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SERIAL STORY—

Dollars to Doughnuts

By EDITH ELLINGTON

YESTERDAY: The girl, Toby fs certain Beatrice can find a job at Huntington's. Beatrice introduces hers relf as Bee Davis, unemploved stenographer. She tells Toby that she has been locked out of her room, “last ditch”

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As Toby Masters turned the told Beatrice be careful not| to get up from a chair too sud-| denly, or knock each other] down.” But when the door opened, Bea-| trice saw the apartment had] been lovingly decorated. There was] a studio couch doing duty as a sofa. It was covered in gay, flowered linen. “I made that myself. Remnants from Huntington's, at employe discount,” Toby explained There were two club chairs, “Reduced,” said Toby. There was a long table with a radio, magazines, a cigaret box and a really handsome lamp. “Here's the kitchenet.” been managed out of a closet. Shelves held dishes, pots, a canister of coffee, a tiny bread box. Underneath was a tiny sink, a twoburner gas stove, and a little cabinet hung above the stove. “That's our grocery cupboard Spaghetti, canned soup, other stuff we keep for the end of the week when we're broke. ...” “I think Baid. “Wait till you see our bedroom!”

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THEIR BEDROOM was smaller, if possible, than the living room. Two narrow, headless beds and a tall chest of drawers crowded it so that you could barely navigate from | door to closet. Toby took Beatrice’s hat and] Jacket. Just before she stowed them in the closet, she turned the little| mink topknot on her finger and] said, “Nice!” She stroked the fur.| "Very nice. Mind if I try it on?” “Go ahead.” Beatrice avoided her eves. “It was reduced, at a little shop in 57th St.” Toby admired herself in the hat. Vera, it developed. had already arrived. “But it's her night to get dinner. I suppose she ran down to the corner for something.” “I hate to inconvenience you,” Reatrice murmured. “Perhaps your friend isn't going to like my being

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“Vera? You don't know her! Why. last winter, a reporter friend of hers—a male, mind yon!—spent weeks on that studio couch.” Beatrice was still laughing when the door opened, and a tall, amaz{ingly beautiful girl with coal black hair walked in

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TOBY CRIED, “Vera, where have | vou been? Not even a package? Do] you mean to say vou didn’t start dinner?” “Of course, I didn't start dinner. I have 7 cents, exactly. T forgot to mention it this morning.” “Well, where have you been?” “Walking around the block with gerry.” Toby turned to Beatrice. “Terry ic one of Vera's insanities. He's a photographer, without a grain of common sense. He spends his money for films, flash bulbs, chemicals and $100 cameras, on the installment plan. And right now, he’s downstairs waiting for Vera to get me talked around to inviting him up here for dinner.” Vera sank down into a chair, “As| a matter of fact, Toby, that's it. I] thought maybe he had some money, 50 I phoned him, but—" “You thought maybe he had some money!” Toby's sarcasm was devastating. “Well, go on down and haul him up here. No, wait. Here's a dollar. Send him around to the delicatessen, first.” Beatrice opened her handbag. “Toby, let me. After all, I'm the one who—" . “Yes, T forgot to tell you,” Toby put in, carelessly, to Vera. “This is Bee Davis, she’s spending the nigh# with us. I'm taking her down to the store in the morning to see about a job.” " o ”

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“But I've crossed the ditch. practically got a job!” sisted. After Vera was gone, Beatrice felt “You two certainly understand each other,” she said. “And she's one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen.” “Yeah, she's beautiful. But she doesn't use it. What I mean is, she picks up the saddest specimens to fall in love with!” “But no. Boozing reporters, and this nut of a photographer, and a crazy actor who'd like to he Hamlet, if he could only act. And a saxophone player who only plays hot.” Beatrice didn't understand all of it, but she got the drift. Vera and Terry returned, loaded down with brown paper bags. » ”

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TERRY WAS SHORTER than Vera. He had burly, broad shoulders and tumbled tawny hair. He had a pair of fuzzy eyebrows that quirked together as Toby introduced Beatrice. “I'd like to take some shots of vou. That patrician look. Say, you'd make a swell model. “Oh, no, thanks!” Beatrice cried in quick panic. She couldn't let this boy take pictures of her and perhaps have some newspaper or magazine get hold of one! “Never mind, Terry,” said Vera comfortably. “You still have me. Or am I palling on you?” It was a gay, completely informal meal. They ate off a wobbly card table. Beatrice had never in her life eaten spiced beef, pickled herring, hard rolls, potato salad and sour green tomatoes, But she found them delicious. Terry ate enormously, confiding between mouthfuls, “Had no lunch.” After his second cup of coffee, he

tilted back the spindly bridge chair and remarked, “What a harem! Three beautiful girls and all for me! I wish I had the price of a movie kids.” “But instead,” said Vera, “you have some films to develop. I feel it coming on. Eat and run, that's you.” VERA got up and threw his hat at him. “Get out of here!” Pig!” Toby leaped to her feet. “Wait a minute, There's the little matter of dishes, my boy.” Terry hunched his broad shoulders and shivered. “Dishes!” Then his eye lighted on Beatrice. “Hey, I'm not the only guest around here. Make her help me!” The dishtowel in her fingers, watching him expertly dunking a cup into hot soapy water, Beatrice realized that this was the first time in her life she had ever actually helped with this task. He took the towel out of her hand, at last. “A fine wife you'll make some miserable man.” His eyes narrowed. “You know, I keep having the feeling that I've seen you before. You remind me of something. It's vaguely swimming around in the back of my head. Some kind of an opulent scene goes with it—I can't think.” “You must be mistaken,” heard herself saying coolly.” “Yes, yes, I know. But I've seen you. I used to be a publicity cameraman, you know. Montauk Point, Miami Beach, Palm Springs—swell resort hotels—" “That must account for the opulent scenes,” said Beatrice. “You've

she

got me mixed up with someone else.”

Terry's eyes were still narrowed and speculative. “Maybe. But who's the gal I've got you mixed up with?”

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