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CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE THAT night he took her home. The day had been a trying one; there had been a series of aggravating delays—a couple of fuses blown at the most inopportune moments, some one’s costume had been wrong. Sloan had made them go through one scene nearly a dozen times. Sloan had been difficult. Anne was beginning to feel a bit doubtful of herself; she was beginning to question whether she would be able to measure up to his requirements. But she said nothing to Dan about it. They talked about every one but themselves. Dan told her about a new picture that Amalgamated had given to Martin Collins, his most ambitious bit of work thus far. “Paul Collier told me about it. Maybe Mona could get something in it; they’ll need a lot of extras. Is she busy these days?’’ Anne told him Mona had not worked for two weeks. “But she never complains.” Dan said, “That's tough. I’d like to see somebody do something for Mona; she ought to get a break sometime.” He said he would get in touch with Collins. “Maybe he can find a bit for her, even.” “That's nice of you, Dan. You’re always doing something for somebody. aren’t you?” And Dan grinned. “You don’t have to say anything to Mona about it.” Eva Harley, she Informed him, had written them a letter. Eva was modeling in a New Orleans department store. “She seemed cheerful enough,” Anne said, “but I'm afrairf she’s not. I know she’s not. She wanted to be remembered to you, Dan. Eva said you deserved a lot of luck.” “Poor kid,’ he said. “Send her my best when you write, will you?” But for Eva’s own sake he was glad she was home again. Yesterday he had been talking to Harvey Bell, the casting director, and Bell had spun a few tales about extras he had known and tred to help. Minor tragedies of Hollywood. “But there's nothing you can do, really,” Bell said. “If a few thousand of them would quite and leave, somebody might solve the problem. It’s certainly an impossible one now.” u tt a DAN left Anne Winter at her door and went home.’ She looked very tired, he thought, and he would have said more about it if it had not become difficult of late to say pertain things to Anne. It was unnatural, this diffidence; it bothered him. But he was not unhappy. He was glad that he finally had declared himself, even though the answer had not been what he had hoped for. This was better—far better—than the unspoken longing he had known during those dreary weeks when discouragement had prevented him from telling her ,what was on his mind. Dan was meeting anew crowd now. Others in the scenario department at Grand United invited him to their homes and he found these new associations pleasant. Most of the men were married, some of them to screen actresses, and for the most part they were a congenial lot. Harvey Bell, too, was friendly. He played a good game of golf—he could play about even with -Paul Collier—and Dan and Johnny Riddle and these two composed a frequent foursome. Maris Farrell and her mother were back again after a trip to Hawaii. and Maris seemed pleased to see him again. With Maris he went horseback riding the Sunday morning following her return and later on in the week he took her to the theater. She had a hundred questions. She thrived on gossip, she said. How was Anne Winter doing? And Paul Collier? And what did he think of Garry Sloan? And when he told her of his respect for Sloan’s knowledge of his craft she reminded him that he once had laughed at her for calling the man an artist. “Remember?” Dan laughed and said he owed Iter an apology. She took him to a tea one afternoon. given by a Hollywood publicity woman who was announcing somethlng-or-other; Dan never did learn hurt what it was. He hated teas—even when there was no teg, as in the case of this

one—but Maris wanted him to go. She said he would meet some interesting people. “And I’ve some friends I want to show you off to.” “What am I,” Dan complained, “Exhibit Z?” Maris laughed. “You’re a lot farther up the alphabet than that.” There were a number of picture people there, and a few newspaper and fan magazine writers. Louise Watkins was present. Louise, said, “I understand you're to be congratulated,” and referred, with her queer twisted smile, to his picture and to the contract he recently had signed with Grand United. He had been summoned by Mr. Johnson, just back from a transcontinental trip, and told that they wanted him to stay. The contract he offered was satisfactory in every way, especially so, Dan thought, when he found that it did not contain the usual six-month cancellation clause. Grand United was willing to gamble on him for two years, and Rorimer was more than satisfied. Louise said, “Let me know when you tear this one up, won’t you, Dan?” * He laughed. “I promise not to tell another soul but you.” Louise, he thought, had looked at him rather curiously. Something told him that she would have liked to ask a question. But she merely chatted for a minute or two and then left him. , The room, he gathered after lookig around, served as office and living room for the hostess. It was crowded and there was a din of talk and he was impatient to be gone. But presently someone iff a group just behind him mentioned Garry Sloan’s name, and before he moved away he heard another low remark that angered him. It was made by some girl he had not met—most of those at the tea were just faces to him, anyway. Sloan, she said, was interested in a girl who was playing a lead in his latest picture—a girl named Anne I Winter—and she and Garry . . . | Dan walked deliberately away, i "Why, what’s the matter?” she ; asked, noticing his expression* And Dan managed a smile. “Nothing at all. Why?” “I’m afraid you’re not enjoying yourself.” He denied this. “You’re here, aren’t you?” Maris laughed joyously. “Always the gentleman.” They left soon afterward, though, and Dan drove her home. He had anew car now, a sleek looking sport model of yellow and black, aoquired that week. Maris admired it. “Drive me up and down the boulevard, Dan, so I can be seen. It’s gorgeous looking. ’ He grinned. “Like it?” and Maris nodded emphatically. “You'll have to help me break it in. then. How about going for a little ride this evening? Like to?” But Maris was busy that evening. “I’m sorry, really; it's a date I’d love to break.” ‘How about calling him up and telling him you’ve got a studio call?” Maris shook her head, and she smiled. “I'm afraid he’s wiser than that.” “I'm sure he'd believe it if Maris told him.” “Yes. he would!” Maris scoffed. “Well, tomorrow evening, then?” he proposed, and she agreed. B tt St THEY went for a long ride aloiig the meandering hill roads about Hollywood. It was a perfect night: a round moon watched over it, and up in the hills it was very quiet. “A night,” Maris said, “for poets —end eight-cylinder roadsters.” “I didn’t know poets rode in eight-cylinder roadsters.” “If they write bad enough \x>etry they do, don't they?” “Does that apply to scenario writers, too?” Dan asked. “I should say not,” Maris laughed. “You might make me walk home.” He smiled and swung the car around a sharp curve. For some moments driving required his careful attention. The road skirted a cliff, and at the right it dropped into abrupt nothingness. Presently, though, they came upon safer roadway, and below them in the valley the moon shone back in the water of a reservoir. “Grand!” Maris murmured. Rorimer brought the car to a smooth halt at the road’s edge, and they gazed down and across the valley at the beauty of moonlight on the imprisoned lake.

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He said, “It’s a night for poets, all right.” s “I love it,” said Maris. “And for Romeos, Maris.”* “Are you getting romantic?” Dan smiled and put his arm around her. “I could,” he said, “without any trouble at all. Have you got any objections?” Maris laughed and looked away. She said, “May I have a cigaret, please?” To reach them Dan had to withdraw his arm. “You knew I carried them in my pocket, didn’t you?” he accused. **" “I’m not that close an observer, really.” He held a light for her cigaret, then lighted one himself and put his arm back again with a defiant grin. Maris leaned her head back and iooked at the sky. Dan said, “Can’t we have a little poem, Maris?” “I can only remember the short ones,” she replied with a faraway look. “Me too—like ‘Roses are red, violets are ’ ” Maris kicked his foot and he stopped. “I like that one," he said, “of Edna Millay’s about the candle. Remember it?” Maris nodded. She recited the lines in a muted voice: “Mr candle burns at both ends: It will not last the nieht: But ah, my Foes, and oh. my friends— It elves a lovely lieht!” ' (To Be Continued)

198 NABBED BY GAME WARDENS IN AUGUST Convictions Obtained Against 176; Ponds to Be Reconstructed. One hundred and ninety-eight persons were arrested by state game wardens and 176 were convicted during August, according to the report filed with Director Richard Lieber of the state conservation department today by Walter Shirts, chief of the fish and game division. In July, 287 arrests resulted in 267 convictions. Shirts also announced today that several ponds are to be reconstructed at the Wawasee fish hatchery at an approximate cost of $4,000* A new one and one-half acre pond will be built at Tri Lakes hatchery, near Columbia City, this fall, to cost about SI,OOO.

WOMAN ACCUSED IN MOTOR THEFT CASE Car Was Stolen by Girl Companion, U. S. Officials Are Told. Mrs. Virginia E. Spann, 21, one of the first woman ever to face a motor theft charge under the Dyer act in federal court here Wednesday was placed under $3,000 bond pending hearing on her removal to Danville, 111., to face charges. Mrs. Spann and a girl, now in the Indiana Girls’ school, were charged with driving a stolen car from Bluford, 111., to Vincennes, Ind. Mrs. Spann admitted riding in the car, but said it was stolen by her companion.

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