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CHAPTER FORTY-TWO (Continued.) It ran down in a dark rivulet over his mouth and chin. He said anxiously. “Are you all right, Rorimer?” Dan nodded and managed a feeble smile. An anvil clanged in his head and Sloan was a hazy vision to him, kneeling there with oryS arm around a girl ivho slumped beside him and shook with violent sobs. He could feel the man’s other hand beneath his neck, propping him up. Sloan’s strained features relaxed at the other's smile. “Sure you're all right?’* he repeated, and Dan assured him he 'was. To prove it he got up unaided and stood on his feet. “I'm sorry. Rorimer.” the director said, “sorry as hell. I went of! my nut.” He turned his attention to Anne then and pressed his mouth to her ear, and told her not to worry. “It's all right, Anne; everything's all right again. Buck up now.” Things slowly became clear to Rorimer again, as thoufh he were emerging from a fog. He put his fingers against his jaw and they touched a tender spot where Sloan had hit him and knocked him unconscious. And he suddenly felt that never before in his life had he been as ridiculous as this, for there was Sloan with his arms around the trembling Anne Winter —the Eord only knew what hat happened to Anne—and there he was rubbing a, sore chin after a bad licking. AH he had stuck his nose into somebody else's affairs. He felt the spot gingerly again Lucky that, his jaw hadn’t been broken for his pains. Just a big fool. Sloan had been decent, too—very riecentw-more. so than he had a right He ought to be sore. Dan went over to him and he said. “I’m sorry—terribly sorry. It was my fault, the whole thing. I made an awful sap of myself.” “It's all right,’’ the other assured him with a bloody grin, and he held out his hand for Rorimer to shake. It was hia left, hand; the other arm was around Anne Winter. “We all fiy off the handle once in a while. I guess,” Sloan smiled- “Forget it. Forget it and say something to her. will you? I can’t get a rise out of her. She’s scared out of her head.” Sloan himself spoke soothingly to Anne again, but his words had no effect. So Dan held her and murmured into her ear while the director wiped his face with his handkerchief; he rubbed her wrist and patted her shoulder, and talked to her, and Anne's convulsive weeping continued. He looked up at Sloan and shook his head. Having removed most of the blood from his face, Sloan now plucked at his chin and gazed thoughtfully at the distracted girl. “There's nothing to worry about, I believe,” he assured Rorimer. “She's Just a bit hysterical, that’s all.” “It’s all my fault, too,” Dan murmured in self-reproach, but Garry Sloan smiled and said he was not so sure of that. “I contributed my bit,” he remarked. and he looked thoughtful again. And then he took hold of Anne and pulled her gently to her feet and held her there. He spoke sharply to her. ' We're going back. Anne. Come along. We're going back on the jet- and you’re going through that scene. Understand?” Rorimer heard voices not very far off. coming nearer to them — the crew, meet likely, coming back for the “shooting." Sloan heard them too. He raised Anne's chin, compelled her to look M him and listen to what he said. “Come on, Anne, we’re going back.” And he nodded to Dan Rorimer to come along." “You and I have a little cleaning up to do,” he smiled. “What the others don’t know won't hurt them. . . . Feeling better, Anne?” Anne nodded. With Sloan on one side of her and Dan on the other, she walked back to the studio. a a a PAUL COLLIER that night heard a strange story. Dan came home, wild of eye. with marked face and dirty clothes, and Collier took one look at him and his mouth fell open in amazement. ■ We2l,” he demanded. 'What hit you?” “You'd be surprised,” Dan replied with a grin, and he sat down and related what had happened. “You mean to tell me you took

a punch at Garry Sloan?” Paul once inet.rrupted unbelievingly. And Dan laughed. He could laugh now, although he was not any less the fool. “You should have seen what he did to me. He knocked me colder than a herring. You could have counted a hundred over me ” He went on with his story. “And I'm a son of a gun if he didn’t make her go back and go through that scene again! And she went through it like a million dollars. Tie that one,” he finished, Collier settled back in his chair and stared. “What a story!” he exclaimed softly. “What a story! It's the best yarn that’s cracked in Hollywood in a year.” He grinned “Can I use it?” “Can you what?” - Collier threw an arm up over his head and shrank from an imaginary blow. “All right. All right. I was just kidding. Don’t throw any punches at me.” He said, “What did Sloan do? What did Anne do?” “Just what I'm telling you. He talked to her for a while. Sat in her dressing room with her and told her she simply had to go through with, it; “And I'm telling you she did, too. I stuck around to hear part of the playback and then I best it. She’s absolutely going to steal the picture.’* “Didn't you take her home?” “Me take her home? Do you think I was going to stick around after what happened? Nothing doing; I ducked out. What a goof she must think I am—swinging on Sloan that way.” “They eat that up. my boy.” “Yeah?” Dan rubbed his chin and smiled ruefully. ‘’Gee, how that guy can hit!” Paul chuckled and lazily stretched out a long arm for a cigaret. “You sure went out of your class,” he observed. measuring his friend with admiring eyes. “But I don't think there's anything so remarkable in what Sloan did afterward. I mean about making Anne do her stuff. “The same thing’s been done before, under different circumstances, of course, He just caught her in the right mood and grabbed his chance, that’s all. He knows his stuff. .. . But what do you think of Garry Sloan now? Is he a director or isn’t he?” “I’ll never say another wordi against him,” Rorimer promised. “I know when I’m licked.” Pretty thoroughly licked, he thought—in more ways than one. nan WAITING for Sloan to appear the next morning, he felt a few misgivings. They had parted friends, but he had not ceased to I reproach himself for -his foolishI ness; Sloan, he feared, might not |be so pleasant about it, not that he had had a night in which to think matters over. But the director was cordial when he came, and he took Dan to one side and told him to forget what had happened. “No one has to know a word about it. No one was there but the three of us. It doesn't have to go any farther.” “One of the camera men gave me a funny look last night,” Dan told i him with a smile. “He must have j thought something.” , “That's all explained. I told him you stumbled over a step in the | dark.” “I’m just a sap.” “Sure you are,” Sloan said cheerfully, “but you’ll have to take credit for one of the biggest scenes in the picture.” He ran his Angers through his blonde mop of hair. “She’ll be a great actress yet, Rorimer. Watch her. I guess I was pretty tough on her last night,” he admitted; “but sometimes you have to be in this business. . . . Has she been around today?” “I haven’t seen her.” Anne did not appear at all that day. There was nothing more for her in the picture now. There remained only the war sequences, in which she did not appear and which were to be made on location. And Dan was relieved that he did not have to face her. There had been no talk between them—nothing; he had remained in the background while Sloan brought her around to doing what he expected of her. The following day, though, he saw her. The publicity department had arranged a luncheon appointment for her with a newspaper writer.

—By Williams

Anne came early and Garry Sloan discovered her and took hereto the projection room forthwith to look at the last rushes and hear his praise. “Great, Anne. Absolutely great!” Sloan’s manner said; “Tell me, now, that I was right.” And Anne told him. From the window of his office Dan Rorimer saw them walking across the court in the bright sunlight. Sloan had his arm around her and Anne’s face was smilingly upturned to his. She looked very happy, and Dan, with a queer little smile, turned back to his work. Later on in the day, as he was passing through the hall downstairs, Anne's voice called to him from one of the publicity offices and she came out to him, He said abruptly, “I want .to apologize for what happened the other night.” “You needn’t" Anne smiled at him. Se did not look tired now. her eyes were bright and gay. ‘T lost my head, that’s all. I’m sorry. .* I guess you think I'm an awful roughneck.” “Why, Dan! You don't believe that.” She shook her head. And she added softly, with a direct look into his eyes: “You couldn't be a roughneck if you tried, Dan. You —you’re too much of a gentleman ” Dan said, "Thank you, Anne.” and left her then and went upstairs to his office. Anne stood there in the hallway and watched hut go. She stood there and watched his back disappear around the stair corner, and for some strange reason then she thought of the lines of a song that Dan had asked her to sing for him. The last time she had sung for him. • . . And she krew that she had been quite blind not to have realized that she loved him very dearly. So she went to him. Dan v/as bending over his typewriter when she came in. His elbows were propped on the ledge and his chin was buried In his hands. Anne closed the door behind her and he looked around at its sound, “Why, Anne!” He rose at once. She smiled at his astonishment. “Aren’t you going to ask me to sit down?” she asked. “Why, of course. Sit down, Anne.” What she had to tell him she was already telling him with her eyes, but he looked very uncomprehending. Dan should have known, she thought, but in many ways he was a strange young man. Under the circumstances, there was only one thing to do. So she looked at him steadily enough, though her heart was pounding and her cheeks were flaming, and she said, “Dan, do you remember the night you asked me to marry you?” Dan’s mouth twisted strangely. Remember it! “I hope you still mean it, Dan,” she told him, “because I'm no longer uncertain.” The door was shut; but it would have made no difference to Dan if all the world had seen. (THE END.)

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