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BEGIN HERE TODAY DAN RORIMER. a scenario writer In Hollywood. Is in love with ANNE WINTER. Who. beginning as an extra, has oroaressed rapidlv and has been offered a contract by Grand United, one of the largest of the studios. Anne lives with two extra girls. MONA MORRISON and EVA HARLEY. Eva at times is very bitter. She works only rarelv. and she is despondent over a tragic love experience. PAUL COLLIER, who writes a daily movie column for a string of newspapers, and JOHNNY RIDDLE, free lance movie press agent, both advise Anne not to sign the contract. Dan does likewise. They argue that it is not enough money, and it will tie her up for three years at a small salary. Dan himself is under contract at Continental Pictures, but he has torn the contract up and invited the studio manager. with whom he can't get along, to Are him. It is rumored that Continental Is to be taken over by Lawson Brothers. Anne takes their advice to heart. She also calls up her parents, in Tulsa. Okla.. to ask the advice of her father, who is * n NOW ri GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE (Con.) “Bluff! Riddle said scornfully. “If you go over in this picture you can make a lot more money than That free-lancing. And. they know you’ve got something, or they wouldn’t be offering you a contract. I'd hold out for more; that’s my advice.” “It's mine, too,” said Collier. “Be independent like Dan Rorimer. He tore his contract up.” “If I do,” said Anne with a doubtful laugh, “I may find jobs scarce. A contract at least gives you security.” v That, Riddle said, was just the reason why people often overlooked other things more important. “Security isn't everything.” The telephone rang while he was speaking. “There’s Tulsa calling,” said Rorimer, springing up. CHAPTER TWENTY-POUR ANNE talked with her father and mother for fifteen minutes. “There’s a nice telephone bill,” she said a little ruefully when she hung up. “Promise, Dan, that you’ll not forget to tell me how much it is—or I'll call up the telephone company and write a check here and now.” “I promise,” said Rorimer. “Well, what’s the verdict?” “Just what I thought it would be.” Anne Winter laughed.” Father said to do what I thought best. Father always says that in the long run. He was awfully proud, though, and so was mother. They’ll probably call up the newspapers right away and tell them all about it.” “Did he offer any legal advice?” Johnny Riddle asked. He chuckled. “He wps in a tough spot, I'd say, trying to be legal and fatherly at the same time—and by long distance in the bargain." “No. He told me if I needed a lawyer to get one out here and he’d pay for it.” Riddle said, “You might send him a bill for my services. I'm pretty reasonable, Anne." “How about me?” said Collier. Anne laughed. “I wish,” she said, “that I had more nerve. I’m going to have cold chills running up and down my spine tomorrow' when I tell Mr. Johnson that I’ve decided the contract isn’t satisfactory.” But Dan said she shouldn't let that bother her. Johnson is used to dealing w T ith hard-boill eggs. Look him in the eye and tell him 'ix-nay, big ooy, ix-nay!’” It was something of an ordeal for her. Anne was afraid that Mr. Johnson might get out of patience with her, think her an ungrateful upstart, calculating and mercenary. But he heard her calmly. Behind his vast desk, a faint smile playing on his lips, he looked like a man who could play a very good game of poker. He had one question: , “Is that your father's advice. Miss Winter?” Cool, casual, one hand resting on the desk before him, its polished uails making little clicks on the hard wood surface. Anne colored. “No, Mr. Johnson. He left the decision entirely to me.” BBS A LITTLE nod from Mr. Johnson. "Very good judgment—on the part of your father.” He paused. Then: “Perliaps you'd better think it over.” • But I have thought it over. Please don't think me ungrateful, but it’s hardly as much as I made on the stage.” “But you didn’t have a threeyear contract on the stage.” “I should feel better if the contract were for one year.” Mr. Johnson’s eyebrows rose ever so slightly. • " “I really mean it.” Anne said, and he considered this gravely and then got up.

He said, with his faint smile: “It looks as though we can’t come to an agreement. I’m sorry.” “I am very sorry,” Anne said, and he bowed her out. When she had gone, Mr. Johnson called in his secretary, told her to' see if Garry Sloan could have lunch with him. Dan Rorimer, when she told him wnat had happened, said, “Don’t worry. He knows now that you’re smart.” And Johnny Riddle, whom Dan informed, nodded sagely. “They’ll think a lot more of her now. A little independence doesn't hurt.” And he predicted that Grand United would make her another offer. “Maybe not right away, but they’ll come around. She’d be crazy to tie herself up for that kind of money.” Two days later Anne again encountered Garry Sloan on the set, but this time the director did not stop to talk. Remarking his quizzical smile, she was hotly embarrassed. Sloan had done her a great favor and she had repaid him with what appeared to be ingratitude. Amie would have liked to explain to him that it was not, but he was not alone. She could not even thank him. “I thought of the saying about the serpent’s tooth,” she told Dan, but Rorimer scoffed. “Why should it make any difference to Sloan? I hope you won’t lose any sleep over it. Besides—” "Besides what?” Dan grinned. “Oh. I guess his hide's plenty thick.” Which was not exactly what he had started to say. He thought, feeling again that strange antagonism toward the man he had never met: “Who cares what Sloan thinks, anyhow?” Dan was going to San Francisco for a vacation. “An enforced one,” he explained to her with a careless laugh. “I think perhaps it’s the beginning of the end.” Anne was deeply concerned. “Why, what do you mean?” And he told her that several in his department had been given two-week layoffs. “It’s ho longer a secret that Continental is selling out. I mean it’s official now. And some big bugs from Lawson Brothers have been parading around and sitting in at mysterious conferences, and production is at a standstill.” BUB TTE drew a deep breath. “Believe me, it will be a relief to get away from that madhouse for two weeks. The morale of the place is simply shot—more guys moping around and whispering, and worrying about their jobs! I’ll be satisfied if I never see it again.” “But why do you say it's the beginning of the end? Do you mean that you thun*. they are going to let you go?” “Sure. Adamson thinks I'm a Bolshevik, anyway.” “Perhaps Adamson will be let out himself,” she hazarded,, but Dan said he was beginning to think that was unlikely. “He's a smooth article, and he can talk plenty fast. And if he stays I hope I do go.” Care perched lightly on Rorimer’s shoulders, Anne thought, letting her eyes rest on him; and she gave silent consideration to the problems he might be compelled to face should his surmise concerning his status at Continental prove correct. They were having Sunday supper at the Brown Derby, the place, she now remembered with a faint reminiscent smile, where she and Dan Rorimer had eaten their first meal together. Then, as now, he had been alt satisfied with things at Continental Pictures, Anne recalled, and she watched him gravely while he ordered for them. The waiter gone. Rorimer turned to speak to her encountered her intent gaze, stopped. “Why the brown study?” he demanded. “Oh, I was just thinking.” “About me?” “Yes,” she admitted. “That's a break! I hope it was nice.” “I was thinking that, for a young man about to lose a very important position, you certainly were the embodiment of indifference.” Dan laughed. He said he was very disappointed. “You see, I was hoping it ras something else you were thinlptog about.” “what, for instance?”

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“Oh, I don’t know; but it would be wonderful to get a pleasant surprise. Now, when I think about you —and I’m doing that practically all the time ” “I’m sure you are.” “ —I always think how wonderful you are, and how beautiful and ” “I hope you have a good time in San Francisco, Dan. Have you ever been there before?” Her eyes danced -with little lights of mischief. B B B , ‘\7'OU see?” Dan complained. -*• “Every time I start making love to you, you let me down with a great big thump. . , . No, I’ve never been there, but I know’ a couple of boys on the News.” And he demanded to know why she always steered him off of the subject whenever he got serious. “Were you serious, Dan? I’m sorry. I thought you were just fooling again.” - “You always think I’m fooling,” Dan grumbled. “Some of these days you’re going to be sorry for trifling with my affections the way you do. I’m going to make you pay and pay and pay.” “Horrors!” Anne shuddered. “You’ll see,” he threatened darkly. And he was suddenly serious once more; he reached across the table, let his hand linger on hers for a moment or two; and Anne saw in his eyes that which caused her to drop her own. “Happy, Anne?” She nodded. He said, “So am I. I’m always happy when we’re together.” "So am I, Dan.” “Honest?” His eyes sought hers eagerly; he leaned closer. “Os course, silly! Why shouldn’t I be? y Rorimer smiled and sighed. “Oh, I don’t know. Only, I sort of hoped there might be some special reason why you should be.” “But there are reasons,” Anne insisted. “For one thing, you can be very nice, if you only knew it, Dan Rorimer.” She paused. “And you think of such nice places to go, and things to do. And you’ve been very kind to me. Now, does that satisfy you?” But Dan stubbornly shook his head. “I’ll tell you my reason. Anne. Wouid you like to hear it?” But Anne found laughing, bantering ways of evading him that were just as effective as a definitely spoken refusal. And though he met her smile with one of his own, he was heavy-hearted, realizing that beneath her lightness and her jocularity there was a serious and determined unwillingness. Anne’s method of refusing to hear him, he reasoned, was her way of letting him know that she did not want to hurt him, and that she W’anted their relationship to stand as it was, on the same easy, comradely basis. Anne, he knew, preferred it that way. and the thought held no solace for him.

(To Be Continued.)

TARZAN AND THE JEWELS OF QPAR

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