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BEC.TN Hf BE TODAY DAN RORIMER. tempenmenta! younz mtn of Hollywood. can't cet alone with • studio executive at Continental pictures and tears no his contract as scenario writer and asks to be flred. But he isn't. Dan is Interested 1n ANNE WINTER, a :rl from Tulsa. Okla.. who has shown enough ability to warrant a screen test and a decent part in a picture, Dan lives with PAUL COLLIER, who writes a dally movie column for a string of newspapers Anne lives with two extra girls. EVA HARLEY and MONA MORRISON. . A famous director named GARRY SLOAN has shown some Interest in Anne, hsrdlv enough, however to errant anv high hopes. LOUISE WATKINS. writer for movie "fan" magazines, informs Dan that she has heard rumors of the sale of Continental Pictures to Lawson Brothers. Meanwhile. Annt- is making good It Grand United. Sloan sees her on the t one dav and asks her if she has con - tract. When she savs no. he says something must be don* aboutUiat NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE Con.) Sloan said: “I was just thinking. You were ai 1 extra girl the last time I talked with you. were’nt you?” Anne nodded. -That was in ‘Married in May.’ And you gave me a bit. don't you remember? Oh. if you only knew what a thrill I got out of that!” Sloan laughed easily. “I knew right away you weren’t meant for extra jobs. Wasn't I right? ’ Anne gave a little uncertain laugh. • well ” she began, and stopped. and Slcan gestured toward the set again as if that held the answer. He asked her: “Have you studied voice? ... I don't think so.” he ventured, and Anne confirmed this. And he said. “I'm not so sure tl jt you ought; there's something abcut it just the way it is. . . . Only, there's a man here in Hollywood who can accomplish wonders in about a dozen lessons—if you you can afford him.” "I hope I can,” said Anne, and Sloan promised to give her the mans name and address. “He s given pretty good voices to some of the people around here who never suspected they could sing a note.” His eyes inspected her critically in her scanty costume, and Anne stood, one hand on her hip. waiting for him to speak again, uncertain whether to go or to wait for his dismissal. “Are you under contract now?” he asked presently, and Anne said, • Why, no; I'm just engaged for this picture.” “Well, something ought to be done about that,” said Sloan. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO SLOAN had said nothing more. A smile, a glance at his wrist watch, and Anne moved on, and the director followed her progress toward the dressing room before he turned away to stride through the litter of the vast interior toward the exit. Throughout luncheon, words kept forming themselves in Anne Winters brain, words that Garry Sloan had spoken: “Something nught to be done about that.” They were words to repeat over and over again, to ponder on deliciously. to experiment with, using different inflections in quest of different significances. She ate luncheon with a couple of girls from the chorus—New York girls, both of them, from Broadway musical shows. Their laughing. wisecracking chatter was a noisy accompaniment to the meal, but Anne made absent-minded replies. fooled around with her fruit salad and glass of milk. One of them said. “I see you made a hit with Garry Sloan. Tell me how it's done, wrtll you?” Anne forced a smile. “I wouldn't say a hit, exactly." “Didn't I see him giving you a lot of time? And he was using his eyes on that costume of yours, too.” Anne shrugged and made no reply. A light wrap now covered her bare legs and arms, flesh that she had been conscious of beneath Sloan's close scrutiny. The other girl said something about giving her right arm to have Garry Sloan, the "biggest shot* at Grand United, take notice of her. "Maybe you don't know it, Anne, but you're in luck.” Anne said. “You're being silly. He only said a few words to me. I’ve talked with him before.” But he had said something ought to be done about a contract! She bore the exciting news to Eva and Mona that evening. Mona had larked that day—her first Job In more than a week. Eva had not. Eva hadn't seen the Inside of% a studio for nearly a month, and she was rather more discouraged than Uoual these days. Anne worried about her. Eva could be very bitter—bitter toward herself. Even Mona's unfailing cheerfulness could not always chase

that haid look from the blond - haired E-v's eyes and force her unwilling lips to smile. a an BUT Eva tonight tried to be as unselfishly enthusiastic as Mona, and for a while she succeeded. Later on, though, she brought up an unpleasant topic. She was thinking, she said, of leaving Hollywood. Anne stared at her in dismay. “But why, Eva!” “Because,” Eva shrugged—“oh, because.” “Quit singing the blues,” Mona advised. But Eva said she was not singing any blues. “I'm just talking sense. I’m not getting by out here—l'll never get by. What’s the use of staying?” “I wish you wouldn't say such things. Eva.” Anne pleaded. “Yes.” Mona said, “snap out of it.” She went over to Eva and sat beside her and put her arm around her. “Cheer up! You'll get a break some time, and then you'll wonder why you ever thought of giving up.” Eva stared moodily at the floor. “Yes,” she said scornfully, “I'll get a break, all right. I've been kidding myself about that for three years.” “Well, you will. Anne got one, didn't she?” Eva made no answer. “Didn't she?” Mona insisted, and Eva turned on her impatiently. “Yes!” And she added in a tone less harsh: “Anne got a break because she knows what to do with it when she gets it. I haven't got what Anne's got, and neither have—” Eva's voice stopped. “Neither have I,” Mona finished for her. “I know it; you don’t have to spare ray feelings.” But she laughed, and her arm tightened around the other girl, drew her closer. “Aw. honey, don't be so blue. You make me blue, too, when you talk that way. I knew we're not going to set the world on fire, but what of it?” “11l bite," said Eva bitterly. “What of it?” Anne Winter sat by, watching. She had the uncomfortable feeling that all this had been caused by the announcement of her own good news. She was sorry for Eva. so much so that at times she felt almost ashamed of her good fortune. Toward Mona she felt differently. Ones own good luck was Mona's, too. or so Mona made it appear. Happy-go-lucky, thinking not of today's disappointments, but of tomorrow's possibilities, Mona would not set the world on fire—but what of it? One didn't quit just because of that. Mona was saying: “I may get a bit next week, Eva. What do you think of that? I was talking to an assistant director today and he said—” “I know all about that, too," Eva cut in. not raising her eyes. “He probably wanted to make a date, didn't he?" “Now there you go!” Mona complained. an* "T KNOW, but these assistant dlX rectors and fourth assistant camera men and office boys give me a laugh. Always promising to do something for you! “What can they do—even if thetf did mean what they said? You'd think some of them, to hear them talk, were as important as—as Garry Soan!” “Oh. well.’ Mona got up and turned on the radio. “Let's change the subject” And she turned the dial. “See what KFI has to offer.” KFI offered a jazz orchestra. Mona snapped her Angers and hummed, tried a few tap-dance steps. She fumbled, began over again. “How do you do this, Anne, anyway?” Anne got up and showed her. Mona looked on doubtfully. “It looks easy enough, but—” She tried it again, but half way through the step her feet got tangled up again and she sat down. “Tbo deep for little Mona.” “Why, you were doing fine, Mona .*’ Anne said. “Keep it up; it's not so hard.” “Maybe not for you.” Mona began to whistle. Eva watched her. and Anne saw the blonde girl's eyes soften and a half-mile curve her set lips. Presently Mona rat down beside her, put her arm art und her again and began to talk. She chattered on about

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inconsequential things, trying to get Eva out of her black mood. And later on Eva complained of a headache and said she was going to bed, and the others let her go. Mona told Anne that evening that she ivas afraid Eva was serious about leaving Hollywood. “I’ve tried to talk her out of it. This is the first time I’ve heard her mention it to you.” “I wish she wouldnt feel that way,’ Anne said. “I don't know how Id get along without Eva and you.” Mona smiled thoughtfully. “You’d get along, all right. The troube is, Eva thinks you might get along better without us. ... I mean,” she hastened to explain at Anne's look of astonishment, “that Eva think’s she's a burden, or something like that. “She feels pretty badly because she hasn't been able to pay her share of the rent, for one thing.” “I hope,’ Anne said, “she doesn't think I mind paying a few xtra dollars. Besides, Eva des nearly all the cooking.” “But you can't make her see it that way. Gee, Ive been hard up myself.” Mona laughed. “I still am, for that matter. I mean, I know what it is to have rent day roll around and not be able to pay it. “I’ve borrowed money front Eva many a time, and she from me. I don’t know why she should feel that way unless . . ” "Unless what?” Anne urged. “Oh, I don't know. Unless it’s because you’re doing so well that it makes things seem all the more hopeless for Eva. Know what I means?” “I think I do.” Anne said. nun “T’M not that way myself,” Mona X confided. “If I see another girl get a brerk, it sort of encourages me. Oh, I'n not kidding myself about being a star or anything, but there's a lot of people getting b|. Maybe I will.” “I'm sure you will,” said Anne. Mona laughed. "Life’s too short to spend your time worrying. I wish I could make Eva see that.” Mona moved over to the radio and tuned in an another program, and she came back and sat close to Anne on the sofa. “I want to tell you something else about Eva,” she said. “It might help you to understand a few things.” She glanced towarrd Eva's closed door, continued in a lower voice: “Remember the day after the party that Martin Collins gave?” Anne nodded. “Well, remember my asking you who was at the party, and when you mentioned Frank Mury I told you not to sany anytthlng to Eva about him, because she couldn't stand him?” Anne remembered, and smiled. “I can understand that. I can't stand him myself.” “Well, believe me, I can't either! The swell-headed chump! But Eva can: Eva’s mad about him.” “About Frank Maury?” Anne frowned. (To Be Continued)

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