was a breathless parting of her lips and a dreamy light in her wide dark eyes and a rush of color to her cheeks, and Dan knew a feeling that was akin to jealousy. Anne was driven by ambition; it flogged her on; nothing else seemed to matter. He was reminded now, with Anne sitting beside him as they drove toward the dawn, of the night that he had gone to meet her in compliance with Ziggy Young's request. That seemed like a long time ago, and it seemed like yesterday. She had persuaded her father—against his better judgment, Anne admitted —to let her come to Hollywood- She had had her own way. Ziggy Young said she was “bull-headed.” Maybe Ziggy knew what he was talking about; A the expression was inelegant, but it was applicable to people who insisted on having their own way and were not to be swerved from it. He watched her from the corner of his eye, saw her yawn. Anne glanced quickly his way, caught his look, and smiled. “Sleepy,” she said, and Dan nodded. “Just a couple of minutes now.” There was something so delicious about her, he thought—even when she had yawned. A few minutes later they were at her door. The sky was much lighter now, and Anne observed that it was nothing less than a scandal to be returning from a party at such an hour. “But I had a wonderful time, Dan. It was glorious.” “You’ll be the first one home. Most of the others will swim until breakfast and go home full of ham and eggs. I hated to leave the pool myself, didn’t you?” “Yes. . . . Good night, Dan." a a a PAUL COLLIER'S movements aroused Dan some hours later. Collier was cooking breakfast—Sunday morning breakfast being the one meal they religiously ate at home—and Collier was making a great fuss with frying pans. (To Be Continued)

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